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Married by Morning
Shirley Jump
MILLS & BOON
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For my children, who have added a dimension of fun to my life that I never expected. Having them has taught me that it’s okay to completely humiliate yourself in a driveway basketball game and that the point of Scrabble isn’t to win or show off my vocabulary skills, but to share laughs and groans with the family.
I love you both, more and more every day. Every laugh, every smile and especially every hug is a treasure I hold dear to my heart.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER ONE
CARTER MATTHEWS screamed into the parking lot, road gravel spitting a wake behind him as he slid his red Lexus into a front space. The ads had said the car could go zero to sixty in the blink of an eye. They had lied.
Carter’s new toy could go zero to a hundred, making the Lexus worth every penny.
He slid out of the car, feeling a twinge of guilt that he’d blown off most of the workday to take the car out for a spin. Pearl, his assistant, had given him her famous evil eye as he’d darted out the door this morning, barely five minutes after striding through it. What Pearl didn’t understand was that TweedleDee Toys was undoubtedly better off when Carter wasn’t running the ship.
“Mr. Matthews! I’m glad I found you!”
He spun around. Mike, TweedleDee’s design intern, scrambled across the parking lot, trying to hold a bulky paper bag against his chest with one hand while keeping his glasses on his nose with the other. “I…well, we, had this brainstorm today and the guys wanted me to rush over to you.” He thrust the bag at Carter, then caught his breath. “Meet Cemetery Kitty. We think it’s going to revolutionize the stuffed animal industry.”
“Cemetery Kitty? As in another stuffed animal?” Carter tried to work some enthusiasm into his voice. This week, he’d given his toy designers a single task—to come up with something to wow the buyers at this fall’s Toy Convention. He’d expected a water blasting outdoor gun, a snazzy remote control car, anything but one more faux fur pet.
“Are you going to look at it now?” Mike’s entire body went frenetic with anticipation. He clasped and unclasped his hands, nodding at the bag. “You, ah, haven’t been in the office all that much, so I thought I’d track you down. If you like it, we can rush right into production.”
The stuffed toy would undoubtedly be one more in a string of failures, but he didn’t voice his reservations, not while he was still riding the high of driving his new car. He had no desire to ruin that by inserting the failing toy business into the mix.
“It’s been a long day. I’ll look at it later. But thanks.” He gave Mike a wave, then headed into his building.
The intern who had enthusiastically cleaned out the office supplies cupboard and color-coded the Post-it notes, remained undaunted and caught up with Carter. “Mr. Matthews?”
Carter turned around, at the same time tapping the car’s locking remote, waiting for the answering beep. “Yeah, Mike?”
“Uh, the guys are kinda concerned,” Mike said, clearly here as the sacrificial lamb for the employees. “You’re not at work a whole lot and well, with your uncle Harry gone and all, we, ah, kind of wanted some direction.”
Carter glanced at the Lexus. About the only thing he had experience directing was a fast car. And a few fast women. Every time he tried to manage the toy company, all he’d done was manage it further underground.
So he’d abandoned it today, just as he had last Wednesday to play golf, and the Tuesday before that for a rousing tennis match with his brother. Lately he’d been out of the office more than in. Considering Carter’s managerial abilities, it was a good thing all around if he stayed away.
And yet, he couldn’t bring himself to hire a manager. To admit failure.
Again.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Mike,” Carter said, because he didn’t have an answer to the whole direction thing. Hell, even Carter didn’t know which direction to head.
Mike hesitated a second longer, then pushed his glasses up his nose and said goodbye. He crossed the lot, shoulders hunched, steps heavy and measured and looked back, two, three times, then slipped into his battered ten-year-old green truck and left.
Carter let out a sigh, climbed the stairs to his apartment, let himself in, dropped his keys in the crystal dish by the door, then opened the bag.
Inside was a cat. Life-size, gray and white striped fur, looking reasonably realistic. Certainly not the blockbuster he’d been expecting, given Mike’s raving.
But pretty much par for the course at TweedleDee Toys.
He flicked the on/off switch. The furry thing rolled over, thrust its four paws into the air and let out a plaintive belching squeak. The cat shivered twice and went still.
“Just what a toy company needs,” Carter muttered. “A cat that plays dead.”
He tossed the play animal into a chair and crossed to his tidy, stainless steel kitchen. After this, he needed a stiff drink, a pretty woman and a long vacation, preferably on some desert island.
But his liquor cabinet was empty, his apartment devoid of anything female since Cecilia had walked out in a huff last Tuesday and his vocabulary had been missing the words “extended vacation” since he’d taken over the top spot at TweedleDee Toys.
A mistake of epic proportions.
He had no idea what his uncle Harry had been thinking when he’d written his will and left Carter in charge of a toy company. If anything, his twin brother Cade would have been a more logical choice. Cade, the organized one, the one who could take on a project and see it through to the finish line. He’d done that at their father’s law firm and now, after leaving there, was working with his wife, Melanie, building her Cuppa Life coffee shop franchise throughout the Midwest.
Unlike Carter, whose greatest accomplishment in life had been running Uncle Harry’s company into the ground.
Not to mention, disappointing