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“Why are you flirting with me?”
John lowered his head. “I’ll admit, at first it was because you rejected me.”
She rolled her eyes. “I suppose it was the shock of that happening.”
He looked up and laughed. “But then it was because you didn’t expect compliments or gifts from me.”
“And that was odd?”
“The women I know would sell their souls to snag a rich man. They’re the kind my father usually marries. But they’re not going to get me!”
So he was not the marrying kind. Still… “But I’m not exactly the type of woman to turn heads.”
“You are to me. Since I’ve met you, you occupy my mind most of the time.”
Diane tugged on her suit lapels. “You’re flirting again, Mr. Davis. It’s not appropriate at a business lunch. Don’t you respect me?”
“Absolutely.” He leaned in close and whispered on a husky breath, “But I also want to sleep with you.”
Dear Reader,
Long ago, when I was young (ha!) I began my career by writing Regencies. I enjoyed writing heroines who looked for love in life, rather than position, fortune and fame. The Marrying Kind is like a Regency in that my characters are not looking for marriage. Or at least they think they aren’t! This attractive, successful and cynical man is about to meet his match in an independent and wary woman.
I really enjoyed writing these two characters. They are a little different from what I usually write, but a little change is good, isn’t it? However, you may notice that I can’t seem to stop bringing people together in a type of family.
I think we all try to create a family around us, whether by blood or circumstances. This is the second book of my DALLAS DUETS series, which takes place in a fourplex on Yellow Rose Lane. We’ve got one more story to tell, Mommy for a Minute, which will be out in August. I hope you’ll look for that story, too! Dallas is a very nice place to visit.
If you have comments or questions, you can visit me at my Web site, www.judychristenberry.com.
Happy reading!
The Marrying Kind
Judy Christenberry
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Judy Christenberry has been writing romances for over fifteen years because she loves happy endings as much as her readers do. A former French teacher, Judy now devotes herself to writing full-time. She hopes readers have as much fun with her stories as she does. She spends her spare time reading, watching her favorite sports teams and keeping track of her two daughters. Judy lives in Texas.
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
Chapter One
“Dad, I don’t need another woman pawing over me. I’ve got enough women already trying to figure out how to get me to marry them.”
“Son, this one is different. Her mother promised me—”
“Come on, Dad, you know women. They’ll promise you their souls if it’ll get them your charge cards.”
“John, I’m only asking for one evening. She’s a good-looking blonde. Surely you can spare one night. For me.”
John stared at his father. He loved him, even if he didn’t agree with his choices, especially about women.
But what the hell. He could endure one evening with another money-hungry female. He’d done it often enough. He’d sit through one gourmet dinner while she ordered the most expensive meal and prattled inanely for two hours. Then he’d take her home and he’d be finished.
“Okay, Dad, I’ll take her out once. If I don’t like her, that’s it, okay?”
“Thank you, John.” His father handed him a piece of paper. “Here’s the address. She lives in a fourplex on Yellow Rose Lane.”
DIANE BLACK MOVED ABOUT the downstairs apartment in the fourplex on Yellow Rose Lane, watering the various plants.
“Oh, you poor dear. You’ve suffered a lot, haven’t you? I’m so sorry I didn’t get to you yesterday.”
There’d been too much work to do. She’d left the bank about nine, even later than usual, working up a proposal for a potential client she’d been pursuing for weeks. A few hours on her laptop catching up on investments were followed by some light reading in bed—a trade magazine of financial projections. She’d fallen asleep with the magazine on her chest, never thinking of the plants she’d been asked to tend.
She poured water into the dry soil of one dieffenbachia. “Here’s a little extra for you,” she crooned. She pinched off a dead leaf or two before moving on to the next plant, talking to it as much as she had the last one.
She was usually quiet, but she blossomed when she talked to the plants. She had a large collection in her own apartment and had promised her friend and neighbor, Jennifer, to take care of her plants, too, while she was on her honeymoon.
When a knock sounded on the front door, Diane wondered who could be calling on the absent newlyweds and their children.
Should she answer it?
Another knock, this one more forceful, decided her.
She hurried to the door. Swinging it open, she stared at the six-foot-two, dark-haired hunk in front of her. “Hello?”
“I’m glad you finally answered. I was beginning to think you weren’t home.”
“I—”
“No, don’t say it. Look, I promised my dad, as you promised your mother. So let’s just get this evening over with so we can face them and tell them we’ve done as they asked. That’s what we need to do.”
“We do?” Diane blinked several times. She knew she was tired, but what he was saying didn’t make sense.
The man reached forward and took her arm. “Come on. I’ve got a reservation at a nearby restaurant. It won’t take that long. If we don’t like each other, we can cut it short and still have done what we promised.”
She pulled away from his hold. What was wrong with this guy, acting like an arrogant oaf? “You can’t just—”
“Sure I can. I’m paying. Get your purse and let’s go.”
Of all the pompous, demanding egos! Just who did this guy think he was?
Then it hit her.
Could it be…?