Page 26 of Wife for a Week

John Tey pocketed his cell phone and turned towards him, a broad smile on his face. ‘The meeting was a success. The contract has been dissolved.’

Nick felt the breath he’d been holding leave his body, felt the blood in his body start to move again as relief washed through him. Hallie was safe; that was all that mattered. His hands were trembling so he put them on the counter to make them stop; his legs were shaky too—nothing he could do about that other than pray they held him up until the sensation passed.

‘Here,’ said John, pressing a squat glass of clear liquid into his unresisting hand. ‘You love her; you feared for her. It’s a perfectly normal reaction.’

Nick drained the contents of the glass, almost choked on the fire of it. ‘What is this stuff?’ he spluttered between gasps.

‘Cheap Russian vodka,’ said John Tey with a chuckle. ‘Very good for shock. Very good reminder that you are alive.’

‘She did it,’ said Jasmine joyfully. ‘She’s a hero.’

‘Crazy, reckless woman,’ Nick muttered beneath his breath. ‘I should never have let her even attempt it.’ Just wait until he got his hands on her. Wait till she walked through that door. Hero or not, he was going to lock her up and throw away the key until she swore she’d never put him through anything like that again!

‘Of course, you’re a hero too,’ said Jasmine thoughtfully. ‘You may actually be the biggest hero here today.’

‘What?’ Nick blinked. How could he be a hero? He’d done nothing! Nothing but wait and in waiting go slowly insane.

‘You didn’t interfere,’ said Jasmine. ‘You let her go even though it went against your nature to do so and you trusted her to fix the problem herself. I think that was very heroic.’

‘You’re a sweetheart,’ he said gently as he held out his empty glass for another hit. ‘But I think you’re confusing heroism with lunacy.’

Twenty minutes later Hallie and Kai walked through the door and Nick managed to greet them civilly enough, thanks in no small part to John’s most excellent cheap Russian vodka.

‘All done,’ said Hallie, all smiles. ‘I told you it would work.’

Nick sighed, reached for her and held her close to his heart and she sagged against him, not quite as nonchalant or as confident as she seemed.

‘Don’t you ever put me through that again,’ he said gruffly. ‘You hear me?’

Hallie hugged him hard and pulled back a little self-consciously.

Jasmine, he noted, was playing it far cooler with Kai. She’d waited until he set the large parcel he was carrying down on the sideboard before crossing to greet him, a fragrant cup of tea held carefully in both hands. He watched as Kai took the tea with a wry smile on his face and a gentle meeting of hands and knew Hallie had been right about that too. It was a pretty sight, two dark heads bent over an offering of tea, with whitewashed walls, dark wooden furniture and a hastily wrapped parcel in the background. A hastily wrapped vase- shaped parcel in the background.

No. No way. She wouldn’t have dared. Temper licked through him, hot and swift. It couldn’t possibly be what he thought it was. Could it? He glared at Hallie and she smiled back at him, the picture of innocence. He didn’t trust that smile, not one little bit. ‘What the hell,’ he said, pointing towards the parcel, ‘is that?’

Nick accepted John’s rather hasty offer to complete their business directly. It was either that or blow a fuse over how and why Hallie came to be in possession of that damned vase, and he suspected the older man knew it. So they were in John’s study, the contract papers spread out on the desk, having just been signed by the older man and just about to be signed by him. Trouble was, he couldn’t do it.

‘Is there a problem?’ asked the older man.

‘Yes,’ he said.

‘We have agreed that the terms are fair.’ John’s voice was cool.

‘And they are,’ Nick was quick to say. ‘That’s not the problem. The problem is that a contract is based on trust and understanding. Honour. You’ve always been honourable in your dealings with me. I, on the other hand, have not been completely honourable in my dealings with you.’

John Tey sat back in his chair and regarded him steadily.

Nick took a deep breath and prepared to tell it as it was. ‘I’m not married. Hallie isn’t my wife. She’s only pretending to be my wife.’

‘I know,’ said the older man, and at Nick’s open-mouthed astonishment, ‘I’ve always known.’

