Marriage Reunited. Jessica Hart

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      “Let’s have a bet, shall we?” said Mac.

      A bet. The very word brought back a rush of memories. Their marriage had had an undercurrent of competition that had kept their relationship sparking, because no matter how frivolous, tender or erotic the challenge, the truth was that neither of them had ever liked to lose.

      “So what’s the bet this time?” Georgia asked as coolly as she could.

      “I bet I can convince you that I love you and can be what you need,” said Mac. “And, what’s more, I bet I can make you realize that you still love me.”

      Georgia laughed. “Well, I bet you can’t!”

      “If I win, you tear up those papers and we stay married. If you win…” Mac shrugged. “I’ll sign and the divorce will go straight through.”

      “Oh, this is ridiculous! We can’t possibly make a bet like that!”

      “Chicken?” said Mac provocatively.

      Georgia glared at him. “Is there a time limit on this bet? I don’t want to be hanging on indefinitely.”

      “Why don’t we say three months?” suggested Mac.

      Three months. She could easily hold out that long.

      “All right.” Georgia met his gaze squarely, her own bright with challenge. “You’re on.”

      Jessica Hart

      Vibrant, fresh and cosmopolitan, Jessica Hart creates stories bursting with emotional warmth and sparkling romance!

      Did you know that Jessica Hart won the Romance Writers of America RITA® Award in July 2005 for her Harlequin Romance® novel

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      Marriage Reunited

      Jessica Hart

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      Jessica Hart was born in west Africa, and has suffered from itchy feet ever since—traveling and working around the world in a wide variety of interesting but very lowly jobs, all of which have provided inspiration to draw from when it comes to the settings and plots of her stories. Now she lives a rather more settled existence in York, U.K., where she has been able to pursue her interest in history, although she still yearns sometimes for wider horizons. If you’d like to know more about Jessica, visit her Web site www.jessicahart.co.uk

      Books by Jessica Hart

      HARLEQUIN ROMANCE®

      3820—CHRISTMAS EVE MARRIAGE

      3844—HERE COMES THE BRIDE*

      3861—CONTRACTED: CORPORATE WIFE

      3869—MISTLETOE MARRIAGE

      CONTENTS

       CHAPTER ONE

       CHAPTER TWO

       CHAPTER THREE

       CHAPTER FOUR

       CHAPTER FIVE

       CHAPTER SIX

       CHAPTER SEVEN

       CHAPTER EIGHT

       CHAPTER NINE

       CHAPTER TEN

      CHAPTER ONE

      ‘THANK YOU for coming in. I’ll be in touch.’ Georgia closed the door firmly behind the latest applicant for the post of senior photographer on the Askerby and District Gazette and let the bright, polite smile drop from her face.

      Mentally she began to compose a letter for Rose to type up and send to all five of the hopefuls who had responded to the advertisement.

      Dear X, Thank you so much for coming in and wasting my time today. While admiring your nerve in applying for a job for which you have no experience and absolutely no talent, I am afraid that I am unable to offer you the post. I am desperate for a photographer, but not that desperate. Yours sincerely, Georgia Maitland, Editor.

      What a shame you couldn’t tell it how it was, instead of wrapping it in meaningless phrases, thought Georgia, already resigned to drafting a letter that would make her sound kind and encouraging instead of cross and impatient, which was how she really felt.

      As if she didn’t have enough to do.

      Taking off her glasses, she dropped them on to her desk and threw herself into the battered executive chair with a gusty sigh, spinning round to face the window behind. The view over the rooftops of the town to the hills beyond was one of the few bonuses of the Gazette’s location on the third floor of a bleak Victorian warehouse which had been badly converted in the Seventies.

      On this March afternoon, a weak winter sun was struggling to stay above the horizon and the hills, still dusted with snow from a cold snap earlier in the week, were reflecting a pinkish glow. It would make a nice picture, thought Georgia morosely.

      If only she could find a photographer capable of taking it.

      Behind her, she heard the door to her office open. This would be Rose, still struggling to learn the ropes as the Gazette’s secretary, and almost as anxious as Georgia to find a new photographer. She would be wanting to know how the last interview had gone.

      ‘He seems terribly nice,’ she had whispered to Georgia confidentially before ushering the last candidate in.

      Nice he might have been, a talented photographer he most certainly wasn’t.

      ‘Please tell me that guy wasn’t the best photographer Askerby can come up with,’ Georgia said without turning round.

      ‘I