He met her gaze. Her eyes were very green right then. And troubled. Raindrops glittered in her pale hair.
"Thank you, Palmer," Jonas said.
The butler left them.
"I want to see Mandy," Emma Lynn said.
"She"s asleep."
"I"m not going to wake her up. I just ... I have to see her."
"Why?"
"I meant what I told you, Jonas. I have been making up my mind."
"Fine. Why is it necessary for you to see my sister?"
She seemed at a loss for a reason, only looked at him, an urgent kind of look, through those troubled green eyes.
He left the window and approached her. Her eyes widened as he got close, as if she feared his nearness. But she didn"t step back.
He went past her. "This way."
Emma followed Jonas out to the entry hall, with its ebony-inlaid walnut floor and its coffered and arched cathedral ceiling rising three stories high. The grand foyer, Blythe had always called it.
Jonas began to climb the curving staircase. Emma fell in step behind him.
Mandy"s rooms were on the second floor. Jonas went past the dark playroom and entered the bedroom. Lightning flashed once, bright and hard, outside. For a split second, the yellow and blue walls stenciled with dragonflies and dancing frogs were cast into sharp relief.
Then the room plunged into shadow again. The rain drummed away outside, a low sort of sighing sound.
Mandy had graduated from her crib to a big white four-poster several months ago. She lay in the center of the roomy bed, on her side, the quilted yellow and green comforter covering her to her waist, both hands tucked beneath her plump chin. Her thick, silky curls looked very dark against the yellow pillow.
Emma tiptoed to the bed and stood looking down, painfully aware of Jonas, so silent and watchful, in the shadows behind her.
Mandy yawned, then let out a small, contented sigh. She rolled to her back, flopping her arms up and out, so that her hands lay palms-up on the pillow at either side of her head. Her little fists tightened, then went lax again.
As Emma stared at those small, perfect hands, it almost seemed she could hear Blythe"s voice in her mind...
"Am I crazy, Em? Am I totally irresponsible, to want a baby so much at this time in my life?"
"No, you are not crazy. Not crazy at all."
It had been a Sat.u.r.day. The Sat.u.r.day after Thanksgiving. They"d been Christmas shopping. And they"d stopped in at a Mexican restaurant on Melrose for lunch.
Blythe had leaned toward Emma across their table, her face earnest, her voice low. "I want ... I guess I want a chance to do right by a child, to help someone grow up and to do a good job of it. I wasn"t there, when it mattered, for Jonas." She sat back, her eyes suddenly far away and dark with pain. "And with my other baby, I never even had a chance."
Emma was the one leaning closer then. "Blythe, don"t do this to yourself. What happened was not your fault. Not in any way."
But Blythe shook her head. "I could have been stronger. I should have been stronger. Jonas needed me then. And I failed him terribly."
Emma had said what Aunt Ca.s.s would have said. "You can"t live in yesterday. You can only live right now." Then she"d added what she really thought. "And right now, today, you would make a wonderful mother."
"Oh, do you think so?"
"You bet."
Blythe looked so young at that moment, sitting back in the booth, a soft smile on her face but then, she had always looked years younger than her real age. And she"d been blessed with lots of energy. Until the illness that claimed her so suddenly, she was a person who just brimmed with life.
Emma asked, "But could you? I mean, aren"t there laws about how old you can be?"
Blythe picked up her water gla.s.s and raised it, as if in a toast. "Money and influence do have their uses." She set the gla.s.s down without drinking from it. "However, there is no getting around the problem of Jonas. He would be furious."
Emma dipped a chip in salsa and popped it into her mouth. "Well, fine. Let him be furious. It is not his decision."
"But if anything happened to me in the next few years, he could end up being the baby"s guardian."
"Blythe. Nothin" is going to happen to you."
"I"m sure you"re right. But if something did happen, you and I both know that Jonas is not emotionally equipped to bring up a child. He would need help, Emma."
Emma crunched another chip. "Now, come on. You weren"t listenin" to me, were you? I said that nothin" is going to happen to-"
"Would you be there? That is what I"m asking you, Emma. It"s a great deal to ask, and I know it. But it"s very important to me. To think that I could count on you to help out, to give Jonas a little ... guidance, if something happened to me."
On the bed, Mandy sighed again and turned her darling little face toward the far wall. Emma stared at the curve of her beautiful cheek.
Would you be there?
Emma had looked across the booth at her friend and said, "Yes. You know that I would. If it ever comes to that which it will not I will be there to help out."
Emma had said yes. Yes, after all, is what a person should always try to say to a friend. It had been a promise. A promise she"d been foolishly certain that she would never have to keep...
Emma turned from the sleeping child. Jonas was waiting for her in the shadows. She nodded. He gestured for her to go ahead of him. She did, as far as the upstairs hall. Then he took the lead again. They went back the way they"d come, down the curving stairway, through the grand foyer, along another hallway to the room the butler had called the study, with its beautiful rugs, inviting velvet-covered chairs and pretty jewel-paned windows.
Jonas shut the door. "Take off your coat. Have a seat."
"No. I won"t stay long."
He stared at her, a probing, knowing look that caused her stomach to go all jittery. She shivered.
One corner of his mouth lifted the tiniest bit in the Jonas Bravo version of a smile. "You are nervous."
Why deny it? "You bet I am."
"Why? What"s going on?"
Lord, give me strength, Emma thought.
She wrapped her raincoat closer around herself, yanked her shoulders back and announced, "All right, Jonas. I"m willin" to do what Blythe wanted me to do. I will marry you. For one year."
Chapter 6.
J onas found, surprisingly, that he was relieved. It wasn"t the best decision she could have made. He would have liked it a lot better if she"d simply agreed to stay the h.e.l.l out of his and Mandy"s lives.
