Miranda Lee - Marriage At A Price

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What did an independent, spirited woman do when her stud farm was deep in debt? Marry for money? Never! Courtney set off for Sydney in search of a silent business partner.Handsome investment broker Jack Falconer said he knew the right man for her. Courtney jumped at the chance only to find that Jack was that man and he had a deal to offer. He'd clear her debts if she would do something for him in return have his baby!

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“It’s not charity I’m offering you. It’s a deal.”

“A deal,” Courtney repeated, dismay clutching at her heart.

Not love…

A deal…

“I will clear your debts if you do something for me in return.”

“For heaven’s sake, what?” It had to be something huge in return for three million dollars.

Jack looked worried for a second. “This might be a bit of a shock, coming so quickly after we’ve met. But I’m quite sure on my part. In fact, I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

“Jack, for pity’s sake, what?”

“I want you to have my child.”

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Miranda Lee

Marriage at a Price

CONTENTS

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

EPILOGUE

CHAPTER ONE

COURTNEY knew, the moment she saw William Sinclair’s face, that her mother’s accountant had really bad news. He’d hedged over the phone when she’d asked him if Crosswinds was in financial trouble, saying he just needed to have a little chat with her, face to face.

Courtney hadn’t been fooled by that. Her mother’s cost-cutting measures these past couple of years had been obvious to everyone. Staff was down to a minimum. The fences had not been painted. Other repairs had been left undone. The place had begun to look shabby. Which wasn’t exactly good for business.

If Crosswinds was to compete against the lavish and very modern thoroughbred studs now gracing the Upper Hunter Valley, then it needed to look its very best.

When she’d pointed this out to her mother earlier in the year, Hilary hadn’t agreed. ‘What we need, daughter, is a new stallion. Not fancy stables.’

Which was also true. Four years earlier, when the stud had been doing very well, her mother had imported a classy Irish stayer named Four-Leaf Clover.

Unfortunately, the horse had contracted a virus and had died shortly after standing his first season at stud. His only crop of foals hadn’t been much to look at as yearlings, bringing such poor bidding at auction that Hilary had stubbornly kept most of them rather than let them go for less than they’d cost to breed.

With Four-Leaf Clover gone, and their remaining two sires both getting older, Crosswinds had a real hole in its breeding program. But there hadn’t been the money to buy a replacement till this year.

‘I’ll still have to look for a bargain,’ her mother had told her. ‘I haven’t got much spare cash.’

Her mum had been cock-a-hoop when she’d arrived home with Goldplated in May, especially with the price she’d negotiated. Though no price was a real bargain, Courtney realised ruefully as she walked into the accountant’s office, if the money to buy the darned horse had been borrowed.

William Sinclair rose as she entered, being the old-fashioned gentleman that he was. ‘Good morning, Courtney,’ he greeted. ‘Do sit down.’ And he waved her to the single chair facing his large, but large, ancient desk.

Courtney took off her Akubra hat and sat down, making herself as comfortable as she could in the stiff-backed seat. A fruitless exercise. Tension had already knotted the muscles between her shoulder blades.

The accountant dropped his eyes to the papers in front of him, then started shuffling them around.

Courtney’s agitation rose. She wasn’t in the mood for any further procrastination.

‘Just give it to me straight, Bill,’ she began bluntly, and his eyes lifted, his expression faintly disapproving. He’d never liked her calling him Bill. But that was rather irrelevant at the moment. ‘No bulldust now. No waffle. I’m my mother’s daughter. I can take it.’

William shook his head at the young woman sitting before him. Yes, she was indeed her mother’s daughter, he thought wearily.

Not in looks. Lord, no. Hilary Cross had been as plain as a pikestaff. Her daughter had clearly taken after her father, that unknown, unspoken-of male who had miraculously impregnated the forty-five-year-old spinster owner of Crosswinds over a quarter of a century ago, then disappeared off the face of the earth.

Gossip claimed he’d been a gypsy, and Courtney’s looks seemed to confirm that, with her long black curly hair, dark brown eyes and rich olive skin. A striking-looking girl, in William’s opinion.

Her personality and ways, however, were pure Hilary. Just look at the way she was sitting, for heaven’s sake, with her right ankle hooked up over her left knee. That was how men sat, not young ladies. And then there was the matter of her dress, ‘dress’ being the pertinent word. Because she never wore one! William had never seen her in anything but blue jeans and a checked shirt. Yet she had a very good figure.

As for that glorious hair of hers. It was always bundled up into a rough pony-tail, then shoved under a dusty brown stockman’s hat. Lipstick never graced her deliciously full mouth. And the only scent he ever smelt on her was leather and horses!

But it was her manner that rankled William the most. Not quite as aggressive and opinionated as her mother, she was still far too tactless with people. And bold in her attitude all round. Bold as brass!

Of course, it wasn’t her fault. Hilary had raised Courtney as though she were a boy, letting her run wild from the time she was a tiny tot. He could still remember the day he’d driven out to Crosswinds, when Courtney had been about eleven or twelve. She’d met him at the gate, riding a big black colt with a crazed look in its eye and wide, snorting nostrils. Far too much horse for a man, let alone a wisp of a girl.

‘Race you up to the house,’ she’d shouted from where the horse had been dancing around in circles, obviously eager to get going. ‘Last one there is a rotten egg!’ And, nudging the huge beast in the flanks with her heels, she’d taken off at a gallop, hooping and hollering like some bush jockey on picnic day.

Though appalled at her unladylike antics, he’d still gunned the engine and had chased after the minx, certain in the knowledge that any car could easily outrun even the fastest racehorse in the long curving uphill driveway.

And what had she done? Jumped the darned fence and gone straight across the paddocks, scattering mares and foals as she’d leapt fence after fence like the mad dare-devil she was. She’d been there waiting for him when he’d finally rounded the circular gravel driveway in front of the house, her dark eyes sparkling at him.

‘You’ll have to drive faster than that next time, Bill,’ she’d teased. ‘Or get yourself a sports car!’

It was the first time she’d called him Bill. Before that, he’d at least been Mr Sinclair.

When he’d spotted Hilary standing on the veranda of the house, glaring down at her daughter, he’d experienced some satisfaction that the brazen creature would be suitably chastised for her cheek and foolhardiness.

But what had Hilary done?

Chided the girl for losing her hat!

‘Do you want to end up with skin cancer?’ she’d snapped. ‘Go back and find it and put the thing on, girl.’ At which, the bold hussy had whirled her horse and, with another hoop and holler, set off exactly the way she’d come, jumping fence after fence.

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