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Four

“Marry you.” Her voice was flat to her own ears, though she all but screeched her next question. “Are you out of your frickin’ mind?”

“Maybe.”

Savannah stared at Chase, wondering what bizarre thing would come out of his mouth next. “You’re crazy. I’m not going to marry you. I... You...” She breathed through the tightness in her chest. He’d dangled her dream in front of her only to jerk it out of her reach. “No. You’re completely nuts. Less than twenty-four hours ago you had Security perp walk me out of this hotel. Now you’re all...” She fluttered her hands, at a loss for how to describe his actions. “Crazy. Just crazy.”

“Please hear me out, Savannah.”

She folded her arms across her chest, leaned back in the very comfortable chair and cocked a brow. “Fine. I’m listening.”

“I find I’m in need of a wife.”

“Uh-huh.”

“A wife of my choosing, not my father’s.”

She leaned forward, curious despite her misgivings. This explanation was going to be a doozy.

“I’m fairly certain you’re aware of my...reputation.”

The snort escaped before she could hold it back. “Reputation? What? You mean the one that lands you on the front cover of every tabloid from LA to London? A different woman in your bed every night? Or do you mean the sex tapes floating around the internet? Yeah. I think the whole world is aware of your reputation, Mr. Barron.”

He attempted to look contrite but she didn’t buy it for a second.

“Call me Chase, please.” He brushed a manicured hand through his expertly styled hair. “Look, Savannah, this is a win-win for you. And for me.”

“You still haven’t explained your reasons, Chase.”

“My father has decided I need to settle down, and I need to get married in order to do that.”

“So why me?”

“Because he has an acceptable wife picked out for me already.”

She couldn’t breathe for a moment, and her voice sounded slightly strangled as she pushed out words she didn’t want to say. “An acceptable wife. And I’m not. You want to marry me because I’m a dirt-poor, Choctaw cowgirl and it will piss your old man off.” Heat surged in her cheeks and her fingers tingled from adrenaline. She wanted to hit him. Or run. Anything but sit here and be embarrassed by this rich clown.

“No, Savannah. That’s not true. Not really. Yes, I need to be legally married before he gets here Friday. Yes, you happen to be here and in a position where we can help each other out. But no, it didn’t occur to me that you’re...that you would be something to taunt him with. Well, beyond the fact that I’d be preemptively marrying you before he could try to force me to marry Janiece.”

He sank onto the granite block that served as a coffee table, scrubbing at his face with the palms of his hands—hands, she reminded herself, with a better manicure than her own. There he sat in designer slacks, a starched cotton shirt with so many threads she probably couldn’t count that high, his high-dollar haircut and boots that likely cost more than she’d made last year. And here she sat in faded jeans fraying at the back pockets, scuffed boots all but falling apart, a T-shirt advertising a boot company, and her hair semitamed into a braid.

“But I have to be honest, now that you’ve brought it to my attention. Yes, if you marry me, there will be flack. From the old man and probably from my family. I’ve already talked to my brother Chance. He’s an attorney. I want him to draw up a prenuptial agreement.”

She opened her mouth to protest, but Chase held up a hand to stay her argument.

“It’s to protect you as much as me. I’m making certain promises to you. You have every expectation that I’ll deliver. The prenup ensures that you’ll be taken care of, as promised. I won’t lie. Chance is not happy with me, but that’s par for the course. I’m sort of the bad seed in the family.” He offered a boyish grin meant to disarm her, and it succeeded—to a point.

“I’m not your type, Chase.” She tried to meet his gaze head-on and add a glower, but she couldn’t keep her eyes from sliding to the side as she spoke the truth. “I’m rough. I live from payday to payday. I don’t wear heels or designer duds. I don’t talk like you. Heck, I bet your hands are softer than mine. No one is going to buy this marriage as anything other than what it is—a marriage of convenience to get you out of trouble with your father.”

Chase couldn’t deny her words, nor would he do her the disservice of trying. She told the truth, but at the same time, there was something compelling about that. Most women—okay, every woman he’d ever dated—wanted something from him and would tell him whatever they thought he wanted to hear in order to get it. Savannah was different. She was...real. What he saw was what he’d get. And what he saw fascinated him.

She was prickly, stubborn, full of pride, curvy, tomboyish—all the things he stayed away from when it came to women. She’d be way more trouble than she was worth. She’d be a crimp in his social life. She’d bedevil him like crazy. And some perverse part of him looked forward to the challenge, actually craved it. He watched her struggle to meet his eyes, realized she was feeling exposed and didn’t like the feeling.

Despite his social failings where the opposite sex was concerned, Chase understood people and their motivations on a visceral level. That made him extremely successful in the entertainment business. He sensed this woman would always speak the truth, at least as she perceived it. He’d appreciate that in the long run, if not always in the present. And despite her strength, there was a vulnerability shrouding her that stirred a deeply buried protective streak.

