Millionaires' Destinies: Isn't It Rich? / Priceless / Treasured. Sherryl Woods

up the receiver. “Good morning,” she said briskly, determined to keep things cool and professional this morning, the exact opposite of the way they’d been the night before. “Sorry to keep you waiting. I’m just back from a meeting.”

      “No problem. How are you?”

      “Doing great. You?”

      “Fine,” he said, sounding amused. “Is Becky standing over your shoulder listening to every word? She seems awfully curious about last night.”

      “I think that’s to be expected under the circumstances, since you saw fit to take her into your confidence.”

      “You have a point,” he conceded. “I won’t make that mistake again. You didn’t say, though. Is she there?”

      “No, as a matter of fact, I shut the door to my office. I don’t think she can hear me, though I imagine her ear’s pressed against the door,” she said a bit more loudly.

      The comment was greeted by an indignant huff from the outer office.

      “Now, then what can I do for you?” she asked Richard.

      “We need to talk about Christmas,” he said. “It’s next week.”

      Melanie bit back a smile. “So I’ve heard. I’m surprised you remember. Winifred must have made a note on your calendar.”

      “Actually Destiny was here this morning,” he said.

      “So that explains your sudden recollection of the holiday,” she teased. “Family prompting. Did she ask you to pass it on to all the other workaholics you know?”

      “No, but she is expecting you to join us for Christmas Eve dinner and brunch on Christmas Day,” he said. “I promised to invite you.”

      Melanie was completely caught off guard. Spend the holiday with his family? She wasn’t sure she could pull that off. It seemed way too…intimate. “Isn’t that carrying things a bit too far?”

      “Not if we expect to convince Destiny we have a real relationship. You’re not going home to visit your family, are you?”

      “No, but—”

      “Then there’s no reason you can’t join us. I’ll give my aunt credit for one thing—she does do the holidays up right. You’ll have a good time and, goodness knows, you’ll get plenty to eat.”

      “It’s not being entertained or fed that I’m worried about.”

      “Then what is it?”

      “It’s a lie, Richard. On Christmas,” she added, as if that were somehow worse than all the other lying going on.

      “I see your point.”

      “Do you really?”

      “Believe it or not, I’m not in the habit of lying to people myself,” he said. “These are extraordinary times.”

      “Not that extraordinary,” she insisted. “How can we keep this up? I’m getting more uncomfortable all the time.”

      She waited through a long silence.

      “Maybe we need to speed up the timetable a bit,” he suggested finally.

      Melanie wasn’t reassured by his cautious tone. “Meaning?”

      “Let me give this some more thought,” he said. “Just promise you’ll be there.”

      “I don’t suppose these will be huge gatherings where I can get lost in the crowd,” she asked, hopeful.

      “Afraid not. The bashes come between Christmas and New Year’s. These two occasions are just for family.”

      “Oh, God,” Melanie murmured. “Richard, are you really sure about this?”

      “I don’t see an alternative,” he told her, not sounding nearly as dismayed as he should have. “It would be highly unusual if you weren’t there. In fact, it would be tantamount to an admission that we’re not serious.”

      “You aren’t beginning to enjoy this predicament we’re in, are you?” she asked suspiciously.

      “It’s a necessary evil,” he claimed, though he didn’t sound very sincere. “Trust me.”

      “Trust you?” she echoed doubtfully.

      “I haven’t been wrong about Destiny so far, have I? She’s behaving totally predictably.”

      “I suppose.”

      “Relax, Melanie, this won’t be so bad. You know Destiny and Mack. The only person you haven’t met is Ben, and he’ll probably study you appreciatively with his artist’s eye and never say two words.”

      “Are you telling me there’s a member of the Carlton clan who isn’t glib?”

      Richard fell silent for so long, Melanie was afraid she’d said something dreadfully wrong. “Richard?”