Christmas With The Marine. Candace Havens

wave.

      Whew. At least he wouldn’t be some loser who didn’t bring in any cash.

      “Thirty-five hundred,” another woman said.

      All right, then. Things were looking up. Ben shook his head and laughed, then gave that lady an even bigger wave.

      And so it went on. A few seconds later they were up to six thousand.

      “Everyone wants to take home a Marine. We hear they never let a woman down.”

      “Ten thousand dollars,” a woman at Ainsley’s table shouted, as she stood up and waved her paddle. She was probably in her late thirties.

      There was a huge gasp. Then clapping.

      Ben wasn’t sure he heard her right.

      “That’s ten thousand going once, twice and sold! That’s table one, paddle thirty-five. And that’s it, ladies. The table monitors will be by to take your checks and credit cards. Please don’t forget to visit our silent auction next door. If you didn’t get some time with your favorite bachelor, bid on that trip to Fiji. A tropical vacation will get your mind off your troubles. And those raffle tickets for the Audi are still available. That thing is definitely going home with one of you tonight.”

      Ben exited to the left, where the rest of the bachelors had gone.

      “You put us all to shame,” one of them said. He was a doctor or something like that, and had been one of the first guys to be bid on.

      “Nah,” Ben told him. “They’d just had more to drink by the time they came to me.”

      The guys laughed.

      “Speaking of our bachelors—gentleman, can you come back out onto the stage?” the announcer asked.

      “Hey, guys, I need you to line up on stage again,” Megan said.

      There was some groaning, but they did what she asked. Ben buttoned his shirt and tucked it back in. Megan handed him his jacket. “Thanks for what you did,” she said as he followed the other men.

      They were back on stage, the lights beating down on them. “Gentleman, we could not have done this without you. Let’s give them a hand!”

      There was a lot of clapping and plenty of wolf whistles.

      “Take a bow, bachelors.”

      They all gave awkward bows and then high-fived each other.

      “Okay, ladies. Once you’ve paid for your bachelor, an escort will bring him to your table. Don’t forget our silent auction, it closes in an hour. I know I said that, but the hunkiness on the stage makes us all forget our own names. We’ll be announcing the winners in only two hours.”

      “Whew. Glad that part’s over,” Ben said.

      “Me, too. Did you see who bid on me?” Jake asked.

      “Nah. Wasn’t watching.”

      “It was the CO’s daughter-slash-niece’s table.”

      “Clarissa?”

      “Yep,” Jake said.

      Ben couldn’t help but laugh. He’d had to take Clarissa to a couple of events for the CO. She was a wild one. They’d actually become pretty good friends because he didn’t put up with her drama. The CO thought she was a handful, but the truth was, she was confused about what was important in life. All she really wanted was to find the right guy. Even, as she’d told him, if she had to date a couple of hundred to find him.

      She might have something there. There weren’t many people who could get along with someone like her. He wasn’t attracted to her, which was probably why the CO had stuck him on babysitting duty for a few weeks.

      “Good luck with that,” Ben said.

      Everyone knew the CO’s daughter-slash-niece was way off-limits. That was unless you wanted to be stationed in Antarctica.

      “Hey, handsome,” Ainsley said from behind him. “You were fantastic up there.”

      He turned and nearly bumped into her, she was so close. His hands rested on her forearms to steady himself. Her soft skin made him think of touching more of her and...

      Focus.

      “Thanks for getting that woman to bid for me, but that was a lot of money.”

      She laughed, the sound sending heat through his body. “We actually bid on you as a table. So you don’t have one date tonight, you have ten.”

      Wow. “How does that work? I thought I was supposed to take someone on a date or something.”

      “Sorry, Megan and I should have clarified it for you sooner. Actually, the dates should happen tonight, here at the event. Takes the pressure off the guys having to plan something else. The bachelor basically dines with the lady that bid on him, dances a bit and that’s it.

      “But some of the higher bidders did it as a table. So the guy, like you, has to hang out at the table, dance a little, if you want to with us, and then you’re done.”

      Well, that was a relief. He’d been worried about taking some woman he didn’t know out on a date, especially someone from this crowd where money didn’t seem to be a problem for a lot of them. He’d been wondering if Ainsley might come from money, given the fancy gown she wore and the fact that her sister was covered in diamonds. At least, they sparkled like real diamonds. Maybe it was costume jewelry. But then, he’d remembered how Ainsley had been dressed at the toy store, and even her casual look at the craft fair was pretty classy.

      “Is it the same way with my table?” Jake asked.

      “Yes, they also bid as a table.”

      Jake blew out a deep breath. “Saved.”

      The guys shared a look.

      “What is that about?” Ainsley asked.

      Ben shrugged. “Our boss’s daughter is the one who was doing all the bidding. She can be a, um, handful.”

      “You said it, brother,” Jake said. “So she has to share. That’s a good thing. What I do not need right now is the CO ridin’ my butt. You guys have fun.”

      “So, let’s get you to the table. I’m your official escort.” She tucked her arm through his. “Oh.” She stopped and opened her hand. “I tracked down your tie. I promised Sandy—she caught it—that you’d dance with her later.”

      “Thanks.”

      A few minutes after that, Ainsley made the introductions. “And this is my mom, Carol. She’s the one who jumped up to bid on you.”

      “Mom?” He frowned. “You can’t be old enough to have a daughter of Ainsley’s age and Megan’s.”

      Her mom’s hand fluttered against her chest. “From the look on your face, I almost believe you mean that,” she said. “Either way, you made my night. Maybe even my month.” The women all whooped.

      “I do mean it,” he said seriously. “I thought you might be late thirties when you were bidding. Now I see where Ainsley gets her beauty from. It’s very nice to meet you, ma’am.”

      He shook her hand.

      “Yes, you are something special,” her mother said. “Thank you for helping out Megan tonight. You and your friend were kind to show up at the last minute like that.”

      “You’re welcome. That was a lot of money, though.”

      She waved a hand. “Oh, hon, don’t worry about it. The women at this table were more than willing to keep you out of Steph Montgomery’s hands. That was the table that kept trying to outbid us. I couldn’t let that happen. She and her mother, well, it’s tacky but they weren’t winning this round.”

      “That’s right,”