“I won’t embarrass you, Savannah. I wouldn’t do that to you. I’ll take care of you for the length of the contract between us. You’ll walk away at the end with what I’ve promised—new truck, the trailer, the horse we get from Kade, all your expenses. Clothes. Food. Hotels. Vets for the horse, including Indigo. I’ll get Kade to bring your new horse out and he’ll take Indigo back to the ranch to heal. You keep the money you win. You’ll have enough to keep you going when we divorce. I’ll even do something stupid so it’s all on me. You can walk away free and clear with your head high.”

“Why, Chase? I still don’t get it. Why not just tell your father to go...” She stopped before using the word on the tip of her tongue and corrected it to “Uh...take a flying leap? You’re an adult. Why let him control you?”

She had a point, but his reasons were so messed up, a battery of psychiatrists would have a field day trying to figure out his family dynamics. “Look up the term dysfunctional family in the dictionary. The definition will be two words. The Barrons.” He lifted one shoulder in a negligent shrug. “But you deserve the truth. I’m weak, Savannah. And a coward, pretty much. My father is a right bastard, and he’s ridden roughshod over every one of us. He’s threatened to fire me. Chance fixed the family trust so I’ll be taken care of, but I wouldn’t be in charge of Barron Entertainment.”

He pushed off the table and strode to the windows. Las Vegas and the desert beyond spread before him in a seemingly endless vista. “I like what I do. Hell, I love it. But more important, I’m good at it. I wasn’t good at anything growing up.”

Chase snapped his mouth shut and stiffened. What the hell was wrong with him? He never revealed his true thoughts to anyone. Not even Cash, especially not now. He wasn’t smart like Chance. He wasn’t a leader like Clay. He wasn’t honorable like Cord. And he sure wasn’t like his twin, always putting the family before his own needs. Quite the opposite, in fact.

“We’re not consummating the marriage.”

Thankfully, her words interrupted his reverie. He turned his head, and heat curled deep inside as he swept his gaze over her. She really was beautiful in a down-to-earth way. He didn’t miss the widening of her eyes, the quick intake of breath that swelled her breasts or the delicate shiver that skittered over her skin as he watched her.

“But we are sleeping in the same bed,” he countered.

“Whoa. What?”

“We have to convince my father we’re married. That means you sleep in my bed—with me—while he’s here. You’ll be headed out on the circuit after the rodeo, right?”

She nodded, apprehension warring with something else in her expression. Was that interest? Maybe a touch of curious lust? He liked that idea.

“We won’t necessarily be together under one roof. Except when you come back here and there’s a long stretch between your appearances.”

“Why can’t I go home to Oklahoma?”

“Because you’ll be my wife, and since this is my main residence, you’ll come here. I’ll arrange for permanent stable and training facilities for you.” He walked back across the room and stopped in front of her so she had to crane her neck to look at him.

“We work together in public to make sure no one gets the wrong perception.” He resisted the urge to cup her cheek. “We’ll paint a picture of a happy couple in love. I’ll have Tucker set up accounts for you at the hotel’s boutiques. Buy whatever you need. I promise not to drag you to a fancy party unless absolutely necessary, and I’ll prep you before that happens. We’ll hold hands in public. Smile at each other. Do that sort of thing. Here in the apartment, when we’re alone, we act as normal. My bed is huge. You can put pillows down the middle or whatever you need to feel comfortable. I promise not to put the moves on you.”

He held out his hand. “Do we have a deal?”

* * *

Savvie’s palm itched, and the muscles in her right arm contracted in preparation for the shake that would seal her fate—at least for the next year. A look crossed Chase’s face as his gaze swept over her, much as it had when he stood across the room. This time, the impact was immediate. She couldn’t ignore the thrill zinging through her. She couldn’t help it. Despite being a royal jerk, he was sexy. And handsome. And charming. And she was a red-blooded Oklahoma cowgirl who knew prime breeding stock when she saw it. The guy had good genes—and jeans, or at least slacks. She shook her head to clear the sexual tension building in her middle. Getting involved with him was Trouble with a capital T.

But could she afford to walk away? He was offering her the chance to fulfill her dream. Making this deal with the devil would ensure she could keep Indy, and he’d get the treatment he needed. She wouldn’t have to tuck tail and sneak home. All she had to do was live in a fishbowl for the next twelve months. She shouldn’t trust this guy any farther than she could throw him but some twisted part of her urged her to accept him at face value. He was a scandal waiting to happen, but his boyish charm held a touch of uncertainty with a side helping of wistful desperation.

“Deal.” She raised her hand and he clasped it. Had she been a romantic, she would have expected a bolt of energy or awareness or some mystical connection to surge between them at the touch of their hands. But she felt nothing beyond smooth skin, gentle pressure and a sense of relief.

