Ellen Hartman - Married by June

His dad pushed his chair back and stood so fast it tipped over. “What the hell are you talking about, Cooper?”

“I broke off the engagement. Right before you called me.”

“My God! You and your brother are going to ruin this family. How could you be so stupid?”

“It didn’t have anything to do with the family, Dad.”

“You don’t think ‘Cheating Senator’s Brother Breaks Heart of Grieving Fiancée’ is going to be a story that gets picked up? Or did you forget somehow that your wedding is the kick-off event for the tenth anniversary of the Wish Foundation, a group that grants goddamn wishes to people who are dying? How is the governor supposed to appoint you if you’re no better than your brother?”

“Maybe it’s a good thing,” Cooper said. “I won’t be distracted by Jorie and the wedding. Total focus for the new job.”

He looked to his cousin for support, but Theo only said, “There’s no way, Coop. You’re going to get crucified.”

“Get Jorie back,” his dad said flatly.

So. It was already starting. The switch from a private, ordinary life to a life that was a career. And Jorie had gone from ex-fiancée to business asset in the span of one afternoon.

Dear Reader,

When I first started writing romance, I thought all of my books would have to end with a wedding. As I learned more about this genre, I realized I was wrong about that. (And many other things!) Romances aren’t about marriage, they’re about commitment and true love. For some of the fictional couples in my books, a wedding is the right happily ever after, but for some, their commitment to each other may take a different form, at least at the point where the book ends.

This book starts with an engagement, but I wasn’t sure how it would end until the last minutes of revision on the last draft before I handed it in. I think life works that way sometimes—it’s hard to find the right path, especially when the stakes are high and hearts are involved. I hope you’ll have a good time reading along with Jorie and Cooper as they work out their story.

Extras, including behind-the-scenes facts, deleted scenes and information about my other books are on my website at www.ellenhartman.com. Look for other Harlequin Superromance authors and readers on our Facebook page at: www.facebook.com/HarlequinSuperromance. I’d love to hear from you! Send email to ellen@ellenhartman.com.

Ellen Hartman

www.millsandboon.co.uk

Ellen graduated from Carnegie Mellon with a degree in creative writing and then spent the next fifteen years writing technical documentation. Eventually, she worked up the courage to try fiction and has been enjoying her new career as a romance author.

Currently, Ellen lives in a college town in New York with her husband and sons.

I would like to thank my cousin, Mary Beth,

who generously provided me with background

information I used to imagine Jorie’s apartment.

I’d also like to thank my cousin, Carla, who

replayed her wedding cake tasting for me so I’d

get the details for that scene right.

My critique partners, Christianne, Diana,

Leslie, Lisa and Mary, are a source of patient

support for me on every book.

Diana gave me key insights on this one—

thanks for everything!

PROLOGUE

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

EPILOGUE

“MY MOM LOOKED A little better tonight, didn’t she?” Jorie asked.

It was a clear night but the D.C. streets were practically empty. Cooper had suggested that he walk her home after their hospital visit, and Jorie was glad he was with her. Her mom was dying. Probably before the year was over, although her doctor had hopes that his latest treatment cocktail would buy a few extra months. It was almost impossible to accept that her mom would soon be gone.

Cooper and his family had met her mom, Chelsea, only a few months ago, but they’d taken her into their hearts. For the first time, Jorie was sharing her mom with other people who loved Chelsea. It felt like a luxury.

Cooper took her hand.

“She got some news today that perked her up,” he said.

“What news? Why didn’t she tell me?”

“She wanted it to be a surprise.”

The spotlights on the front of the Capitol building glinted in his brown eyes, making them sparkle as he looked down at her. Suddenly he swung in front of her and dropped to one knee. “Jorie, will you marry me?”

“What? No!” she said. The guard halfway up the steps straightened. He held his gun casually in front of his chest, but the Capitol was no place for messing around. “You’ve got to be—”

“The Wish Team granted your mom’s wish,” Cooper said, never looking away from her.

“What wish?” Jorie could feel her world starting to spin.

“She wants to give you a princess wedding. The one she’s always dreamed of. The Wish Team is picking up the tab—”

“Wait— My wedding? To whom?”

He stood up. She’d hurt him. Well, obviously. She was acting as if he was the last man she’d ever consider marrying when he’d been the one keeping her afloat these past few months. “Oh, God, Coop. I’m sorry. I’m just—this is all…”

Suddenly he took her by the waist and swung her up onto the third step. The stairs made her slightly taller than him, but the difference in perspective didn’t do much to calm her. She put her hands on his shoulders to steady herself.

“Jorie, she made this wish for us. I know it sounds nuts, but as soon as she told me, I knew she was right—the idea is inspired. Marry me.”

She couldn’t think with him looking up at her, proposing to her. How many times had her mom described this scene to her when she was a little girl? Someday, Jorie, your prince will ask you to marry him. Cooper was sweet and smart and funny and gorgeous—everything she’d ever wanted in a guy. She thought she loved him, why wouldn’t she love him? But—

“We met six months ago, Cooper,” she said, trying to remind herself why she had to say no. “You can’t let my mom’s schemes get in the way of your good sense. She’s obsessed with romance—with weddings—and always has been.”

The guard had moved down a few steps, his stance alert. Cooper noticed him for the first time and waved one hand. “I’m proposing!”

“Good luck to you,” the guard called back, but he now stood close enough to hear what they said. Cooper put his arm around her shoulders and escorted her across the sidewalk, out of view. He stopped under a streetlight and reached into the breast pocket of his suit. She expected him to come out with a ring box, and when he didn’t, she wasn’t sure if she should be relieved or disappointed. He handed her a packet of papers.

“Okay, yes. I want to make your mom happy. If we get married now, she can be there to see it. But I wouldn’t be asking you if it wasn’t right. I knew you’d say we haven’t been together long enough, but if we wait…your mom…”

He couldn’t finish, and she realized she wasn’t the only one who loved her mom. “I wrote this for you,” he said.