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  There was no mistaking his implication and she flushed so hard, she was practically seeing him through crimson.

  Or else that was her fury.

  She’d never been so close to losing control. She wanted to yell and pound her hands on something.

  He would make a satisfying target.

  She took a deep breath, waiting until her vocal cords didn’t feel as if they were strangling her. “I have no intention of being your broodmare, and even less intention of allowing you to ruin my institute!”

  “You might want to think about it,” he suggested, when she turned on her heel and started walking away from the fountain. “I’ll give you until tomorrow afternoon. That’ll give my media director time to leak the…appropriate news.”

  He’d been talking with his media director for much of their drive to Greenwich. She felt even sicker. She looked back at him. “Appropriate.”

  “Don’t agree to my…proposal—”

  “Proposal!” She snorted. “Insane proposition, maybe.”

  He barely paused over her interruption. “—and it’ll be just as I’ve described. A hailstorm of disaster will come down on the institute by the time people tune into the evening news. But if you do agree, I’ll work equally hard at ensuring the world never knows what sort of thievery you have going on in your family. And the only thing in the news will be a human interest blip about our upcoming marriage.”

  She hated, absolutely hated the fact that there was a stinging burn deep behind her eyes. There was no way she’d show any sort of weakness in front of this man. “Why should I trust you?”

  He held up his hand. “Scout’s honor.”

  She stared at him, her hands curling and uncurling at her sides. “I’ve never come as close to wanting to hit someone as I am now.”

  “Your brother Derek would make a better target.” His voice was flat. “He’s the one who put you in this position.”

  And how badly she wanted to be able to deny it.

  But she couldn’t.

  Derek. Her own brother. The one she’d always been able to turn to. He’d been the one to teach her to drive when her father was too busy to and her mother was disinclined to. He’d been the one to help her pass her high-school math classes, to whisk her away for a day of sailing when all the rest of her friends were primping for the prom that she’d never been asked to go to. She’d gone to the same university as he; he’d told her what teachers were good and which ones to avoid. He’d taken her out for her first legal beer.

  And he’d been her biggest supporter when it came to convincing their father that she—youngest of the Armstrong siblings—had what it took to become the head administrator of the institute.

  She hated him for what he’d done to all of them. Couldn’t understand how he could have done what he’d done.

  And she wished like hell that she could cut off the memory of all that he’d meant to her.

  “Come on, Lisa.” Rourke’s voice dropped gently; the predator sensing weakness. “It won’t be so bad. A handful of years at the outside is all you’ll be giving up. And in exchange, the institute will be set for the next fifty years when the next generation takes over. You can expand. Open another location on the west coast if you want. The sky will be the limit.”

  She didn’t care about expansion. Or new sites. She cared about the site—the only site—they had. She cared about what it would do to her father if the institute fell from grace while it was under her watch. Gerald’s health had been declining for years. She wasn’t sure if he could survive such a mammoth, shocking disappointment.

  She and Paul and the others at the institute had all agreed that it was best to keep Derek’s horrible misdeeds from their parents. It wouldn’t solve anything if they knew, and would only upset them.

  She pressed her fingers to her temples.

  But if Rourke was to be believed—if she didn’t go along with his plan—there was no way that her parents wouldn’t learn what Derek had done.

  It was unbearable to even contemplate.

  “My driver can take you back to your hotel,” Rourke said, and she decided she was losing her mind to think there was a hint of compassion in his voice. “You have some thinking to do.”

  “According to you, there’s no thinking to be done. Agree or suffer the consequences.”

  “The institute can’t hide its financial precariousness much longer. Even if I did nothing, the truth would come out.”

  “But you’re prepared to help it along.” Her voice was thick. She looked at him, wishing she could understand what was ticking behind his impenetrable gaze. “And for what? What did we ever do to you?”

  His eyes narrowed. “I don’t like thieves.”

  “I don’t like drivers who run red lights,” she exclaimed. “But I don’t take it so personally that I deliberately go hunting them down!”

  “I didn’t hunt you down, sweetheart. You came to me. I’ve just come up with a solution that benefits us both.”

  She shook her head. His gall was unbelievable. “You can whitewash it all you want, Rourke, but coercion is still coercion.”

  He sighed faintly. “The more you keep thinking along those lines, the harder this all will be. My advice to you is to focus on the advantages.” His lips twisted a little. “That’s what I’m doing.”

  She watched him.

  The silence between them slowly ticked along, broken only by the soft gurgle of water spilling tranquilly over the edges of the fountain.

  “I don’t see why we would have to marry,” she finally said. Maybe…maybe…she could tolerate being a surrogate mother for him. But that didn’t necessitate a pointless marriage.

  A glint sparked in his eyes. The wolf scenting blood. “My child won’t be born a bastard.”

  She looked up at the blue sky, then back at him. “Come out of the Dark Ages,” she said impatiently. “People hardly care about that anymore!”

  “My mother still cares.” His expression was inflexible. “I care.”

  So they’d all suffer through a sham of a marriage just so his heir wouldn’t be born out of wedlock?

  “I suppose I should be grateful you don’t have some moral objection to divorce, too!”

