A Vow, a Ring, a Baby Swing. Teresa Southwick

out of her beige silk suit and looked just as pretty, maybe more so, in a denim jumper with a white T-shirt underneath. Her dark curly hair had been done up on top of her head for the wedding and was tumbling down now. He couldn’t help thinking it made her look as if she’d just come from a man’s bed. That thought was followed by a white-hot flash of desire, which he quickly pushed away.

      He had learned a long time ago that it was easier if he didn’t think about Rosie that way. Most of the time he succeeded. Then, out of the blue—bam!—those feelings zapped him like a lightning bolt.

      Nick had never said the exact words, but he had still made it clear that Steve was to think of her as a kid sister. That made her “hands off.” He had taken his protective role to a new level today, he thought. After what he’d done, she wasn’t going to any man’s bed, including his.

      Especially his.

      “Why did you do it?” she asked. “You could have said no.”

      “To your mother?”

      “No. Xena, Warrior Princess. Of course, my mother. When she asked you to submarine me, you could have told her you wouldn’t stoop that low.”

      She was right. But he couldn’t manage to summon the guilt he knew he should feel. He had absolutely no regrets. He’d built a booming business and had made a lot of money by giving his corporate clients all the information they needed to keep from making a mistake. He’d never taken as much satisfaction from a job well done as he did now.

      Rosie was a one-in-a-million woman.

      She didn’t know it now, but she was better off alone than she would have been married to that twotiming jerk. Confronting Wayne without laying a hand on him had been one of the hardest things Steve had ever done. He’d wanted to punch Wayne’s lights out, especially when he’d started spouting lies about Rosie.

      “Look, squirt, you know why I couldn’t say no.”

      “I don’t.” She shook her head. “It’s easy. You open your mouth. It’s one tiny syllable. ‘No.’ Simple.”

      “I owe your parents more than I can repay in a lifetime.”

      “You already paid off the college loan,” she said. “With interest.”

      “It’s not about money.”

      “Okay. It’s about how when you were a kid my father caught you stealing from his restaurant and instead of calling the cops, he made you work.”

      “You got it.”

      She put her hands on her hips. “That doesn’t make you my parents’ lackey.”

      He couldn’t help smiling. “‘Lackey’? Rosie, you’ve been reading too many books in that store of yours.”

      “I’m serious, Steve. Maybe you like the word ‘flunky’ better? My folks gave you a helping hand. You don’t owe them your life’s blood forever. Your success is the only reward they want.”

      He owed them everything. “I know they don’t expect anything.”

      “But you sided with them.”

      “I didn’t take sides, and it’s not a you-against-them situation.”

      “No?” She caught her full bottom lip between her teeth.

      The longer she talked, the more he thought maybe she’d already gotten the waterworks out of her system. He studied her. She didn’t look as though she’d been crying. Her turned-up nose wasn’t red. No blotches on her face. No wadded up tissue in her hand. Nope, the storm was still gaining momentum.

      She looked troubled. And angry. Hell, why shouldn’t she? He’d just busted up her wedding. She would get over it. He took heart from the fact that when she’d listed everything she liked about Wayne, she’d never said she loved him. Although he didn’t like to think about it, she wouldn’t be alone for long. He hoped she chose the next guy more wisely. A girl like Rosie deserved the best.

      “You’ve ruined everything,” she said, taking her makeup case from the bathroom and setting it on the love seat.

      He stuck his hands into his jeans pockets. “It may seem that way now, but give it time. You’ll see—”

      “All the time in the world won’t change what you’ve done. You’ve destroyed my life,” she said, her voice tight with suppressed resentment and simmering panic. “You and my mother.”

      He wanted to say he’d saved her life, but she wouldn’t see that now. He almost wished he had come up empty when he’d checked out her fiancé. What he’d found was worse than he’d expected. In fact he’d kept the sleazy information to himself for a hell of a long time, hoping he wouldn’t need it.

      Then Mrs. M. had called him last night and told him about the wedding. He’d had to show her what he’d discovered. When she saw the information, paying Wayne off had been her mother’s idea. The lesser of two evils was still evil, and he reminded himself that Rosie must be feeling pretty bad right now.

      He tried to be gentle with her. “Your mother was concerned.”

      “My mother thinks Prince Albert wouldn’t be good enough for me. You know that.”

      “She loves you, squirt. Your whole family does. They want the best for you.”

      “Who gets to decide what the best is? Shouldn’t that be me? And when do I get to start calling the shots? I’m twenty-six years old. It’s about time they stand back and let me alone. If I fall on my face, so be it. It’s my face!”

      And a nice face it was. But he couldn’t tell her that. He didn’t know what to say. Something positive. “They’re proud of you, Rosie.”

      She shook her head. “In a pig’s eye.”

      “Look at the bookstore. They’re pleased at the success you’ve made of it.”

      “That doesn’t count. They couldn’t force me into the family business and I used my trust fund to open the store. We’re talking about interpersonal relationships here. My parents don’t trust me, Steve. It’s as simple as that. You don’t interfere if you believe in someone.” Her eyes turned accusing. “And you of all people—I thought you would support me. You were the only one who didn’t think I should go into the restaurant business with my brothers.”

      She was right. He did a lot of work for the Marchettis. If she’d followed her brothers into the family operated restaurant chain, he’d have had to see her more than he could handle. He’d supported her desire to start her own business, but his motives had been selfish.

      “I’m sorry you’re upset,” he said. “But this is for the best. You’ll see.”

      “I’ll never see that. And you helped do this to me.” Her eyes got bigger—and angrier, if that was possible. “You checked out Wayne, didn’t you? You investigated his background.”

      He nodded. “When you first started seeing him.”

      “Why? My mother?” Her face was composed, even though she was mad.

      “No one trusted him.”

      Evasion. It was better than the truth. No way would he tell her that no one had asked him. He’d done it on his own. She would want to know why and he wasn’t sure he even knew the reason.

      “I don’t understand.”

      “Little things you said. No visible means of support, vague references to stocks and investments. He pushed his advantage with you at the speed of light.” He was too slick, too smooth, too evasive. Too damn charming.

      “So what did you find out?”

      “Do you want to see the reports?” When had he learned to bluff so well? He prayed she would say no because he’d left them with her mother. Besides, he wouldn’t show her everything.