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She hesitated. “Peter really is adorable.”
He smiled. “I have a couple of irons already cut down for him, just waiting till he’s old enough to hit a ball around.”
“I’m sure he’ll love that. Especially if you’re with him.”
Silence fell between them. It was night and the house was quiet. Her gaze dipped to his mouth, and she remembered the kiss they’d shared. She wondered if he remembered.
“I’m going for a swim,” he said abruptly. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He began to walk away, then seemed to remember what he was holding and turned back to put the tube of vaginal moisturizer in her hands. “You’d better hold on to this just in case you completely lose your mind and decide to seduce Dexter O’Conner.”
Before she could reply, he disappeared.
Torie stood by herself on the patio smoking her last cigarette of the night. She kept telling herself she was going to quit, and this time she’d do it. As soon as her life settled down.
A light flickered on above her in Peter’s room. Shelby had gone in to check on him.
Torie’s heart shriveled with envy. Peter was so dear, so perfect. She loved him with all her heart, yet she could barely stand to look at him. Only once had Shelby broached the subject of Torie being his guardian, and that had been right after he was born. Torie had made certain it never came up again.
The door that led into the house opened. She looked up, expecting to see her father, but Dexter O’Conner emerged instead.
“What in the hell are you doing here?”
“Your father let me in. I was invited for dinner, but I had a business meeting, and I couldn’t get away.”
Shelby hadn’t told her that Dexter was invited. One more betrayal.
He pushed his hands into his pockets and gazed up at the sky. She caught a whiff of his cologne. It smelled crisp and clean as the air. “What a beautiful night.”
Something like awe resonated in his voice, as if the clear, starlit night was magical instead of something rather ordinary. She had to force herself not to look up to see what she’d missed. Instead, she crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him. “I’m getting sick of this, Dexter. There are laws against stalking.”
“I’m hardly stalking you, Victoria. I didn’t know you were going to be at the Roustabout last night. And tonight I had an invitation.”
“Let me be a little clearer. I don’t like you, and I don’t ever want to talk to you again.”
“In point of fact, we’re not well-acquainted enough for you to dislike me. You know, if you could stop being so frightened by this situation, our entire problem-solving process would be a lot easier.”
“Frightened? Of a dweeb like you? Don’t flatter yourself.”
“If you weren’t frightened, you’d be anxious to talk to me so we could get this sorted out.”
He was right, but she would never admit it. “There isn’t anything to sort out. I don’t want to marry you! I can’t make it any plainer.”
He looked up at the sky, then tilted his head as if he wanted to star-gaze from a different angle. She couldn’t help but notice the clean, strong lines of his profile. He had a broad forehead, a well-shaped nose, and a mouth that was rather alarmingly sensual. The surprise of his mouth, combined with his composure in the face of her turbulent emotions, infuriated her.
“You know what I think? I think you cooked this whole thing up yourself. You want me, but you know I’d never look twice at a nerd like you, so you came up with this whole scheme, then convinced your father to go along with it.”
He looked mildly startled. “Is that what you believe?”
“You’re damned right I do.”
“Fascinating.”
As he wandered over to the banquette, she found herself studying the shoulders beneath that rumpled oxford shirt. They weren’t overly broad, but they were solid-looking.
He turned back, and she had the weird feeling that he could read her mind. “In fact, this was your father’s idea.”
“Yeah, right,” she scoffed.
