A Pretend Proposal: The Fiancée Fiasco / Faking It to Making It / The Wedding Must Go On

“I won’t lie to her, Thomas.” This time, his given name slipped easily from Elizabeth’s lips. It was important they were clear on this point. She might be willing to bend her principles, but she would not break them. “For her to assume is one thing, but if she flat-out asks me a question that requires me to lie, I won’t do it.”

“This is assuming you agree.” He beat her to it this time.

“Let me make something else clear. The only reason I am even entertaining the possibility of doing this is because Literacy Liaisons means so much to me.”

“I know that.”

Of course he did. He was banking on it, she realized.

“So, is that a yes?”

She exhaled slowly, knowing her life was about to take a huge and unexpected turn. “Yes.”

Once Elizabeth agreed, the rest of dinner passed in a blur for Thomas. When it came time for the check, he didn’t remember eating, possibly because more than half of his steak remained untouched on his plate, as did the side of risotto and steamed vegetables.

He was relieved that she’d said yes, of course. Her agreement was what he’d hoped for. Still, he couldn’t quite shake his apprehension. Now, he had a fiancée—a woman who was also a stranger. He needed to remedy their unfamiliarity and fast.

As he walked her to her car a little later, he said, “So, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

She stopped, blinked. “Tomorrow?”

“We only have a few days to get to know one another as well as two people who have been dating for several months would,” he reminded her.

“Oh, is that all?” He appreciated her attempt at humor, even if her smile was forced. “So, where and what time?”

“Does nine o’clock work for you?”

Her brow crinkled. “It’s a little late,” she began. “I’m an early riser, which means I tend to turn in not long after the sun sets.”

“In the morning,” he clarified.

“Oh. Well, I have to work.”

“Yes. I realize that. I was hoping maybe I could come by your offices, see what you do. You can tell anyone who asks that I’m a potential contributor, which is true,” he added, in case she was going to remind him that she wasn’t willing to lie outright about their relationship.

“Hmm.” He watched as Elizabeth mentally flipped through her morning’s schedule. “I think that will work.”

“Terrific.”

Their plans for the next day finalized, they stood in awkward silence beside her car. Though this wasn’t an actual date, it had all the hallmarks of a first one thanks to the potent combination of anticipation and apprehension he was feeling. Thomas stuffed his hands into his front pockets and rocked back on his heels.

“So.”

“Thanks for dinner.”

Since she’d already thanked him twice on the short walk to her car, he said, “You’re welcome. Again.”

“Well …” She held up her keys and gave them a shake.

This wouldn’t do. Not in the least. Nana Jo was too canny to believe that he and Elizabeth were wildly attracted to one another, much less mildly smitten, given their stilted behavior. Thomas might not want to be in love, but he knew how people in love acted.

Before she could slide onto the driver’s seat, he stopped her by saying, “I think we need to get something out of the way right now.”

“What?”

“This.”

He pulled his hands from his pockets, framed her face with them and leaned down, unable to resist the sweet temptation of those full lips. He thought he heard her sigh. He knew he wanted to moan, and that was before her lips parted. His hands moved from her face to her shoulders and then down to her waist, pulling her closer. It was the small hands lightly touching his back that unnerved him.

He didn’t trust himself with her, he realized. He didn’t trust himself not to become greedy and demanding. He drew back—but not too quickly; trust be damned, he wanted to savor her—and gazed into a pair of surprised dark eyes.

It must have been his libido-fueled imagination talking, but he swore she asked, “Why did you stop?”

“I … I …”

While he stammered, she took a step back, creating an acceptable amount of space between their bodies. This time, he heard her clearly when she said, “Why did you do that?”

“Sorry.” The apology was second nature. It slipped out even before he could wonder if he meant it. She accepted it with a nod, but appeared to be waiting for an explanation. Did he have one?

He knew what his reason for the kiss had been before their mouths met: to put them both at ease about any upcoming shows of affection intended for his grandmother’s benefit. And, okay, he’d been a little curious, too. What man wouldn’t be when looking at that pair of perfect lips? But how to explain the latter to Elizabeth without damning himself, especially since he’d made it clear their supposed relationship was for show only? So, he went with the former. Sort of.

“I thought it might take the edge off.”

Her eyebrows shot up, and no wonder. As explanations went, this one had a decidedly sexual overtone. It also was inaccurate, as he knew only too well. That kiss hadn’t taken the edge off of anything. Not in the least. If anything, it had heightened his curiosity. What other secrets were hidden beneath the woman’s prim exterior?

He tried again and said, “It’s just that people who are engaged and presumably in love are expected to kiss and be affectionate with one another.”

Hell, most people assumed engaged couples were doing a whole lot more than that. Just that fast, the image of he and Elizabeth embroiled in a heated encounter flashed through his brain. Scorched through it, more like. It was all he could do to keep a moan from escaping.

“I guess you’re right,” Elizabeth said. She looked about as off balance as he felt.

“My grandmother will expect to see us touch one another and be comfortable doing so.”

He reached over and tucked some hair behind one of her ears, testing himself. It was every bit as soft as he’d assumed it would be.

“Okay.” He watched her swallow.

“So, tomorrow. Around nine.”

“At my office.” She smiled uncertainly, probably wondering what she’d gotten herself into, he thought.

“At your office.”

“See you then.”

“Looking forward to it.” A polite response that was also disturbingly honest in this case.

She slipped behind the wheel of her car. Thomas closed the door and stepped back, offering a wave once she started the engine and shifted into Drive.