Marry Me, Kate

Ever practical, Maggie got right to the point. “What do you have to do in return?”

Kate tried several ways of answering, but nothing came out. It wasn’t easy to explain.

Maggie’s voice tightened. “Kate? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she hurriedly said. Maggie was younger by two years, but she’d always been the responsible one, the one to come along behind Kate and tidy up her messes.

“Then why haven’t you answered my question?”

“Because it’s hard to explain. It’s—it’s a personal services contract.” That sounded like a polite way to categorize their agreement.

“Kate! You’re not—”

“No!” Kate returned at once, understanding her sister’s misapprehension from her tone of voice. Then she rethought her answer. “I’m going to—to marry the man for one year. A platonic marriage. Strictly business.”

“Has he seen you?”

“Yes, of course he has.”

“Then don’t do it.” With an exasperated sigh, Maggie added, “No man could marry you and keep it platonic...unless he’s gay, of course. Is he?”

Kate let her thoughts travel over the sexy image of William Hardison in a tux. With a sigh, she admitted, “No, he’s not.”

“I don’t like this, Kate.”

“I know, Maggie, but I have to do it. For Pop. I know you don’t like the idea—”

“I just don’t think—never mind. I know it’s important for you to keep the diner. But I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I won’t. It’s all going to be spelled out in an agreement. And I’ll be able to make a good living. Maybe I can even help Susan some.”

“If she’ll let you. I’ve tried, but she’s too proud. She won’t let me do much.”

“But that’s the beauty of my plan, Maggie. She’ll be part-owner. Both of you will. If I make any profits, you two will get your share.”

Maggie, ever supportive, didn’t voice her doubts, though Kate knew she had them. “Good. Have Tori look at the contract before you sign it.”

Kate smiled. She’d known Maggie would be practical. “You’re right I’ll call her.”

After saying goodbye to her sister, she added to her list of things to do a call to Victoria Herring, a longtime friend who was an attorney. And Susan. She deserved to hear the good news, too. Maggie and Kate loved their new sister, but they found her as stubborn as either of them. She refused any offers of money to help her raise her siblings.

And without a debt overhead, Kate could offer real profit. She turned to the most entertaining of her plans, new menus. Catering offerings. What she’d tasted at the party at the museum last night wouldn’t be hard to beat. She’d need an entrée, of course, to society, someone to lend her support.

She almost slipped in the shower as she realized the added benefit to marrying William Hardison. Of course! He would be her entrée. She’d been concentrating on the financial aspects of their agreement, but there was more to be gained from their liaison.

Frowning, she remembered his hope that she would keep him from the necessity of social engagements. Fine. That’s what she would do. She would be working, anyway, if her ideas worked out. No one would expect her husband to accompany her on catering jobs.

Having nicely set him aside from her plans, Kate dressed and headed for the diner’s kitchen, ready to start her day, hope riding high.

When Will reached his office the next morning, his secretary handed him a stack of messages from his mother. He’d turned off the ringer on his phone when he’d gotten home last night. He knew his mother would call and he didn’t want to talk with her until he could present her with a fait accompli.

“She’s already called three times, Mr. Hardison. I assured her you would be in shortly.”

“And I am. But I don’t want to talk to her just yet. If she calls again, tell her I’ll be in touch by this evening, but whatever you do, don’t put her through. And get Charles Wilson on the phone for me.”

He’d barely sat down at his desk when his secretary buzzed him to pick up the phone.

After his greeting, his attorney asked, “Will? What’s up, guy? I hear you caused a ruckus at last night’s party.”

“Maybe. Listen, I need some fast work. Can you clear your morning and get right over here?”

“Problem?”

Charles was not only a friend, but also an efficient, knowledgeable lawyer. He didn’t waste time with protests.

“Not really. More of an agreement that will free me from problems, but it’s...personal.”

Knowing his words would intrigue the other man, Will smiled as Charles gave him his assurance he’d be right over and hung up the phone.

Then he pulled the legal-size pad from his briefcase. Last night, when he’d been unable to go to sleep right away, he’d made a list of his requirements for the agreement. Now he wanted to review them. It wouldn’t do to be careless. If he left a loophole, Miss Kate O’Connor could take him to the cleaners for a healthy reward.

She wouldn’t do that. He dismissed that unbidden thought with a cynicism borne of living with a greedy woman—his mother. She had dared many things he would have thought beyond a woman who loved her husband, as she’d always professed to do.

Better to concentrate on the legalities. If he didn’t leave any options for Miss O’Connor, then he wouldn’t have to rely on a generous heart that he wasn’t sure existed.

Charles stared at him.

“You want to do what?”

“Weren’t you listening? I just explained it, Charles. It’s not that complicated for a legal mind like yours.”

“Complicated? No. Stupid, yes.”

“Why? I thought you’d be pleased. I’ve covered every eventuality.”

“What does this woman look like?”

Charles’s unexpected question shook Will. “Why?”

“I heard she was a knockout. A redheaded bombshell.” Charles’s gaze remained fixed on Will.

How could he deny Charles’s description? Even thinking about the way Kate had looked last night, the response from the other men, hell, from him, made denial impossible. “You heard right,” he admitted tersely.

“And you want to put in the contract that if you have sex, even consensual sex, she gets half of everything?” Charles’s voice rose higher with each word.

“Don’t you have any faith in my self-control?” Will asked, glaring at his friend.

“Not unless you’re no longer male. Proximity, legality and sex appeal don’t promote abstinence when they’re combined. It would be too easy to let yourself believe she cares about you when your hormones are in overdrive.”