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ОглавлениеDaniel’s inaugural visit to Sin City had been with both of his brothers in celebration of his twenty-first birthday. Since then, he’d visited Las Vegas on several other occasions, usually with a group of buddies. He’d never brought a woman with him to Vegas, and he’d never imagined returning home with one as his wife.
But it was official now—he was married. And the band on his finger had been placed there by the woman who had been his best friend for the past ten years.
He shook his head. Even though it had been his idea, it was still hard to believe that Kenna was his wife.
He sat down at the blackjack table with a stack of chips, because he had nothing better to do. And how pathetic was that? It was his wedding night, his bride was in their room alone and he was playing cards.
Pathetic perhaps, but necessary. Because if he’d stayed upstairs with Kenna, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to keep his hands off her. And he had no intention of crossing lines that had been firmly established more than ten years earlier just because one kiss had somehow stirred up wants and needs that he’d learned to ignore long ago.
As he pushed a chip toward the center of the table, the overhead lights glinted off the gold band on his third finger, making him pause.
“You’ll sleep on the couch for a couple of weeks if you’re gambling with the down payment for your house,” the man sitting immediately to Daniel’s left warned.
“What?”
“I saw you hesitate after you glanced at the ring,” he explained.
Daniel knew a serious card player was always looking for clues about the other players at his table. Since he’d never taken the games too seriously, he didn’t pay much attention.
“Name’s Cal,” the gray-haired man said, offering a hand. “But my friends call me Archie.”
As he shook the man’s proffered hand, he found himself thinking that the stranger looked somewhat familiar.
“Daniel Garrett,” he said. “And we haven’t even started to look for a house.”
“Newlyweds,” Archie surmised.
He nodded, unwilling to admit exactly how new. “Are you married?”
The old man shook his head. “No wife, just two exes.”
Daniel signaled the dealer to “hit.” He added a four of hearts to the jack of clubs and seven of diamonds, giving him twenty-one.
“Not a lot of players hit on seventeen,” Archie noted. “I’m not sure whether that demonstrates confidence or recklessness.”
“I’m not much of a gambler, but I figure playing it safe isn’t really gambling, is it?”
“That’s one perspective,” the other man agreed. “And I guess if you don’t care too much about winning, you can afford to lose.”
Daniel only nodded and placed his next bet.
Archie played steadily, giving nothing of his thoughts or feelings away. He gestured his request for a hit or stay wordlessly, and alternately relinquished his bets or pulled in his winnings with equanimity.
Daniel slid another chip into betting position on the baize and wondered what Kenna would say if she knew the table he was sitting at had a hundred-dollar minimum. It was the same amount he’d won from his friends back in high school, after he’d bribed her with half to go out with him.
The dealer busted at twenty-two, paid out to the winners, then wished them all luck as she moved on to another table.
A new dealer came in and took up position, and Daniel considered calling it a night. He’d won more than he’d lost but, more important, he’d spent enough time at the table that his wife should be tucked into bed and sleeping by now.
A cocktail waitress sidled up to the table and set a glass of amber-colored liquid beside Archie. He nodded in acknowledgment and handed her a green chip.
“Thank you, Mr. Archer.”
And Daniel suddenly realized why the man had looked familiar. “Calvin Archer—as in Archer Glass?”
“That’s me,” he confirmed.
Daniel decided to ante up. “You used to sponsor the number four-fourteen car.”
“You’re a racing fan,” Archie noted, lifting his glass to his lips.
“I’m from North Carolina,” Daniel said, as if that explained everything.
“Then you know about the scandal that forced Archer Glass to cut its ties with JB Racing.”
Daniel nodded.
“I did what I had to do for the integrity of my company but, damn, I miss it.” He shook his head.
“It gets into your blood, doesn’t it?” Daniel said. “The sights, the sounds, even the smells. There’s nothing like the excitement of race day at the track.”
“You’re right about that.” Archie finished his scotch.
“So why hasn’t anyone managed to draw you back into that excitement?” Daniel asked. “Because I know teams have tried.”
“And how do you know that?” Archie countered.
“I’ve been doing some research, looking for a sponsor for Garrett/Slater Racing.”
“Who?”
Daniel smiled. “Let me buy you a drink and answer that question.”
* * *
Kenna didn’t fall asleep easily.
Although the bed was undeniably comfortable, it wasn’t her bed. And although she was alone, she knew that Daniel would be coming back to the room at some point. When he did, she thought she’d finally be able to sleep. But in the quiet darkness of the night, she was acutely aware of his every movement.