  “If I did, it went by the wayside well enough thanks to my ex-wife.”

  She’d been aware that he was divorced, yet her furtive research when she’d first met him hadn’t managed to unearth any details about the woman. He’d been paired with dozens of women—from famous models to actresses to heiresses. But there’d definitely been no details of his former wife. “How long ago were you married?” Maybe he was nursing a broken heart and taking it out on her because she was female.

  “A lifetime.”

  “Right.” He wasn’t that old. Only four years older than she. “What happened?”

  “Nothing that concerns you.”

  “It does if I’m going to be putting your ring on my finger,” she returned. “Since I assume, to go along with your other antiquated notions, that you’ll be wanting me to wear one.”

  “You think it’s old-fashioned for a couple to exchange rings along with their vows?”

  She wanted to stomp her foot. Because she didn’t think it was old-fashioned. She thought it was right and it was true and it was what people in love did. People who were committing themselves to each other for the rest of their lives.

  Like Sara Beth and Ted had done. Like Paul and Ramona were going to be doing.

  Certainly not for Rourke and her.

  The very idea of it struck her as blasphemous.

  “There is just one more detail,” he added.

  Her nerves tightened until they vibrated at a screaming pitch. “What?”

  “The terms of our arrangement are to be kept private. As far as the rest of the world will know—including your family and your friends as well as mine—this will be a traditional marriage. Entered into for all of the traditional reasons.”

  She let out a disbelieving laugh. “Li
ke what? Love? Who’s going to believe that we’re in love?”

  His gaze suddenly focused on her mouth. His voice dropped. “I think we can be convincing enough.”

  She felt scorched and wanted badly to blame it on her temper. On the impossible position he was forcing her into.

  But she was fresh out of strength to even maintain that simple of a lie to herself.

  “What if I have a problem carrying the baby?” She tossed out the possibility with a hint of desperation. The fertilization itself wouldn’t be a problem. Obviously. In vitro fertilization—IVF—was just one of the specialties at the institute.

  But carrying the baby to term once it was implanted?

  Her sister, Olivia, was proof that not every pregnancy made it to term. Who was she to say that she might not have Olivia’s tendency toward miscarriage?

  But even as she thought it, her common sense rejected it. Physically, Olivia was as delicate as an orchid. Her sister’s body simply wasn’t built to bear children. Lisa was about as delicate as an oak tree.

  “You’re in excellent health,” he said. “There’s no reason to believe you would have difficulty.”

  “How do you know I’m in excellent health?” Her jaw tightened. “Maybe I…maybe I have an STD!”

  He laughed softly. “How long has it been since you’ve been with a man?”

  She flushed. There was no earthly way that Rourke could know that she hadn’t been involved with anyone—that way— since she’d been in college. Years. Followed by more years. “None of your business.”

  “It is when you’re going to be carrying my baby inside of you.”

  Her knees felt weak. She moved around him—uncaring that he seemed to find amusement in the distance she kept between them—and sat down on one of the carved benches.

  “It’s academic, anyway,” he commented. He plucked a leaf from the hedge nearest him and twirled it between his fingers.

  A distant part of her brain envied him that ability to look so calm when everything was going to hell in a handbasket.

  “It doesn’t matter how many lovers you’ve had,” he went on. “Or haven’t had. You had your annual physical last month just like you’ve done for years. You’re as healthy as a horse. You don’t even have a prescription for birth control pills.”

  Her jaw dropped. “How do you know that?”

  He just continued watching her. Leaving her with mad scenarios of stolen medical files running rampant through her head. But that would have taken forethought, wouldn’t it?

  She eyed him, not certain of anything anymore. “You’ve thought of everything, I guess.”

  “And now it’s time for you to do your thinking.”

  But she just shook her head and looked away from him. “There is no choice.” And he knew it.

  “You’ll do what it takes to save the institute?”

  He let go of the leaf. Her eyes watched it swirl around in circles until it landed on the gravel between them.

  “Yes.” She looked up at him. “You’ve got a deal.”

  Chapter Four

  Rourke watched the limousine bearing Lisa in the rear seat drive away from the house.

  A part of him was elated.

  An equal part of him was disgusted.

  Not with Lisa. She’d done exactly what he’d expected her to do. His personal dealings with her might have been counted on one hand, but he knew she was singularly dedicated in her goals where the institute was concerned. Agreeing to his terms had been her only option.

  He wished that the elation could edge out the disgust if only for a moment or two.

  “Where’d Lisa go?”

  He looked over at Tricia, who’d walked around to the front of the house. “She has to catch a flight back to Boston.”

  After she’d agreed, she’d asked him about the rest of his plans.

  And even though he had more than a few, he hadn’t been able to heap them on top of her slightly bowed shoulders. So he’d lied. He’d told her that he would contact her later and they could iron out the details.

  Her lips had twisted. But when she’d pushed off the bench, she’d stood tall and slender in front of him when she’d told him that she would use his limo then, after all.

  Because she had work to get back to.

  He knew there was no doubting that.

  Even with him throwing money at the institute, it was going to take some real work to recover from the mess that Derek Armstrong had left behind.

