The Marriage Agenda: The Marriage Conspiracy / The Billionaire's Baby Plan

“Right. What I’m trying to say is, I have millions, Joleen.”

There was that word again. Millions. Millions in diamonds. And also… “Millions of dollars?”

“What else?”

“Well, I don’t know. I can’t…Dekker, are you serious? You are a millionaire?”

“I am serious, Jo. I am a millionaire.” He was grinning again.

“Well. I can’t…I don’t…”

He chuckled. “You are sputtering.”

“It’s just…so much to take in all at once. Oh, what a crazy day it has been.”

“It’s not over yet.”

She peered at him suspiciously. “There’s more?”

“You bet. There’s my solution to your problem.”

That made her smile. “I knew it.”

“Knew what?”

“That you had come up with a way to get me out of this mess.”

“And I have. It came to me a few hours ago, while we were dancing. Like a bolt right out of the blue. You’re going to think it’s insane at first. But give me a chance, let me convince you.”

“Dekker. What? Convince me of what?”

“I want you to marry me, Jo.”

Chapter 5

Joleen discovered that she understood the true meaning of the words, struck speechless.

Dekker chuckled again.

And Joleen found she could talk, after all. “It’s a joke, right? You are makin’ a joke.”

“It’s no joke, Jo.”

“Well, but you are grinnin’. And what was that sound I just heard coming out of your mouth? If that wasn’t a laugh, I will eat that bouquet my sister made me catch tonight.”

“Sorry.” He took pains to arrange his expression into more serious lines. “I couldn’t help it. You should have seen the look on your face. Like that time when you were…oh, about eight, I think. And that kid from up the block poured crushed ice down your pants.”

Joleen was thinking that sometimes she wished she hadn’t known Dekker all her life. He remembered too many things she would just as soon forget.

He asked, “What was that kid’s name?”

“Foster Stutterheim. I hated him.”

“I think he had a thing for you.”

“Well, and didn’t he have a fine way of showing it?”

“He got your attention. You have to admit that.”

“That’s right, he did. I never spoke to him again.”

“You were always way too hard on your admirers.”

She thought of her one big mistake. “Not always.”

Dekker’s eyes gleamed at her. “Well, okay. There was Bobby Atwood.”

“And I was not hard on him, and look where it got me.”

He made a low noise in his throat. “Don’t.”

“What?”

“Don’t start beating yourself up again.”

“I won’t.”

“Good. We’re dealing in solutions here.”

“Right—and I still don’t believe what you said a minute ago. Maybe you didn’t say it. Maybe I just imagined it.”

“I said it. And I want you to consider it.”

“But Dekker, why? I mean, what good would our getting married do?”

“A lot. Remember, this is about appearances. About how things look. And it always looks better if a woman is not raising her child on her own. It looks better if she’s married—and don’t start making faces. I didn’t say it was fair. I didn’t say it was right. I didn’t even say it was true that a married woman will necessarily be a better parent than an unmarried one. I’m just saying that people—and judges are people—tend to think of a two-parent home as the best thing for a kid.”

“Well, I understand that, but—”

“Wait. I said I wanted a chance to convince you, remember?”

She nodded.

“Then will you let me finish doing that?”

“Sorry.”

He continued, “I’m a rich man now. And if we’re married, you’re not going to be giving me any of that ‘I can’t take your money’ talk. My money will be your money. One of Robert Atwood’s arguments will be that he can provide for his grandson better than you can. If you’re married to me, that argument is shot down.”