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192 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published July 1, 1988
He wasn't a handsome man. His dark face was too craggy, his features too irregular, his unsmiling countenance too forbidding. But he had wealth and power, and that drew women to him.
She had an innocence about her, still, that made Justin grind his teeth. It was false; she'd even admitted it.
Her dreams of loving him and bearing his sons had died long ago, but it was still a pleasure beyond bearing just to look at him.
"I'd kept you on a pedestal until then. And all the time, you were sleeping with that boy millionaire!" She threw up her hands. "I never slept with Tom Wheelor!"
"I never could decide why you wanted to marry me."
You were a feather in my cap," he said coldly, lying through his teeth. "A rich sophisticate. I was just a country boy with stars in my eyes, and you took me for a hell of a ride, lady. Now it's my turn. I've got money and you haven't.
I'll marry you, then, if you mean it.
But he could never trust her again, and that was the hell of it. She was just a stray person, he told himself. Just someone who needed help.
"I'm not mercenary," she said defensively. "Sure," he replied. He sipped his coffee without another word.
Your father would never have done that to me," he interrupted coldly, and his eyes went black, threatening as he leaned forward. "Don't try to use him for a scapegoat just because he's dead. He was one of the best friends I had."
You'll never trust me again, will you?" she asked softly.
"I'm thirty-seven years old," he reminded her. "I sowed my wild oats years ago, even before I started going with you."
"Are we going to have a church wedding?" she asked. "Aren't we a little old for that kind of ceremony?" he asked.
"I want a church wedding."
"There's just one thing. Don't you come down that aisle in a white dress. If you dare, I'll walk out the front door of the church and keep going."
"You know as well as I do that it takes a doctor to establish virginity. Even an experienced man can't tell."
They were going to be married, but he was going to see to it that she was publicly disgraced, like an adultress being paraded through the streets.
She didn't tell Abby that Ty had been infatuated with her. And on top of losing his entire heritage and having to go to work for someone else, losing his chance with Abby was just the last straw.
Dreams die hard, honey, didn't you know?" he asked coldly.
He still blamed her for what he thought she'd done with Tom Wheelor, and he thought she was frigid.
The black depression that she'd taken to bed on her wedding night got worse. Justin tolerated her presence, but he was away more often than not.
Justin had come home from his latest trip and had gone straight to the feedlot office with an abrupt and coolly polite greeting.
She felt reckless. As she'd told Justin, she had nothing left to lose. She was going to enjoy her life from now on. Justin could just do his worst.
"I'm rich." There was cool cynicism in the words. "Sure, I get offers." He studied her face calculatingly. "In fact, Shelby, I had one while I was in New Mexico last week, wedding ring and all."
"Fear," he ground out, searching them. "That's all I ever see in your eyes when I come near you. Well, don't sweat it, honey. You won't be called on to make the supreme sacrifice. I'm not desperate!"
"No," he agreed with a mocking smile. "You're my wife, aren't you? My saintly, untouched wife who can bear anyone's hands except mine."
"I've never had a lover, Justin," she said shyly. "Sure. And I'm the king of Siam."
He laughed coldly. "It's safe enough, in case you're worried. I won't risk my ego again with you."
You're small," he whispered. His fingers drew along one smooth curve. "I like my women small."
"You act," he whispered, moving the fabric aside sensually, "just like a virgin with her first man.
She felt the pain like a hot knife. She clutched at him and her eyes got as big as saucers. She cried out and tears ran down her face.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. Her hands reached up. "Don't stop," she said. "It's all right, I think I can...bear it...!"
"My virgin bride," he whispered huskily. His fingers touched her breasts hesitantly, with something like reverence.
"So that I could prove that I hadn't slept with Tom," she said simply.
"I want you, you know that. But I can't let you close. A woman who'll betray a man once will do it twice."
"You smell like a gardenia," he murmured. "It's a scent I never connected with anyone but you."
"I thought...you realized that I hadn't slept with Tom." "Sure I did," he admitted. "But you broke the engagement all the same, didn't you, and told the whole damned world that I wasn't rich enough to suit you."
Now it's my turn. I'm rich and I don't want you anymore, honey. Try that on for size.
Shelby didn't know what had gone wrong. When Justin had left for Wyoming, everything had been perfect for them.
You'll live in my house and I'll take care of you. But we'll have separate rooms, and separate lives, from now on."
Shelby lay down on the coverlet and cried for all the happy years she'd never have with him, for the child she was carrying that he didn't even know about. She cried for all of them, and fell asleep in her evening gown, lying on top of the covers.