  He shoved his hands in his pockets, willfully pushing all thoughts of the man out of his head. He looked at Tricia. “What did you think of her?”

  His sister—only two years his junior—looked up at him. “What do you think I thought? She looks like Taylor.”

  He turned to look back at the curving drive, though the limousine had already passed from sight. That had been his first thought, too, when he’d seen Lisa in Shots. That she looked like his faithless ex-wife. But the next time he’d seen her—when Ted and Sara Beth had eloped—he’d realized how superficial that first, startling resemblance had been. Oh, Lisa was still slender and leggy. A blonde with brown eyes and a face that was arrestingly sculptured with a reserved demeanor that just begged to be smashed.

  “She’s not Taylor,” he told his sister. She might be an ice princess, but Lisa had a brain. And dedication, which she’d proved just that afternoon.

  The only dedication his ex had was to herself.

  “Well, obviously, I know that,” Tricia said, rolling her eyes. “Just make sure you remember it.”

  “What else did you think of her?”

  She eyed him more closely. With all the suspicion of a sister who’d endured plenty from him throughout their childhood. “She seems nice enough. A little cool, but I think that’s probably because she’s shy.”

  “Shy?” He shook his head, dismissing the notion. Lisa had confidence to spare. There was no room for shyness there. “Not a chance.”

  His sister huffed. “Why’d you ask if you’re going to ignore what I think, anyway? Trust me. The woman has a shy streak a half mile wide. You just don’t see it ’cause you’re a guy. All you see are those long legs of hers and those big brown eyes.”

  He saw a lot more than that. He saw the means to his future. One that, for a long while, he’d given up on ever having.

  He never thought he’d be in the position of hearing his own biological clock ticking, but that was where he was. There was a helluva lot of macabre irony that the situation caused by Derek Armstrong was now providing Rourke with the means to succeed in the one thing he’d ever failed at.

  Or maybe, it was simply poetic justice.

  Elation edged ahead at last, and Rourke dropped his arm over his sister’s shoulder. “How fast do you think you can put together a wedding?”

  Lisa stood on the front porch of her parents’ home and took a deep breath. She’d barely landed in Boston when her cell phone started ringing with messages, but it was the one from her mother that had brought Lisa here this evening.

  Nobody ignored Emily when she summoned you to a family dinner.

  Not even when one had, just that day, been coerced into agreeing to marry a devil.

  Blowing out a breath, she pushed open the door, entering the foyer where the scent of furniture polish and fresh flowers greeted her. Knowing that her mother wouldn’t appreciate her arriving with briefcase in hand—tangible evidence that she was a businesswoman and not a society wife—she left it on the floor next to an antique console table that held the cut-crystal vase filled with flowers and walked through the house that she’d grown up in.

  She found everyone already in the drawing room. Her mother was sitting on the settee, her typical glass of sherry in her hand. Surprisingly, Gerald was out of bed and sat in his wheelchair next to the settee, sipping amber liquid from a squat glass of his own. Paul and his fiancée, Ramona, were standing close together near the bay window that overlooked the back of the estate. Her blond head was tilted close t
o his dark one and they seemed lost in their own world.

  Derek was notably absent, for which Lisa was painfully grateful.

  She was pretty certain that in her present mood, she would have lost her control altogether if she’d had to see him just then.

  It was going to be difficult enough trying to sell the idea of her sudden “romance” with Rourke Devlin as it was.

  She went to her father first, bending over him to kiss his cheek. “Daddy. It’s good to see you up. You’re looking well.” And he did. His shoulders weren’t as broad and strong as they’d been before he’d become confined to his wheelchair and his face wasn’t as fiercely handsome as it had once been, but he was still an impressive, dauntingly intelligent man.

  And right now, that intelligence was peering out at her from her father’s eyes. “You don’t,” he said bluntly. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing!” She straightened and managed a laugh. “Just too much to do and not enough hours in the day. That’s what you always used to say,” she reminded.

  He lifted his glass, watching her over the rim. He didn’t look convinced, but she turned quickly for her customary air-kiss with her mother.

  “You’re late,” was the only observation her mother had for her.

  “I’m sorry.” She looked over the back of the settee to find her brother watching her, his eyebrows lifted a little.

  She could well imagine he was curious about the results of her New York trip. She shook her head ever so slightly, glancing back at her mother. “You know I was in New York for most of the day. I had to stop at the institute when I got back.”

  Emily’s lips pursed. “I suppose that’s why you didn’t have time to dress more appropriately for dinner.”

  She was long used to her mother’s disapproval and ignored it in favor of going to the gleaming wooden bar on the far side of the room. “I thought Olivia and her clan would be here, too,” she said to no one in particular.

  “She and Jamison had another function tonight.”

  And of course those functions would be important enough not to earn Emily’s trademarked sniff of displeasure. “Too bad,” Lisa said. “I was looking forward to seeing Kevin and Danny again.” Since they’d joined the family, Lisa had been unfailingly charmed by the two sweet little boys her sister and brother-in-law had adopted. And right now, the three- and seven-year-olds would have provided a welcome distraction. “How long until dinner?”