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The Marriage Bargain

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Something wounded in her warned that she’d had her taste, that she was only allotted one; but the part of her that was unbearably lonely and lost craved another chance and refused to stop hoping.

To her utter humiliation, her thoughts must have shown, because Wes remarked, “I didn’t intend for the ceremony to seem so…binding. But the other kind didn’t seem right.”

There it was. The admission that the church ceremony had given an impression he hadn’t intended. The foolish little hope that had made itself felt in the chapel died a swift death. She quickly finished her wine and made herself look over at him.

“Would you…mind?” She pushed the wineglass toward him and he obliged her by refilling it. She had another glass before they left the restaurant to go back to their hotel.

The cab ride was silent. Hallie took off the hat and leaned her head back against the seat to quietly watch the millions of casino lights glitter and flash past her window. The wine had relaxed her, but she felt more subdued than usual.

The sidewalks were crowded with gamblers and vacationers eager for the nightlife of Las Vegas. The whole town was light and energy and excitement, but none of it touched her.

If the circumstances of their visit hadn’t been so serious, she might have enjoyed going into a casino, maybe trying her luck at a game of chance, to at least see what the attraction was. But the knowledge that she’d just married a man to get a ranch, and that, in essence, she was betting her grandfather would die before he found out, made her feel heartless and mercenary.

It didn’t matter to her conscience that Hank had barely tolerated her, that there were times when he’d been unbearably cruel. He was her grandfather. Whether that had ever meant anything to him or not, it had meant something to her. Which was why his treatment of her all these years had so wounded her, and had possibly influenced this disloyal act.

They arrived back at their hotel. Wes paid the driver and they got out to walk into the hotel and cross the lobby to the elevators. When one arrived, they stood aside as the passengers got off.

The last three passengers who stepped out were older women. One of them glanced at Wes and gave a startled look.

“Why, Wes Lansing. What a surprise! And—” she looked at Hallie with great interest “—who’s this lovely young woman?”

In the next second, the woman’s gaze dropped to the hat that Hallie carried in her left hand, and her face showed fresh surprise as she eyed the rings.

“My goodness, Wes, is this your bride?”

CHAPTER THREE

HALLIE stood next to Wes as the elevator glided upward. She fidgeted with the hat, so distressed she could barely stand still. Because they were alone, Wes spoke.

“Edna Murray is the biggest gossip in our part of Texas. She might not wait to get home to report this.”

Hallie felt sick. Edna Murray was her punishment for taking vows in church that she knew she’d have to break. Now there was no hope of keeping their marriage secret until her grandfather passed away. Edna’s almost giddy, So, this is the end of the feud—how romantic! haunted her.

The moment they reached their floor and the doors opened, Hallie rushed out. She got to their room several steps ahead of Wes, then had to wait for him to open the door. When he did, she started to go in, but he caught her arm. Her gaze flew to his.

“Just a minute.”

Before she realized what he intended, he leaned toward her, then swept her off her feet into his arms. She immediately tried to wiggle out of his hold.

Though Hallie was strong for her lithe size, Wes’s easy strength made her feel fragile when he flexed his arms and held her firmly. He carried her over the threshold into their suite, then set her on her feet. Hallie stepped away from him as if she’d been burned.

“Why did you do that?” She couldn’t take her eyes from his stern expression as she searched it for a clue to why he’d carried her in.

“Now that we can’t hope to keep this marriage secret, we need to think about observing the traditions people expect.”

Hallie shook her head. “No one could have seen what you just did.”

Wes walked to the cabinet that concealed a small bar and opened the door. “They’ll see whether or not we live together on Red Thorn.”

Hallie stared as a new horror presented itself. “I can’t live with you.”

He glanced her way and his dark gaze went over her from head to foot before returning to her face.

“How much pride have you got, Mrs. Lansing?

He looked back to the cabinet and began to twist open the caps of four small bottles of whiskey, which he divided into two stout tumblers as he went on.

“Now that we’ve been found out, do you want people to know this was a cold-blooded marriage of convenience to thwart your grandfather? Or would you rather they think it’s an impetuous marriage that somewhere down the line doesn’t work out?”

Hallie stood stiffly as she stared at him in shock. He picked up the tumblers and carried them to her. She set her hat and handbag on the sofa table, then took the glass he pressed into her shaking hand.

“Maybe you should sit down before you drink that.”

She ignored the suggestion and hastily had a sip, then choked on the stinging liquid. Wes calmly watched her and had a taste of his own.

“If Hank doesn’t last long enough to find out, I vote for letting people think what they choose, since we’ll both have what we married to get. That’ll come out right away when the will is read. Most folks have a poor opinion of Hank Corbett. When they find out about what he did to you with that Will, they’ll understand.”

Hallie’s voice was still raspy from the harsh liquor. “And if he lives long enough to find out?”

“Then, since he’d probably write you out of the will completely, I favor the look of a real marriage.”

Her quiet, “So that’s why you asked about pride,” was barely audible. The way she said the word was no endorsement of it.

“I’m not eager to be seen as a man who married a woman to get land, then cast her off the moment he found out she couldn’t give it to him. So we’ll give the look of a real marriage. Starting now.”

“Maybe I don’t care what people think.” She had another quick sip of whiskey. It didn’t sting so much this time.

“I think you do care. A lot. Why else have you kept yourself hidden away on Four C’s all this time if you weren’t afraid to find out what people think of you? And then there’s your charming cousin Candice.”

His perception was painful, and she turned away with her drink. She was so rattled that she downed the rest of the whiskey and stood gripping the glass in both hands. “What makes you think you know so much?”

“Because if it wasn’t true, you’d tell me so straight out. Instead, you challenged me.”

The impression she got—that he could read her mind—made her feel exposed and vulnerable. At first, she thought it was panic that made her suddenly feel dizzy. But in the next second, she realized that the whiskey she’d downed so fast was already making itself felt.

“I’m afraid…of a lot of things,” she found herself admitting.

The terrible craving to let someone know her—the hope that she might reveal herself to another person and be liked—was suddenly close to the surface. And it was stronger with Wes than with anyone she’d ever met in her life. It terrified her to wonder what that meant.

The memory of the somber little ceremony in the chapel came back to her. Something had happened when she’d made that vow. Somehow, some way, her heart had reached for something it needed and grabbed on hard.

“I’ve made a terrible mistake.” Her voice trembled on the word. She’d not only lost her chance, she’d exposed the needs and desires and desperate hopes that she’d hidden from herself and everyone else all her life. These few hours with Wes had done that, and she was suddenly overwhelmed by it all.

The next thing she knew, Wes had moved beside her and was taking the empty glass from her hands. He set it on the sofa table along with his own. He took her arm and started to lead her to a chair.

“You need to sit down.”

The warm sensuality that bloomed at his touch spread through her like syrup. She pulled away, but stepped wrong on the narrow heel of her shoe and faltered. Wes caught her arm to steady her. She braced a hand on his chest, then jerked it away, dismayed by the hard warmth beneath her palm.
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