She heard the zip of his duffel bag being opened, then his muffled footsteps on the carpet, the click of the bathroom door and the pulsing of water in the shower. And that was when her naughty side took over, picturing him naked and wet, rubbing soap over his body, the lather sliding over his taut skin as the warm spray washed it away.
She’d seen him shirtless a number of times and had a pretty good idea of the basics. But since she’d never actually seen him naked, she gave her imagination free rein to fill in as required. And as her mind fleshed out those intriguing details, she finally drifted off....
The ring of his cell phone woke her up the next morning. Daniel snatched it up quickly, probably so that it wouldn’t wake her, then he slipped out into the hall to have his conversation.
Kenna took advantage of his momentary absence to gather a change of clothes and take them into the bathroom. She dragged a brush through her hair, cleaned her teeth and quickly applied her basic makeup: eyeliner, mascara and lip gloss. Then she pulled on a pair of dark jeans and topped them with a pale pink T-shirt with lace overlay.
She was packing her toiletries into her bag when he came back into the room, pushing a room service cart.
“New job?”
He grinned. “I thought, if you were still asleep, you wouldn’t appreciate a waiter strolling into the room.”
“Good call.”
He lifted the lids on the plates. “We’ve got eggs, toast, bacon, sausage, pancakes, fruit, yogurt, muffins, fresh juice and coffee.”
“Oh.” She feigned disappointment. “No French toast?”
His gaze narrowed. “Put the eggs on the toast,” he suggested.
She smiled as she picked up a slice of bacon, bit into it. “So how much did you win?”
He poured two cups of coffee, pushed one across the table to her. “Sorry?”
“You were whistling when you came in last night, so I figured you must have won big.”
He winced as he scooped eggs onto his plate. “Did I wake you?”
She shook her head. “I wasn’t sleeping.”
“Actually, I probably lost about three hundred. But—” his smile came back in full force “—I might have a line on a sponsor.”
“Josh must be thrilled,” she said, because she knew he would have shared the news with his soon-to-be partner right away.
“Cautiously optimistic.” He added three sausage links and two pancakes to his plate. “We’ve had trouble finding a driver because we didn’t have a sponsor, but no one wants to sponsor a team that doesn’t have a committed driver.”
She spooned berries on top of her yogurt, then threw caution to the wind and snagged another slice of bacon. “So who is this sponsor?”
“Potential sponsor,” he clarified.
She rolled her eyes as she sat down across from him. “Who is this potential sponsor?”
“Archer Glass.”
“Randy Britton’s old sponsor?”
“I’m impressed.”
“Because I actually paid attention when you made me watch racing with you?”
He grinned. “Yeah.”
“So when will you know if this potential sponsor is going to become an actual sponsor?”
“Hopefully soon.” He got up to refill his coffee. “By the way, I had a message from Dr. Rakem this morning. He wants to do Becca’s surgery on Thursday.”
The abrupt shift in topic didn’t surprise her half as much as the statement. “This Thursday?”
He nodded. “He had a cancellation so he offered to fit Becca in.”
“But she hasn’t even had her pre-op appointment—”
“Four o’clock tomorrow afternoon.”
“I can’t believe it.” Even as her eyes filled with tears, she pushed away from the table and threw her arms around him. “Thank you.”
“This is why we got married,” he echoed her words.
She impulsively moved to kiss his cheek, except that he shifted his head at the same moment and her lips landed closer to the corner of his mouth than his cheek. Not on his mouth, but close enough that she felt that tingle again, from her lips all the way to the deepest part of herself.
She pulled back quickly, but his eyes held hers for a long moment, and she knew without a doubt that this time he’d felt the tingle, too.
But she didn’t know what, if anything, either of them should do about it.
* * *
As Daniel and Kenna waited for their flight to board, he sensed her growing nervousness. He knew she was worried about sharing the news of their impromptu wedding with their families—probably his even more than her own.
Because of their long and enduring friendship, his brothers already thought of her as a sister and his parents treated her like a daughter, but the news of their elopement would undoubtedly raise eyebrows. She was worried that no one would believe that a decade of friendship had turned into something else, and he couldn’t ignore her concerns. But he trusted that they could make this work, because they had that foundation of friendship, laid more than ten years before...
She wanted him to split the money and buy pizza out of his half?
He didn’t know if he was insulted or impressed by her suggestion. But he wanted to spend time with her away from school even more than he wanted to win the bet, so he accepted her terms.
She suggested Mossimo’s—a pizza place in her neighborhood—and he agreed because he knew she felt out of place with his usual crowd. He had no doubt that his friends would accept her, if only she would give them a chance, but he sensed it was going to take some time and patience to knock the chip off her shoulder.
