In The Tycoon's Bed. Maureen Child

could poke her index finger into his chest. “Now that the word’s out around town and everyone knows that you’re the girls’ father, you figured they’d all be on your side. And you thought that I’d say yes to avoid making a scene.”

      His mouth worked as he fought to keep back the words that would damn him.

      “You’re a worm for trying to use that against me.”

      “Darlin’, I’m gonna use every weapon I’ve got when I’m facing down a hardheaded opponent.”

      “I am not hardheaded just because I don’t want the same thing you do.”

      “You are if you refuse to see sense just to prove a point.”

      She sucked in a gulp of air and stared at him as if he’d just sprouted two heads. “Do you really think I’m that small and petty?” she demanded.

      A couple of people strolled past, caught a whiff of their argument and picked up speed.

      “I didn’t say that,” Rick told her.

      “You might as well have.”

      “Don’t put words in my mouth.”

      “Why the hell not? That’s exactly what you were trying to do to me.” She glared at him with a fire that should have scorched him.

      “All I did was ask you a question!”

      “In public! Was that your idea of a romantic proposal?”

      “I tried romance, Sadie!” He loomed over her, but to give her due, she didn’t back down an inch. “I had you naked in the moonlight, remember?”

      “Well, I never heard such a thing!” An older woman stopped dead as she passed them and slanted Rick a horrified look.

      “Mrs. Mulaney,” Sadie muttered, never taking her gaze from Rick’s.

      The older woman gave Rick the evil eye. “You should be ashamed of yourself, Rick Pruitt,” she snapped. “Sadie, dear, do you need me to call a policeman?”

      “No, ma’am, thank you.”

      “We’re fine, thanks,” Rick told the older woman with the iron-gray hair and the sucked-on-a-lemon expression. Mrs. Mulaney was the town librarian and lived her life as though it were her duty to tell people “hush” everywhere in town.

      “I wasn’t speaking to you, Rick Pruitt! But I should think a United States Marine would know better how to conduct himself.” She hurried on as if dogs were chasing her.

      “That’s just perfect,” Sadie muttered. “Now Mrs. Mulaney knows that I was naked in the moonlight with you. Just great. That should take about ten minutes to get all over town.”

      He smirked at her, knowing he’d just scored a point. “Thought you don’t care what anyone thinks about you anymore.”

      “I don’t,” she snapped. “Not enough to say yes to a marriage proposal that I know you don’t even really want to make.”

      “You are crazy,” he countered. “I’ve been straight up with you, Sadie, right from the beginning. I told you I want to marry you. Be a daddy to our daughters. You’re the one holding back here.”

      She took a deep breath, held it for a second and then let it slide from her lungs as she shook her head.

      “You know,” she finally said, “I should thank you. Only a few years ago, I might have accepted that proposal just to keep from making a scene in the restaurant. But because of you, I’ve found myself.”

      “What’re you talking about?” Rick had the distinct feeling he wasn’t going to like this, but he had to hear her out. How else could he plan his next move?

      “I moved to Houston when I was pregnant because I didn’t want to hear the talk. Didn’t want the girls to hear it.”

      “I know that already.”

      “But what you don’t know is, I’m not that woman anymore.” Sadie looked up at him. “I’ve grown up at last and I like who I am now. These last couple of weeks with you have helped me there, too. I’m not perfect little Sadie Price anymore. I don’t care what this town has to say about me or you for that matter. Let Mrs. Mulaney spill her guts. I’ll hold my head up anyway. And later on, if someone’s mean to my girls, I’ll handle it, but I’ll see to it that Wendy and Gail don’t care about gossip, either.”

      She leaned in until their gazes locked in a silent battle of wills. “I’m going to show them so much love, so much complete acceptance for whoever they are, that they won’t care what anyone else thinks.”

      There was that pride in her again. It was good to see her so sure of herself. The only downside was, she seemed to have convinced herself she didn’t need him. And that he couldn’t have.

      “Sounds good to me, Sadie,” he told her, reaching for her only to have her step back, evading his touch. “All of it sounds just right.”

      “But you don’t believe it. You still think I can be maneuvered into agreeing to marry you.”

      A stab of shame dug into his chest and Rick didn’t like the feel of it. Yes, he had tried to trick her into saying yes. So what did that say about him? That he was a desperate man, that’s what.

      Damned if he’d apologize for it, either. She’s the one who was being unreasonable.

      “Maybe I was maneuvering you …”

       “Maybe?”

      He sighed and felt the weight of the diamond ring in his pocket, dragging at him. This day had really not gone the way he’d planned. But there was a part of him that was standing back enjoying this moment in spite of everything.

      Damn, she was magnificent. Her eyes flashing, her skin pink with temper, she was so much more than the porcelain doll her parents had made her. So much more than he had thought her to be. And he wanted her now even more than ever.

      “If you’re waiting to hear me say sorry,” he told her with a grunt of frustration, “you’ve got a long wait.”

      “Amazing,” she muttered.

      “Sadie, I’m not going to keep asking you to marry me only to have you slap me down for it time and again.”

      “Good.” She didn’t look particularly happy, though.

      He moved in on her, ignored the people streaming past them on the sidewalk and pushed Sadie up against the wall of the club. Hands on her shoulders, he could actually feel her tremble under his touch and that reaction gave him hope that all wasn’t lost. Not yet, anyway.

      Because as he’d warned her, he wasn’t a man to give up on what he wanted. He had told her he wouldn’t keep asking her to marry him and he meant it. But that didn’t mean he was through demanding she marry him.

      “I didn’t get a chance to finish what I was telling you in there,” he said, voice low.

      “I don’t want to hear it,” she said and tried to pull free of his grip.

      He only tightened his hold and kept her pinned to the wall, where she was so close, he felt the heat of her body radiating toward him and damned if she didn’t feel hotter than the Texas sun.

      “You’re going to, though. This you have to hear.”

      “Fine.” She folded her arms over her chest, cocked her head and glared up at him. “What is it?”

      “You should know, I’m not reenlisting.”

       “What?”

      He laughed shortly at the surprise in her eyes. Hell, he’d felt the same way when he’d made his decision a day or so ago. But a part of him had known from the moment he saw his