CHAPTER 31
CHAPTER 31
posted by Cat @ 9:17 PM
Thursday, October 21, 2004
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- Name: Cat
- Location: BULLARD, Texas, United States
C.R.Myers is a Texan—born and bred in the Lone Star State. A English/Drama teacher by profession, she received her M. A. from the University of Texas at Tyler. As a teacher and professional speaker, she designed and implemented her own creative course as well as writing college sketches, which were performed on a local television station. She decided to start writing seriously only within the last few years. Since then, she has written eleven novels. Black Ice/Shadowed Road was her first published novel. Since then, Through the Shadows, Red, Red Rose, Lady’s Game, Shattered Illusion, and Blonde Logic have been published as well as nine other stories sold to area newspapers and magazines. Through her writing, she has received cards and letters from fans from all over the US and fifteen different countries. The books have sold well and the reviews have been strong, leading to seven book signings and two out of state appearances. Two of the books have been chosen as books to be presented in Austin at the Texas Book Festival.
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CHAPTER 31
“Mrs. Reynolds?”
She turned at the sound of her name. A gray headed gentleman was handing her a stack of bond papers attached at the top by two staples. She glanced down at the title page. It was a marriage contract. She dropped down in the chair behind her and began to read. In a few minutes a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. It was all there. She looked up—first at Michael and then his father. “Okay, this looks acceptable. I’ll have my lawyer check it over.”
“We don’t have time for that,” Michael answered her. “Our plane leaved in two hours.”
“Why the rush?”
His father cleared his throat. “The sooner the year is started, the sooner it will be over.”
She looked away. For some reason his words hurt. Not that she expected Michael to be eager to marry her, but his father’s assessment of the situation bothered her. Did Michael feel that way as well? She cut her eyes in his direction. He returned her look, his face serious. “Sure, I feel the same way. Only I need time to pack.”
“No need,” Michael told her. “We’ll buy your clothes when we get there.”
His pat answer angered her. “Look, I hate to interrupt your plans, but I’m not ready for all this. It’s too sudden. I need a couple of days.”
The older Samisen exchanged a look with his son. “Let’s talk about this outside,” he said, wrapping his hand around her arm.
She pulled away and stood up. Michael followed her out the door. When she heard the door click shut behind them, she turned around. “I know you think this is weird, but I have my reasons.”
“I’ll bet you do.”
His cold voice cut into her. He thought she was a greedy bitch—using his bad luck to trap him into marriage. She wished things were different. Not that she cared what he thought. He was everything she despised in a man—a womanizer. Wasn’t Cassandra proof enough of that? “I won’t be rushed into marriage.”
“That’s rich, since it was your idea in the first place.”
He tucked his hair behind his ear—an unconscious gesture. She stared at the auburn sheen before her eyes traveled down his face, centering on his lips. She couldn’t help but wonder how they would feel against hers. An intimate thought considering she professed to hate the man wearing them.
“I’ll admit it was my idea, but I need some time. I’m not ready.”
The hard expression on his face told he that he was unmoved. “You should have thought of that before. The plans are all made, and the offer has an expiration date.”
“What do you mean?”
He stepped closer and lowered his voice. “You’ve already testified. I’ve been cleared. If you change your testimony now, you’ll be prosecuted for perjury. As for me… Ever heard of double jeopardy?”
Dismay settled around her like a warm cloak. He had won. She had named the game and set the rules, but somehow he had still won. This was not what she’d planned. Still… if she played along, maybe she could still meet her goals. The game was far from over. Her resolve intact, she lifted her chin and looked straight into his eyes. “Fine. Let’s get it over with.”
A look of triumph flicked in his eyes and then vanished. He was gloating over her defeat. Damn him. This was the last victory he’d win. She’d see to that.
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