They shared a medium pizza with pepperoni and hot peppers on his half, mushrooms and green peppers on hers, and a couple of sodas. When the pizza was delivered to their table, she slid a slice onto her plate, then picked off every single mushroom before she bit into it. He’d started on his fourth slice while she was carefully removing toppings from her second.
“Why did you order mushrooms if you don’t like mushrooms?” he finally asked.
“Because I’m going to take the other two slices home for my sister, and she does like mushrooms.”
“How old’s your sister?”
“Four.”
“And how old are you?”
“I’ll be sixteen in December.”
“That’s quite an age gap,” he noted.
She nodded. “My mother says Becca is a lesson in what happens when you stop being careful.”
He had no idea what to say to that, so he backtracked. “I guess if you’re not even sixteen yet, you don’t have your license.”
She shook her head.
“I’ll be seventeen in January,” he told her, though she hadn’t asked.
“Did you get the car for your sixteenth birthday?”
“Yeah,” he admitted. “I wanted an SVT Cobra Coupe, but my dad said I would only get one of those when I could afford to buy it myself.”
She lifted her brows, and he knew without her having to say it that she expected—as a lot of people did—because his family was wealthy, he’d get whatever he wanted.
“My father has some pretty strong ideas about making sure his kids know—” he made quotation marks in the air with his fingers “—the value of a dollar.”
“I bet even the car you’re driving now cost more than a few dollars.”
He nodded his agreement. “And it gets me where I want to go, so I can’t really complain.”
“I have to take three different buses to get to and from school,” she admitted.
“That sucks.”
“By the time I make all the necessary transfers, the trip adds almost an hour to the start and end of each day.” She shrugged. “On the other hand, it beats the alternative.”
“Walking?” he guessed.
To his surprise, she smiled as she shook her head. She really had a pretty smile. “Still being at South Ridge and feeling like I’m going nowhere.”
When the waitress came to check on them, he asked for a box for her leftover pizza. She brought the box along with the bill, and he put some money on the table for payment, then counted out fifty dollars more and tucked them under the edge of the take-out box for Kenna.
Her eyes were riveted on the money, but she made no move to touch it.
“It’s yours,” he reminded her. “We had a deal.”
She finally reached for the bills and tucked them into the front pocket of her backpack.
“I’m not usually so mercenary,” she said, “but my sister needs new shoes.”
He’d never known anyone like her. She was honest and genuine and completely unapologetic. Yeah, she had a bit of a chip on her shoulder, but from the little glimpses that she’d given him of her life over the past few weeks, he thought she’d probably earned it.
“So...do you think we could do this again sometime?” he asked.
She shook her head.
“Why not?”
“I’ll admit that I no longer think you’re a complete ass just because your family has boatloads of money, but the fact remains that we don’t run in the same circles.”
“Actually, if you want to get technical, it’s yachtfuls of money.”
Her lips tipped up, just a little, at the corners. “Which is too bad, because I almost think I could like you.”
Then she pushed back her chair, and he immediately rose to his feet and offered her a hand. She seemed surprised by the gesture, but she put her hand in his, and he felt an unexpected warmth spread through him in response to the contact.
“I want to say ‘hi’ to someone in the kitchen before I head home,” she told him.
“I can give you a ride.”
She shook her head. “Thanks, but I don’t live far.”
“Are you sure?”
“I know where I live,” she promised him, her blue eyes sparkling with humor.
He’d never known anyone else who had the ability to make him feel like an idiot with so little effort. But she wasn’t ever mean about it and, truthfully, he kind of liked that she challenged him. Most of the girls he knew just nodded in agreement with everything he said. Kenna had her own thoughts and opinions, and she wasn’t afraid to share them.
“I meant—are you sure you don’t want a ride?” he clarified.
“I’m sure.”
“Okay,” he agreed, albeit reluctantly.
“Thanks again for the pizza,” she said, and turned toward the back of the restaurant.
“Thanks for letting me win the bet.”
It had been a long time after before he realized that he’d won a lot more than a hundred-dollar bet that day.
He only hoped he hadn’t jeopardized everything by putting a ring on her finger.
* * *
When they landed at the Raleigh-Durham Airport Sunday afternoon, there was a text message on Kenna’s phone from her sister.
@ library with Todd
Kenna sighed and simply replied ok.
It wasn’t okay—not by a long shot, but she knew that expressing her disapproval of the relationship would only succeed in fueling her little sister’s affection for him.
