Christine Rimmer – The Maverick's Accidental Bride (страница 10)

Jordyn apologized and settled her down and told all the right lies. Already they were starting to come way too smoothly, those lies. And that seemed somehow a whole new kind of wrong. Bad enough that she kept lying, even worse that the untruths were starting to rise so easily to her tongue.

After she got rid of Jazzy, she looked up to find her new husband watching her. “I would really love it if I didn’t have to tell another lie today.” She tossed her phone on the low table and sank to the sofa in the room’s small living area.

“Hey.” He came to her in long strides, dropping down beside her and throwing an arm across the back of the couch. Faintly, she could smell his aftershave, like saddle soap and spice. He had a scruff of black beard on his fine, square jaw, and his eyes really were beautiful, surrounded by long, black lashes that any girl would envy, his irises light as blue frost in the center, the outer circle rimmed in cobalt. “Don’t think of it as lying,” he advised in that know-it-all tone he’d been using on her practically since she was in diapers.

“Of course I think of it as lying. It is lying.”

“Because you’re approaching it the wrong way. Strictly speaking, nothing we’ve told them is untrue.”

“Strictly speaking,” she shot back, “now you’re lying to me, too.”

“That’s not so.”

“Think back, Will. You told your parents that you’re bringing me home to Thunder Canyon for Thanksgiving—and at Christmas, too.”

A muscle in that square jaw twitched. “It could happen.”

“If I’m pregnant, which I’m not.”

“It’s going to be fine. I promise. We just need to stick with the plan.”

“Yeah. Our Divorce Plan,” she said sourly, already thinking of it as requiring capital letters, something huge and looming, dishonest and wrong that she’d somehow let Will convince her was right. “And not only are there all the lies we’re telling now. Think about how fun it’s going to be having to also explain to everyone we love that it ‘didn’t work out.’”

He studied her for a long, uncomfortable moment and then asked too quietly, “Do you want to call it off now? If you do, just say so.”

She should say yes and she knew it. Yes, Will. Let’s put an end to this craziness now. But she didn’t want to call it off. She wanted...

She didn’t know for sure what she wanted. But calling it off wasn’t it.

His eyes had a hard light in them. “Are you going to answer my question, Jordyn Leigh?”

“I, um...”

“Answer my question.”

“Fine. No, then. I don’t want to call it off.”

His expression gentled. “What do you say we not borrow trouble?” He caught a lock of her hair and rubbed it slowly between his fingers.

She wrapped her fingers around his wrist. “Don’t.”

They stared at each other. She was pinching up her mouth at him, and she knew it. His skin was so warm against her palm. She found herself remembering the other night—before it all got so crazy and misty and they did things she could no longer recall.

It had been wonderful, that night. She’d loved being with him. And his kisses had thrilled her, just set her on fire...

She didn’t know quite how it had happened, but she was staring at his mouth. So soft, that mouth, especially in contrast to the general hardness of him.

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