get at least what I pay my chauffeur.” He jotted a number on a napkin.
Megan’s eyes grew wide. “Really?”
Kevin let go of her wrist. He knew he was probably just fueling her blackmail fires, but she was so convincing about not wanting to feel broke and dependent. He hated that feeling. More than once during the years he’d been away from his family, he’d wanted to dig into his allowance money. Now that he had to use that money to secure his future from his father’s greed, he was feeling generous.
“How do you want it? Check? Cash? Direct deposit to a bank account?”
“I closed out my old one before my move. I don’t have one at the moment.”
“Not a problem. We’ll deal in cash for the time being. Now put your partial payment back in your purse. Anything else we should add or delete from this document?”
Megan shook her head, feeling a bit sheepish after leaping to a wrong conclusion. “No. The rest seems okay.”
“Fine. I’ll fax this to Patrick.”
Megan drooped with exhaustion.
“If we’re all done, I really need to lie down,” she said. “Are we traveling tomorrow or will we be staying here another night?”
Kevin tilted his head back and checked the ceiling as if his personal calendar were up there. “Let’s see. Lawyer, safe deposit box at the bank...”
“On a Sunday?”
Kevin shrugged. “Why not? I arranged for the bank president to meet us there. It helps that he’s a personal friend of my mother’s. She helped him get his position, in fact. Is that such an unusual favor?”
Megan’s brows shot skyward. “Not for the rich, I guess. What else is on the agenda?”
“That should do it.” Mentally, he added, Hospital, just to make sure you don’t work for my father. “And today is the twenty-third?” He shook his head in frustration. “We may have to stay here another day.”
Megan’s mood brightened. “Okay by me. Good night. Oh, what time do you need me in the morning?”
“I’m not sure. I was expecting Patrick around ten a.m.”
“All right, then.” She picked up her purse with her thousand dollar installment and headed down the hall to her room. She didn’t know if she could trust Kevin or not. But for the moment, she couldn’t think of any options.
The rich really are different , she thought. How nice it must be to throw money around like that!
CHAPTER TEN
Sunday, June 24
MEGAN WOKE UP with a start . She lay still, wondering what woke her. She looked at the clock by the bed. The digital readout said five thirty. Where was the nurse with her medication?
Then she remembered. She wasn’t in the hospital anymore. She was lying in a very comfortable bed in a luxury suite at a posh hotel, and she was about to hire on as a bride for Kevin Wake, member of the one per cent.
Well, she bought that newspaper because she needed a job. And now she would have one. As soon as the prenup was signed.
But a prenup was just a piece of paper without a marriage. Without that, she didn’t have anything. Not even a job.
That thought destroyed any hope of falling back to sleep. She threw off the covers and headed for the shower.
She picked out a pair of pastel blue capris and a matching sleeveless top. She’d chosen them because the color made her eyes even bluer, and because shorts were out of the question because of the scar on her leg. It was too fresh and she was too sensitive about it to hazard the stares she might get. Sport socks and white running shoes made her feel almost normal. She stood in the middle of the room and looked around.
She forced herself not to make the bed. That’s what the hotel hired maids for.
That thought made her feel deliciously naughty. Then she laughed at herself as she went ahead and made it anyway.
She’d been too tired the night before to pull her purchases out of their bags. She set about doing that, knowing she would have to pack them up again soon. She got everything put away in the closet and the drawers, and once
Megan’s eyes grew wide. “Really?”
Kevin let go of her wrist. He knew he was probably just fueling her blackmail fires, but she was so convincing about not wanting to feel broke and dependent. He hated that feeling. More than once during the years he’d been away from his family, he’d wanted to dig into his allowance money. Now that he had to use that money to secure his future from his father’s greed, he was feeling generous.
“How do you want it? Check? Cash? Direct deposit to a bank account?”
“I closed out my old one before my move. I don’t have one at the moment.”
“Not a problem. We’ll deal in cash for the time being. Now put your partial payment back in your purse. Anything else we should add or delete from this document?”
Megan shook her head, feeling a bit sheepish after leaping to a wrong conclusion. “No. The rest seems okay.”
“Fine. I’ll fax this to Patrick.”
Megan drooped with exhaustion.
“If we’re all done, I really need to lie down,” she said. “Are we traveling tomorrow or will we be staying here another night?”
Kevin tilted his head back and checked the ceiling as if his personal calendar were up there. “Let’s see. Lawyer, safe deposit box at the bank...”
“On a Sunday?”
Kevin shrugged. “Why not? I arranged for the bank president to meet us there. It helps that he’s a personal friend of my mother’s. She helped him get his position, in fact. Is that such an unusual favor?”
Megan’s brows shot skyward. “Not for the rich, I guess. What else is on the agenda?”
“That should do it.” Mentally, he added, Hospital, just to make sure you don’t work for my father. “And today is the twenty-third?” He shook his head in frustration. “We may have to stay here another day.”
Megan’s mood brightened. “Okay by me. Good night. Oh, what time do you need me in the morning?”
“I’m not sure. I was expecting Patrick around ten a.m.”
“All right, then.” She picked up her purse with her thousand dollar installment and headed down the hall to her room. She didn’t know if she could trust Kevin or not. But for the moment, she couldn’t think of any options.
The rich really are different , she thought. How nice it must be to throw money around like that!
CHAPTER TEN
Sunday, June 24
MEGAN WOKE UP with a start . She lay still, wondering what woke her. She looked at the clock by the bed. The digital readout said five thirty. Where was the nurse with her medication?
Then she remembered. She wasn’t in the hospital anymore. She was lying in a very comfortable bed in a luxury suite at a posh hotel, and she was about to hire on as a bride for Kevin Wake, member of the one per cent.
Well, she bought that newspaper because she needed a job. And now she would have one. As soon as the prenup was signed.
But a prenup was just a piece of paper without a marriage. Without that, she didn’t have anything. Not even a job.
That thought destroyed any hope of falling back to sleep. She threw off the covers and headed for the shower.
She picked out a pair of pastel blue capris and a matching sleeveless top. She’d chosen them because the color made her eyes even bluer, and because shorts were out of the question because of the scar on her leg. It was too fresh and she was too sensitive about it to hazard the stares she might get. Sport socks and white running shoes made her feel almost normal. She stood in the middle of the room and looked around.
She forced herself not to make the bed. That’s what the hotel hired maids for.
That thought made her feel deliciously naughty. Then she laughed at herself as she went ahead and made it anyway.
She’d been too tired the night before to pull her purchases out of their bags. She set about doing that, knowing she would have to pack them up again soon. She got everything put away in the closet and the drawers, and once
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