Linda Varner - Won't You Be My Husband?

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HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYSLauren West: Imagine, Nicke Gatewood, the sexy town bad boy, gallantly rescuing me from an obnoxious mule pursuer. But did he have to say we were engaged?!Nick Gatewood: It was nothing, really. Especially because I need one night of Lauren's time, as my fiancée, to convince the boss's wife that this bachelor isn't the proverbial Thanksgiving turkey.A simple agreement: But Lauren never expected her family and friends to get word of her nonintended nuptials. Or to find herself falling in love with her make-believe bridegroom and planning a very real wedding.Join Linda Varner as she celebrates the joy and love of Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year's with three very special couples.

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And the best legs, Nick silently added, relishing the tantalizing lengths of limb Lauren unwittingly revealed. Though tempted to hang back a step or two, he resisted. It wouldn’t do for her to catch him trying to get a glimpse of her panties. As it was, he’d have to keep his jacket buttoned all night to hide his unfortunate physical reaction to the seams of her sexy black stockings.

Lauren took a right at the top of the carpeted stair, leading Nick into a bedroom that looked as if it had come straight from “Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous.”

“My God,” he murmured, momentarily distracted from Lauren, herself. Slowly he turned, taking in every detail of the cream-colored furniture, the diaphanous cream-colored curtains, the plush cream-colored carpet. The only color in the room besides cream, cream, cream was a splash of burnished gold here and there, the red roses he’d sent her on Monday and, at the moment, Lauren, herself, dressed as she was in take-no-prisoners black.

“You don’t like it.”

“It’s…incredible. I feel as if I’ve stepped into a fairy tale. All that’s missing is the virgin princess, stretched out on that four-poster bed, waiting to be kissed awake by the handsome prince.”

“Princess, heck! This is my room. Therefore, I’m the one who gets the kiss.”

“Then all I can say is ‘Look out, Sleeping Beauty,’ because if you’re wearing that dress when the prince shows up, you won’t be a virgin for long.”

“Oh, I took care of that little problem years ago,” Lauren told him with an airy wave of her hand. She walked over to the cheval mirror and smoothed her dress down over her hips. “So you like the outfit?”

“It’s really beautiful.”

“Why, thank you.”

“You’re welcome…” To my sex—to my heart—to my life. Hearing the echo of his unspoken offer, Nick tensed. It would be easy to get in over his head, here. So easy.

“What’s wrong?” asked Lauren, who now stood close enough to feel the reaction.

“I was just wondering where you’re going to clip your pager,” Nick quickly lied. While he didn’t mind her knowing he found her desirable tonight, he had no intentions of admitting he’d actually, even for a millisecond, thought of her in conjunction with his tomorrows. That was an insanity he could neither explain nor understand, unless seeing her again had somehow resurrected long-buried dreams of the good life. Too bad that Nicolas Gatewood, more than anyone, knew the good life wasn’t for everyone. “Assuming you’re taking it with you.”

“Of course I’m taking it with me. And I’m putting it in your shirt pocket.” Lauren scooped up her purse, took out the pager and tucked it in his shirt pocket. Then she smoothed his shirt and tie. “Goodness, but you’re all tensed up,” she murmured, the next instant stepping behind Nick and gently kneading his shoulders. “Take off your jacket.”

“What for?”

“Your muscles are in knots.” Even through the fabric of his black jacket and snow-white shirt, her probing fingers seared his flesh. “They need attention.”

I’ll show you a muscle that needs attention! Nick’s libido screamed, further rattling- his shaky nerves. “Though I appreciate the offer, we really don’t have time, for a back rub, Lauren. We have to be at Phillip Avery’s in—” he glanced at his watch, noting that his hands…hell, his whole body…trembled at her touch “—twenty minutes, and it’s going to take every one of them to get there.”

“Then I’ll give you a rain check,” Lauren murmured, tugging playfully on his earlobe.

Nick jumped as if she’d goosed him.

“Are you sure you’re all right?” Lauren demanded. Serious now, and obviously concerned, she raised his left arm and ducked under it to stand eyes-to-Adam’s-apple with him.

“I guess I am a little nervous about this dinner party. I’m not sure of the reason for it. And then there’s this phony engagement business. Speaking of which—” Nick dug into his jacket pocket and retrieved the tiny blue velvet box he’d tucked there earlier “—put this on.”

Wide-eyed with curiosity, Lauren opened the box. While she examined the diamond solitaire inside, Nick examined her and saw the stuff of which a bad boy’s dreams were made: auburn hair, big blue eyes, kissable lips. Man, oh man.

She was out of his league and always had been. Yet here they stood—face-to-face and, of all things, faking an engagement.

“Where’d you get this?” Lauren held the ring up under his nose.

“My fiancée.”

“You’ve been engaged?”

“That’s right.”

“What happened?”

“Every time she set the wedding date, I found an excuse to change it.”

“Tsk. Tsk. And how many times did this happen?”

“Four.”

“No wonder she gave the ring back to you.”

“Actually, she threw it back to me, and I never blamed her.”

To Nick’s relief, Lauren slipped the ring on her finger instead of asking any more questions about that painful period in his past. “It’s a little loose, but I promise I won’t lose it.”

“Lose it. Lose it!” Ready to escape Lauren’s pristine bedroom, Nick walked out the door and down the hall to the stairs. Lauren turned off the light and joined him. Together they descended into the foyer, where she retrieved her coat from a closet. Moments after, they left the house.

The clock on the dash said 8:10 when Nick braked to a halt in Phillip Avery’s circle drive and assisted Lauren from the car. They hurried up the steps to the house, Lauren exclaiming over everything from the massive oak trees to the antique mailbox. It warmed Nick’s heart to hear her comments. Although a noted obstetrician in one of the city’s most influential clinics—at least according to the secretary who’d ordered the roses for him—Lauren was still just Sissy West from a small Texas town on the Gulf of Mexico.

Incredible, that, and disconcertingly appealing.

“Do I need to ring the bell?” Lauren asked, no doubt referring to his earlier reluctance to ring hers.

“Feel free.”

Lauren reached up, then slowly lowered her hand. “Do you really think they’ll believe we’re in love, Nick? I mean, we didn’t practice or anything—”

“Trust me, Lauren,” Nick couldn’t resist teasing. “If I’d had the slightest idea you wanted to practice loving me, I’d have been over every night this week.”

Chapter Two

“Why, Nick Gatewood, shame on you!” Laughing over her case of nerves, Lauren punched the doorbell. She heard its ring, muted by the heavy front door. Then the ornate wooden barrier was flung open wide.

“Hello, Nicky,” crooned an. emerald-eyed brunette Lauren guessed to be in her early twenties. She included Lauren in her smile almost as an afterthought. “Please come in.”

Grateful when Nick took her hand and led the way, Lauren stepped into the massive foyer of a house that could have been Tara, just as its mistress could have been Scarlett.

Unfortunately the conservatively attired man Lauren saw hurrying down the hall toward them couldn’t have been Rhett. No, he more resembled Scarlett’s father, a fact that explained Sabrina’s attraction to Nick—who could claim more than a few Rhett-ly qualities.

Nick cleared his throat, transporting Lauren back to Texas from civil-war Georgia. “I’d like to introduce my fiancée, Lauren West, an obstetrician who works at a clinic here in town. Lauren, this is Phillip Avery, one of the cofounders of Avery, Sanders and Wright, and his wife, Sabrina.”

“Fiancée? Well, I’ll be damned,” responded Phillip, with a delighted grin. He reached for Lauren’s hand and pumped it vigorously up and down. “When did all this happen?”

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