Summer Brides: Bride Wanted / Hasty Wedding. Debbie Macomber

sanctioned this marriage with his sister. In fact, he’d encouraged it from the beginning.

      Although Jerry hadn’t shared his concerns with Alek, he was convinced Julia’s brother was worried about her. Whenever Jerry mentioned Julia’s name his eyes clouded. After working with her these past two years, Alek understood her brother’s anxiety. She was aggressive, domineering and driven. In themselves those weren’t negative attributes, especially for a woman in a competitive business, but Alek had noticed something else. Julia Conrad had closed off her life from everything that didn’t involve Conrad Industries. Perhaps he was a fool, but Alek saw this woman as a challenge. More than that, he liked Julia and with very little effort could find himself in love with her. Already he admired her and was attracted to her; he longed for the day she’d feel the same about him.

      No, Alek reasoned, Jerry wouldn’t give in to her dictates. He would be unemotional, reasonable. Alek knew they couldn’t count on the same behavior from Julia. Smiling to himself, he decided he rather looked forward to the battle of wills.

      Alek had met Jerry years earlier while the young American had traveled across Europe. Together they’d spent a restless day in a train station. Eager to learn what he could of America, Alek had questioned him and found they shared several interests. Alek had liked Jerry. They’d corresponded over the years and Alek had shared his frustration with his country and his work. Jerry had offered Alek employment soon after the fire that had nearly destroyed Conrad Industries. It had taken them almost a year to secure the necessary visa for him to live in the United States.

      “Do you understand what I’m saying?” Julia asked. “I’m arranging an annulment.”

      “Yes, my love.”

      “I am not your love,” she cried, sounding close to tears.

      “Perhaps not now,” he returned confidently, “but you will be soon. Sooner than you realize. Ah, Julia,” he said, “we will have such marvelous children.…”

      Alek knew when her eyes drifted shut that she wasn’t envisioning their offspring, but was desperately fighting to hold on to her temper. Once she accepted their marriage, he told himself, she would be a splendid lover. Already he’d experienced the passion that simmered within her. Soon, in her own time, she would come to him—and he’d be waiting.

      Alek sauntered back into the living room, turned on the television and sat back to watch the nightly news.

      No man had ever infuriated her more. Julia had needed every ounce of courage she’d ever possessed to confront him with the truth. But he’d been so blasé about it, as if he’d expected her to default on their agreement. As if he’d been calmly waiting for her to defy him.

      Then to have him casually announce it was too late to change her mind? That was too much! She’d rather rot in jail than make love to such an uncaring, ill-tempered, scheming—

      Suddenly she felt tired. If anyone had been scheming, she was the one. Exhaustion permeated her bones, and it was almost more than she could do to finish the dishes. Alek sat in her living room, watching television. Undaunted. Confident. Sure of himself.

      “I’m going to bed,” she said shakily, praying he wouldn’t follow her.

      Alek reached for the remote and turned off the television. He was on his feet, trailing her into the master bedroom, before she had time to protest.

      “I’m very tired.” Her eyes pleaded with him. If she couldn’t reason with him, then perhaps she could evoke sympathy. Bottom-of-the-barrel compassion was all she had left.

      “I’m tired, as well.” He stood at the opposite side of her bed and unfastened the buttons of his shirt.

      Julia felt like weeping. “You expect to sleep in here?”

      “You are my wife.”

      “Please.” Her voice cracked.

      He didn’t pause in his movements, tugging the shirt free from his waist.

      “I can’t sleep with you.” Her words were low and barely audible.

      He turned back the bed covers. “We are married, Julia, and we will share this room. You needn’t worry that I will make any unwelcome…advances. I’m certain that in time you’ll come to me. You will, you know, and when you do, I’ll be waiting. I can be patient when the prize is of such high value.”

      The presumptuousness of the man continued to astound her. “I can’t…sleep with you,” she repeated.

      “I am not a monster, Julia, but a man.” He stopped and looked at her as if expecting her to argue further.

      “I don’t understand you,” she cried, nearly hysterical. “I’ve cheated you and lied to you. Why do you still want me? You should be glad to be rid of me.”

      “You are my wife.”

      It demanded all of Julia’s energy just to hold up her head. This man confused her and she lacked the resources to go on arguing.

      He pulled back the sheets and rearranged the pillows on his side of the bed, making certain she understood that he wouldn’t be dissuaded.

      “I can’t think clearly,” she said, holding her hands to her cheeks. “I’ll sleep in the guest bedroom.”

      His disappointment was obvious. “You’re sure?”

      She nodded. “For now.”

      “As you wish, then.”

      Listlessly she moved around the foot of the single bed. She’d made a mess of this marriage from the beginning.

      “Julia.” His voice was softly accented and warmly masculine. Something in the way he said her name gave her pause.

      “I’m so sorry,” she said before he could speak. She could hear the tears in her voice.

      “For what?”

      She shrugged. For another failure. For dragging him into a loveless marriage with a cold, unwilling wife. For countless unconfessed sins.

      “You’ve spent today and many others before it fighting yourself. You’re weary of the battle, aren’t you?”

      Julia nodded. He was behind her, moving closer. She should leave now, walk away from him before he started to make sense, before he convinced her there was hope. She couldn’t allow it to happen, because ultimately she would disappoint him. Even hurt him.

      “I am your husband,” he whispered once more as he turned her into his arms. “Let me carry your burdens and lighten your load. I’m here to be your helpmate, your friend, your lover. Let me take care of you, Julia. Let me love you.” As he spoke, his mouth was drawing closer and closer to hers, until their breath mingled.

      As hard as she tried, Julia couldn’t dredge up a single protest when his mouth settled firmly on hers. He kissed her the way a woman dreams a man will kiss her, with a tenderness that touched some long-hidden spark within her.

      And then…he altered the kiss, making it hot and fierce. He buried his hands deep in her hair.

      Alek sighed and her name spilled from his lips. His voice was filled with need. With unbridled desire.

      “Be my wife.”

      Julia’s eyes fluttered open. It took her a second to comprehend what he’d said. When she did, she stared at him, unable to speak. Her heart was pounding, tapping out a dire warning. One she should heed.

      “I…need time.”

      He continued to hold her gaze. “All right.”

      Tears filled her eyes and she bit her lip. “You’re getting the short end of the stick with me, Alek.”

      “Short end of the stick?”

      She smiled softly. “It means you’re getting less than you deserve.”

      “Let