Besides, she had bigger things to worry about right now. Like Sunday night dinner at the home of her new in-laws.
David and Jane Garrett had bought a modest farmhouse set on ten acres of property when they were newlyweds. Over the years and as their family had grown, they’d renovated and added on so that the current dwelling bore little resemblance to the original structure. The first time Kenna had ever seen it, she’d loved it.
The two-story house was big but not particularly grandiose. Certainly no one seeing it from the street would think that it belonged to one of the wealthiest families in Charisma. But any time David complained that the floors were creaky and suggested they should move to a modern home in a newer neighborhood, Jane shot him down. “Each one of our boys took their first steps in this creaky old house, and I’m not selling those memories.”
Kenna had a lot of happy memories of times spent in that house, too. Studying for numerous exams with Daniel at the butcher-block table; nibbling on warm chocolate chip cookies right out of the oven; playing flag football with his brothers and his cousins in the backyard; sitting on the porch swing with her head on Daniel’s shoulder, trying not to cry the night before he left for college.
Because she’d spent so much time there over the years, no one was surprised when she showed up with Daniel Sunday afternoon. He’d wanted to get there early, so they could tell his parents about their marriage before everyone else arrived. Everyone else being his oldest brother, Andrew, Andrew’s daughter, Maura, his girlfriend, Rachel, and middle brother Nathan.
But when they got to the farm, they discovered that Andrew and Rachel had beaten them there, eager to share the news of their engagement. Daniel sent Kenna a look, to which she responded with a subtle shake of her head, discreetly slipping her rings off her finger and into her pocket.
She knew they had to tell David and Jane about their marriage, but she didn’t want to steal the spotlight from Andrew and Rachel. Or maybe she was worried that having the light focused on Daniel and herself would reveal that they weren’t head over heels in love as his brother and fiancée obviously were.
Nate showed up just as dinner was being put on the table, so the story of Andrew and Rachel’s engagement was told again—in great detail by seven-year-old Maura—as platters and bowls of food were passed around.
No one made roast beef with all the trimmings like Daniel’s mom, and it was usually one of Kenna’s favorite meals. But today, as she listened to the discussion about potential dates and venues for Andrew and Rachel’s wedding, she found herself moving more food around her plate than she put in her mouth.
Everyone was thrilled about the engagement. Of course, Andrew and Rachel had been dating since February—not a long time, really, but long enough to be sure that this was what they wanted. As Kenna watched their interactions, she couldn’t help but see that there was a connection between them, so real it was almost tangible.
Beneath the table, Daniel gave her hand a questioning squeeze. She knew he was eager to share their news, because it was a prerequisite to accessing his trust fund, but the timing just seemed wrong to her. Or maybe, seeing the secretive looks and warm glances that passed between Andrew and Rachel, it was the marriage that seemed wrong.
Thankfully, with so many people around the table, there was rarely a lull in the conversation. There was discussion about Thomas Garrett’s impending retirement and Nate’s expected move to the CFO’s office when he was gone; Andrew asked Kenna if she was looking forward to the end of the school year and her summer vacation, which prompted Maura to regale them with her plans to play soccer and take ballet classes and go to horseback riding camp; and then Jane happened to mention that she needed to go shopping for a new dress for Lukas and Julie’s wedding.
Lukas Garrett was one of Daniel’s cousins who lived in Pinehurst, New York; Julie Marlowe was his fiancée, originally from Springfield, Massachusetts. Long before they’d decided to get married themselves, Daniel had asked Kenna to attend with him because he hated going to weddings on his own.
“When is the wedding?” David asked.
His wife rolled her eyes. “June twenty-first. Don’t worry, I put the date in the calendar on your phone.”
“That seems fast,” Andrew noted. “They only met seven months ago.”
Nate shook his head. “The Garrett men are dropping like flies. I think maybe I should lie low until this epidemic passes.”
“Stop it,” his mother admonished. “You should be so lucky to fall in love and share your life with someone one day.”
“I’d say that Daniel and I are the lucky ones,” Nate countered.
“Don’t drag me into this,” Daniel protested.
“Birds of a feather,” his brother said. “With no intention of having our wings clipped.”
“Do you feel as if your wings have been clipped?” Rachel asked Andrew.
“Only by choice,” her fiancé assured her.
“And that’s great for you,” Nate said. “But it’s not my choice.”
“Never say never,” Daniel cautioned.
“Whose side are you on here?”
“I’m not taking sides—I have nothing against marriage.”
“Since when?” Nate demanded.
Under the table, Daniel gave her hand another squeeze. “Since Kenna and I got married.”
