The Manning Brides: Marriage of Inconvenience / Stand-In Wife. Debbie Macomber

bang her cupboard doors to vent her frustration.

      “Temper, temper.”

      “I think you’d better leave before we say something we’ll regret.” Instinct had told her that getting married wouldn’t work, and she’d ignored it. Now she was suffering the consequences.

      “Not on your life.”

      “This is my home,” Jamie cried, quickly losing her grip on her rage. She’d never known Rich could be so unreasonable, so rude, so … impossible.

      “You’re just like every other woman I’ve ever known,” Rich repeated in unflattering tones.

      “And you’re just like every other man, so wrapped up in your own ego that it’d take a whack on the head with a two-by-four to see what’s right in front of your nose.”

      “It wasn’t me who went out behind your back,” he shouted. He leaned against the kitchen counter and crossed his arms.

      “Why do you care if I had dinner with a dozen men?” she demanded. “It never bothered you before!”

      “We weren’t married before.”

      “I’m not your possession,” she said. “You have no right, husband or not, to tell me who I can see and who I can’t.”

      “The hell I don’t.”

      Jamie squeezed her eyes shut. “I knew this wasn’t going to work … I told you it wouldn’t, but would you listen? Oh, no, you knew so much better.”

      “I still do.”

      Jamie couldn’t help it, she stamped her foot. She hadn’t done anything so childish since junior high. “Look at us,” she cried, her voice shaking with anger. “I’m … I’m not even pregnant yet and already we’re fighting. We’re going to ruin everything fighting over something so … stupid.”

      “It isn’t stupid to me.”

      “Floyd is just a friend. For heaven’s sake, he’s married!”

      “So are you.”

      “Why are you doing this?” she cried.

      “All I’m asking is that you keep your part of the bargain and I’ll keep mine. That shouldn’t be so difficult.”

      “Oh, right,” she said, walking around the table and leaning on the back of a chair. “There’s a lot more involved in this arrangement than I ever knew about or agreed to and—”

      “Like what?”

      “Like … like your caveman attitude toward me.”

      “Caveman? Because I don’t want my wife dating another man—another married man?” He glared across the room at her. “Forgive me if I’m wrong, but I seem to remember a phrase or two in the wedding vows that state—”

      “Don’t you dare.” Jamie pointed an accusing finger at his chest. “Don’t you dare,” she repeated. “I never wanted to go through with the wedding, and you knew it. Using it against me now is the height of unfairness.”

      “We’re married, Jamie, whether you like it or not.”

      “I don’t like it, I hate it. I hate everything about it—this is the biggest mistake of my life.” Unable to bear any more arguing, she whirled around and covered her face with her hands. If there was any decency left in him, Rich Manning would go. He’d leave her alone.

      Jamie’s nerves were raw, and the hair at the nape of her neck bristled as she heard Rich walk toward her. The clipped pace of his steps did nothing to reassure her.

      “Did he kiss you?”

      “No!” she shouted, furious that he’d ask such an outrageous question.

      “Good, because I’m going to.” His hands moved over her shoulders, clasping them, holding her in place.

      “No.” She made one weak protest, but she didn’t know who she was talking to, Rich or herself. He’d kissed her once, the day of their wedding, and it had obsessed her ever since. She couldn’t allow him to destroy her equilibrium again, destroy her peace of mind.

      Although she resisted, Rich turned her around to face him. Jamie was on fire, and he’d barely touched her.

      Rich took hold of her chin, his fingers firm, yet oddly gentle. Without another word, he bent down and covered her mouth with his own. Jamie knew she shouldn’t let him do this. Not in the heat of anger. Not when they were fighting. Not when his kiss would only create a need for more.

      He tasted so good, so wonderful. It wasn’t fair. Nothing about this so-called marriage was fair.

      He moved his mouth over hers, shaping her lips with his own until she moaned. It seemed to be what he was waiting for. The instant her lips parted, his tongue swept inside.

      Shock waves vibrated through her at the small, ruthless movements of his tongue. Jamie could feel herself melting against him. The need continued to build within her, licking at her senses, growing hotter and stronger and fiercer….

      Not satisfied with her lips alone, he kissed her eyes, her throat, until Jamie felt as if she was about to ignite.

      A frightening excitement exploded inside her, going beyond mere pleasure and quickly advancing to a demand so intense there would be no turning back for either of them.

      “Rich … no.” She braced her hands against his chest, wanting to use that leverage to break away.

      “Yes,” he countered with a groan. His arms circled her waist, and he lifted her effortlessly from the floor, adjusting her hips against his own so she was aware of what she was doing to him—of the need she’d created in him.

      Jamie slipped her arms around his neck, inclined her head and kissed him back. She felt sensual, wanton … and a little scared.

      A low, rough sound rumbled from deep within his throat.

      “Rich … please, oh, please, we’ve got to stop.” Her heart was reeling with excitement but she was terrified of where this might lead. Terrified that, after tonight, she’d never be able to live with a marriage that wasn’t a marriage.

      “Not yet.” He pressed his lips to her neck, running the tip of his tongue across the smooth skin of her throat and up the underside of her jaw. Jamie threw back her head. A ribbon of warm pleasure braided its way down her spine.

      She buried her fingers in his hair and sighed, feeling breathless and hot. So breathless she could barely gulp in enough air. So hot. Hotter than she’d ever been.

      He lifted her higher, leaning her against the kitchen counter. His hands worked the buttons of her blouse, sliding it from her shoulders. Her bra closed in the back, and he reached for and found the clasp.

      “Tell me what you want,” he whispered, caressing her thighs, stroking them as he spread delicate, moist kisses across her neck.

      “I … don’t know.”

      “Funny, I do,” he countered with a lazy, sexy laugh. “You want me.”

      Jamie couldn’t disagree. She could barely speak as a powerful coil of need tightened within her.

      “Deny it.” His tongue moistened a trail from the hollow at the base of her throat to her trembling chin.

      “I can’t.”

      “Me, neither.” He swept her from the counter, shifting her weight until she was completely in his arms. He carried her as if she weighed nothing at all and headed out of the kitchen. He paused to turn off the light.

      “Rich.” She had to say something before it was too late. “We’ll regret this in the morning.” Even as she spoke, she wound her arms around his neck.

      “Maybe.”