“Excellent. We have a lot to do between now and Friday.” He whipped out his phone and pressed a number. “Tucker, I need you in the apartment.” He hung up and hit a second number. He listened for a moment, then left a message. “Chance, draw up the paperwork we discussed. Courier the originals out here. I’ll have Tucker witness and notarize. Thanks, bro.”

He paused to wink at her. “I’ll have Security give you a code for the elevator. Tuck will take you downstairs to shop. In the meantime, call Kade. Tell him exactly what you need.” He turned away, already keying in the next number on his cell.

“Uh... Chase?”

He refocused his attention her. “Yeah, kitten?”

Huh. She’d gone from wildcat to kitten. She wasn’t quite sure how to process that. Instead, she pushed forward. “I...um... I don’t mean to be greedy or anything, but could I talk to Kade about borrowing two horses? If I have a roping horse to go with a barrel horse, I can double up on my events and points. I won’t keep them or anything, after...well...next year. I just want Indy. I’ll ride the other horses, but they’ll still belong to you. Okay?”

His gaze narrowed and then cleared as she babbled. “Babe, whatever you need. Don’t worry about expenses. I have money. Feel free to spend it. And those horses are yours. No matter what.” With that, he moved away from her and into the recessed space that served as his office, his phone pressed to his ear.

She dug her cell phone out of her pocket and dialed Kade. She didn’t expect the first words out of his mouth.

“Are you out of your freaking mind?”

“Uh, hi, Kade. I’m fine, thanks. How are you?”

“Pissed, little girl. You need to get as far away from Las Vegas as you can get.”

“Nope. Can’t do that.”

“What have you done?”

“We shook on it, Kade.” She huffed out a breath heavy enough to stir the thick strand of hair straggling over her forehead. “Look, this is a good deal for me. If I don’t take it, I slink home so my mother and that jackass warming her bed can rub it in my face. I can’t do that. I won’t do it. Chase is offering me a deal I can’t walk away from.”

“You don’t know him.”

“Yeah, I do. I read the tabloids. I know he’s a womanizing jerk face with entitlement issues.”

An uncomfortable silence stretched between them before Kade’s voice whispered in her ear. “Itek soba, he’ll break your heart.”

Sister of the horse. Kade hadn’t called her that in a long time. Using the childhood Chickasaw nickname he’d given her brought home just how worried he was. “No, he won’t. I’d have to love him first, and that is so not gonna happen, anakfi.” She used the Choctaw word for brother. “There’s paperwork so we’re both covered. I have to do this, Kade. You know that. Are you going to help me?”

“Of course I am, Savvie. But I damn well don’t have to like it.”

“So... I need two horses.”

“I figured you might. I have two Crown B bred horses I think will work. Tansy Reed’s been working Cimarron. He’s rough and still needs seasoning but he’s fast, and I think the two of you will work well. He has a soft mouth.”

“Okay.” Wow. Tansy Reed was the premier barrel racer and trainer. She’d retired from the rodeo circuit to raise her family and train horses. “What about a roping horse?”

“Have the perfect guy for you. I’ve been working Big Red myself. He’s quick, responsive and I swear he knows where the calf is gonna be before I do. I’ve also done both heading and heeling with him in case you want to add team roping.”

“I’ll keep it in mind. Don’t have a partner for that.” She pursed her lips, considering. “Yet. I’ll look around, see who’s available.”

“I’ll load up and head that way today. I’ll be there by Thursday morning. You’ll have time to ride them both, and they’ll have their ground legs back before the rodeo starts.”

A knock on the door caught her attention. “Call me when you get here. I’ll meet you at Clark County. Somebody’s at the door. I gotta go, Kade.”

His heavy sigh hung between them. “Are you sure, little girl?”

“Yeah. Everything is gonna be fine. You’ll take care of Indy for me, right?”

“You don’t even have to ask.”

She ended the call, and when she caught Chase’s attention, he waved her toward the door. She opened it, only to be confronted by a handsome man. He vaguely resembled Chase, except instead of sharp brown eyes, this man’s were a startling blue and his hair was a dark russet brown instead of black.

“Huh.” He stared at her, obviously not very impressed. “I can’t wait until Uncle Cyrus gets a load of you. Let’s go.”

“Go?”

“Yeah. I’m Tucker, soon to be your cousin-in-law. I’m taking you shopping. Clothes. Truck. Trailer. Sound familiar?”

“Before we sign the paperwork?”

“Nothing goes into your name until after the marriage.”

“Oh.” Savannah wasn’t quite sure how she felt about that.

Tucker looked over the top of her head and called to Chase. “We’ll stop by Security and get her into the system. See you for dinner.”

He grabbed her arm and tugged, but she jerked free. “Wait. My purse.”

Reaching around her, Tucker pulled the door closed. “You won’t need it.”