The Millionaire She Married

She wondered, was it really Mack? Or just someone who looked like him? Or worse, could it be her imagination working scarily overtime? It occurred to her that she couldn’t even be sure that he was still in town.

That night she called the Northern Empire Inn for the second time. She asked for Mack McGarrity’s room. And the clerk put her through.

He answered on the second ring that time. “McGarrity here.”

She said, “I was hoping you might have come to your senses and gone home.”

“No. I’m still here.”

“This isn’t right, Mack. It isn’t fair.”

She heard him draw in a breath. “It’s only two weeks, Jenna.”

“Give me those papers and go back to Florida where you belong.”

“Not until you come with me.”

She knew that the next thing she said would be shouted. So she hung up the phone, her nerves disgustingly aflutter.

She thought of those words her sister had used. Lukewarm. And tepid.

There was certainly nothing tepid about her response to Mack McGarrity.

But what about Logan? Was she lukewarm and tepid when it came to him?

Well, what if she was—just a little?

Maybe she liked it that way. Maybe she was mature enough now to appreciate a kinder, gentler sort of love.

Except…

Well, it had been beautiful with Mack. In bed. Beautiful and astonishing and utterly right.

And the truth was, she and Logan had never actually made love. Not in the complete sense of the word. Not in the consummated sense.

They’d agreed to wait until after the wedding.

And waiting had seemed good and right, up till now.

Up till Mack McGarrity had appeared in town.

Up until those dreams Jenna kept having now about the way it used to be with Mack. How Mack couldn’t keep his hands off her and how she couldn’t stay away from him.

How they didn’t wait.

Maybe, she thought Wednesday night, after she hung up on Mack for the second time that week, she and Logan needed not to wait. Maybe she and Logan needed a night in each other’s arms. A night to seal their bond in the most elemental of ways.

Yes. That might just be it. She needed to make love with Logan in order to wipe out the memory of Mack’s touch.

She shared her insight with Lacey on Thursday night.

Lacey blinked those big blue eyes. “Wait a minute. You’re saying you and Dr. Do-Right have never…?”

“We were waiting.” Jenna hated how prim she sounded. “Until the wedding. And stop calling him Dr. Do-Right.”

Lacey nodded, a very unconvinced sort of nod. “Waiting. Right.”

“People do wait, you know.”

“I know.”

“You’re not acting as if you know.”

“Well, I mean, it just took me by surprise, that’s all. The thought of it, of you and—”

“Do not call him—”

“I won’t. The thought of you and Logan…” Lacey’s face was red.

“The thought of Logan and me what?”

“Well, you know. In bed. Making love. I never thought about that. But I guess that makes sense—that it would be hard for me to picture.” Lacey laughed, a thoroughly irritating little titter of a laugh. “Because you’ve never done it, right?”

Jenna felt vaguely insulted. “You are not helping me out one bit here.”

“I’m trying.”

“Try harder.”

“I will.”

“Good. So?”

“So, in my humble opinion, if you really want to seal your bond with Logan, the first thing you ought to do is to tell him the truth. That Mack’s taken a room at the Northern Empire Inn and he intends to stay there until you agree to go away with him.”

“I am not going to go away with Mack.”

“Don’t tell me that, tell Logan.”

“I will.”

“When?”

“Tomorrow night, all right? Is that good enough for you?”

“Now is better. And don’t look at me like that. You asked.”

“Well, fine. All right. I’ll call him right now, tell him I need to talk with him.”