Maybe it was the vodka, maybe it was this latest shock coming so close on the heels of the appearance of the vase, but Nick didn’t know what to say. Or do. He wasn’t entirely sure he still had the power of speech.

‘You don’t really think I’d sign a multimillion-dollar deal with a man and not run a background check on him, do you? It’s standard company procedure.’ John Tey smiled. ‘Given that the company details you provided were accurate to the last cent, I would, however, like to know why you felt it necessary to lie about your marital status.’

Ah. ‘A misjudgement on my part,’ said Nick uncomfortably. He really didn’t want to go into the why of it.

‘I believe that at one stage my daughter viewed you as a prospective husband,’ said the older man shrewdly. ‘And that you invented a wife because you wished to spare her feelings.’

‘I invented a wife because I wanted to secure this deal,’ corrected Nick, with a self-mocking twist of his lips. If he was going to tell the truth it may as well be the unvarnished truth. ‘I didn’t want to marry your daughter and I couldn’t afford to offend either of you. Trust me, there was far more self-preservation involved than chivalry.’

John conceded the point with a shrug. ‘Then there’s Hallie.’ He shook his head, smothered a chuckle. ‘You may not be married to her yet, Nicholas, but it’s clear you’ve given her your heart.’

‘What?’ spluttered Nick. ‘You can’t think…I’m not…’ Oh, hell! He was.

He was foolishly, undeniably in love with Hallie Bennett. She of the Titian hair, golden brown eyes, and God-given talent for finding trouble.

‘I think you’re going to have your hands full there, son.’

Nick groaned. He could see it all so clearly. Hallie in his bed, sharing his life, and him never wanting, never even looking at another woman because this one filled him so completely. He could see it now. A house brimful with ancient wonders and rambunctious sons, and a tiny daughter with fly-away black hair and golden eyes and the ability to wrap her daddy, uncles and all of her brothers around her dainty little fingers. He’d be buying shotguns by the dozen. Valium by the caseful. What if—and here was a truly terrifying thought—what if they had two daughters? ‘Shoot me now,’ he told John. ‘It’ll be quicker and far less painful.’

‘Oh, I don’t think so,’ countered John. ‘I think you’ll find yourself well satisfied with your choice of life partner. Besides, I can hardly do business with a dead man, now can I?’ John picked up the pen and passed it to him. ‘My signature is already on the papers, Nicholas. Honour has been satisfied. Sign.’

Hallie left Nick and John downstairs finalizing the distribution deal and headed to the suite to start packing for the trip home. The packing could have waited until later in the day, tomorrow even, but she was too wired to rest so she started on it with a vengeance. The plan had worked beautifully, Nick was safe, and there was a quiet satisfaction in knowing that no one had pushed her aside and stepped in to save the day. She could be proud of that. Would be proud of it, dammit, and not apologetic as Nick seemed to think she should be, although, to be fair, it wasn’t the successful cancellation of the hit that had sent Nick into orbit; it was the presence of the vase. Nick wasn’t real happy about the vase.

Truth be told, Nick wasn’t real happy with her. She’d been a lousy corporate wife, distracting him from his work, arranging to have him killed, and bringing his contract negotiations to a standstill. He was probably counting the hours until they touched down in London so he could pay her and be rid of her. Not that she blamed him.

For her part, saying goodbye to Nick and watching him walk away was going to be the hardest thing she’d ever done. One step forward, two steps back. For all her newfound self-confidence she knew instinctively that letting Nick go was going to break her heart.

But she was determined that there would be no tears, no telling him she loved him. No. She wouldn’t do that to him. He’d wanted a wife for a week and after that week was over he wanted that wife to leave. That was the deal they’d agreed on; she could at least get that right.

She was still packing ten minutes later when Nick came up to the room and was composed enough to greet him with a tentative smile, a smile that faded when it wasn’t returned. She watched him cross to the window and stand there, grim and preoccupied, with his hands in his pocket and his back towards her. Oh, hell. Something was wrong. She waited for him to say something, anything, but he remained ominously silent.