But it could have been worse. At least this way, in a year when they divorced, there would be no doubt that Mandy would stay with him.
"No more stalling," he said. "We"ll get married right away."
Those eyes, moss green at that moment, widened. She didn"t speak, but she did nod.
Fine. He"d take that nod as a yes. "And another thing..."
She frowned. "What?"
Jonas did not consider Emma Lynn a gold digger. She might have platinum hair and a wardrobe straight out of a Victoria "s Secret catalogue, but in the past week, the woman had shown herself to be burdened with an excess of integrity.
Still, a man in his position couldn"t be too careful. "I"ll expect you to sign a prenuptial agreement. I"ll settle a few million on you, but that"s all you"ll get out of me."
She stiffened. And her soft red mouth became a firm line. "I don"t need a few million from you, Jonas Bravo. You make out those papers to say I get nothin" and you get nothin" of my fortune, either."
He couldn"t help it. He laughed. As the sound escaped him, he realized it was something he didn"t do all that often. He composed himself, asked, quite seriously, "What fortune is that, Emma Lynn?"
She had that cute little turned-up nose of hers aimed at the ceiling. "The fortune I"ll earn soon enough, you watch me."
He was watching. And he was thinking that she did possess a certain s.p.u.n.ky charm. She had just succeeded in amusing him. And that was a rare thing. Women so seldom amused him anymore.
Maybe he"d become jaded. There had, after all, been an excess of women in his life during his mid-to-late twenties. All of them had been beautiful and bright and so clever. But sooner or later, they all wanted more than he wanted to give them. He would move on.
The endings of affairs tended to be unpleasant all those tears and impa.s.sioned recriminations. Gradually, he"d come to the conclusion that the great s.e.x at the beginning of a romance just wasn"t enough to make up for all the big emotional scenes at the end. So he had dated less and less until, in the past two or three years, he found that he wasn"t dating at all.
But he had to admit that sometimes he missed having a woman in his life. He missed the feel of a soft, warm body beneath him in bed. He missed kissing. Yes, he really had liked kissing. He liked the taste of women, the sweetness of their mouths beyond the soft boundary of their lips.
Emma Lynn, he couldn"t help but notice, had a very pretty mouth, not too wide, but with full lips. Her mouth was slightly open at the moment. He could see her nice white teeth, which were just the slightest bit overlapping in front not perfect.
Strange. He liked that.
He also was finding that he"d begun to like that mole above her lip on the right side, the way it slid into shadow when she smiled.
He moved a step closer to her, took in a careful breath. Yes. A fresh, sweet, scent. Like roses roses wet with morning dew.
It probably wouldn"t be entirely unpleasant to have her in bed. In fact, having s.e.x with his wife ... that could be an interesting diversion. He doubted the attraction would last the entire year, but why not make the most of it while it did?
He wanted to touch her, to reach out and run his finger along her cheek.
Had he ever touched her? He didn"t believe so. He didn"t believe he"d ever so much as taken her hand.
That was odd, wasn"t it? It had been five years since his mother had first introduced them. He remembered that introduction clearly. He had heard them, the two of them, laughing together in the living room off the grand foyer. Or perhaps laughing wasn"t the word for it. They were giggling, like a pair of teenage girls sharing secrets. He"d decided to investigate.
He"d pushed open the tall double doors. And there was his mother in her Chanel and pearls, sitting on one of the striped silk sofas with a way-too-s.e.xy blonde. The blonde wore a very red, very revealing pair of shorts and a skimpy halter top.
His mother had glanced over at him in the doorway. "Jonas, come in. You must meet Emma Lynn..."
He had not come in. He had nodded a curt greeting and bowed from the room, pulling the doors shut as he went.
After that, there"d been no real occasion to touch Emma Lynn. No reason he would want to. She irritated him, and she"d never seemed particularly fond of him, either.
Well, now he was going to marry her for a limited time, anyway. And he"d decided he"d probably take her to bed. He did want to touch her now. So he would. He reached out his hand.
Emma gulped.
Omigoodness . Jonas was going to touch her. Now why in the world would he go and do that?
She knew she should say something, move back, flinch away.
But she didn"t. She remained absolutely still as his big, square hand brushed at her hair, slid along her cheek and then dropped away. They were standing just inside the door of his study. And now neither of them was moving. Emma felt that she couldn"t move, couldn"t think. Could hardly even breathe.
Jonas Bravo had touched her.
And now, he was looking at her so strangely. The very air felt changed. Charged. It seemed to vibrate with the tension between them a whole new kind of tension. The s.e.xual kind.
Emma"s silly throat had gone bone-dry. She gulped again.
What was this? She did not need this to get all hot and bothered over Blythe"s big old bully of a son.
Okay, they were getting married. But there wasn"t going to be any funny stuff, no there was not. Blythe"s will hadn"t said a thing about the two of them sleeping together. Emma was going to open him up and teach him a little about giving and caring.
But s.e.x? Uh-uh. There was no need for that and they were not going to go there.
"Um. It"s getting late, isn"t it? I"d better be headin" out."
Jonas allowed himself a second smile this one more obvious than the first.
Yes , he was thinking. There it was, beneath the irritation. Attraction. Mutual attraction. Interesting.
And she was completely bewildered by it. Not prepared for it, fighting it, even.Jonas felt better by the second.The way he saw it, Emma Lynn Hewitt"s confusion provided a clear opportunity. It represented his chance to get the upper hand with her. And if there was one thing that Jonas Bravo understood, it was the importance of getting and keeping the upper hand.
He moved in closer. Her eyes got wider. "When?" he asked softly.
She actually licked those pretty full lips. "Um ... what?"