The Hired Husband

Indecision seesawed through Mitch, a condition that he almost never experienced. A head full of old memories warred with the vision of this woman standing before him. He knew what he should do. Knew what was best for him. No question about it.

But the warmth of her body so close to his called to him. Made him want to ease forward just a bit. Brush against her soft—

“Please?” she whispered.

Mitch drew back, drawing on a familiar store of willpower. All right, he decided. He would listen. Just listen to what she said, then leave.

He gave her a brisk nod then was annoyed with himself because the little smile she gave him pleased him so. He followed her swaying bustle down the hallway and into the sitting room once more.

“We’ll have some tea,” she told him, as if that would make things better.

Wrong service or not, Rachel Branford looked perfect with the delicate cup and saucer in her hand. Easy, practiced motions. Flawless movements. Grace and charm. She’d done this all her life, obviously.

Mitch accepted the tea, though he didn’t really want it. He preferred a steaming mug of coffee with cream and lots of sugar.

“Would you care for a cake?” Rachel asked, gesturing to the tray on the table.

The little cakes on the platter held no appeal for Mitch. He was hungry, but he craved beef with potatoes smothered with gravy. He doubted such a meal had ever been served in this house.

“Thank you for staying, Mr. Kincade, for hearing me out.” Rachel sank onto the settee and sipped her tea.

Mitch’s cup rattled in the saucer as he sat down and placed it on the table beside him.

“I suppose Uncle Stuart told you that our family situation is…well, desperate,” Rachel said.

Had Parker told him that? Mitch didn’t remember, nor did he care. Every family, every company he worked for had a sob story of some sort. An illness, a death, a disgruntled ex-employee, a crooked partner. Mitch never listened to the details. All he cared about was doing his job and collecting his fee.

“It began last year,” Rachel said, “when Father turned the business over to my brother Georgie. A few months later my mother…well, she—”

“Died?” Mitch asked.

Rachel glanced away for a moment, then looked at Mitch again. “The train derailed. She and Father were taking Noah to look at colleges.”

“That’s how your brother lost his arm?” Mitch asked.

“Yes, and I think that was the start of Father’s health problems, too. Seeing them there in the wreckage…” Rachel shook her head as if shaking away the vision, and set her teacup aside. “Father’s been in decline since. A minor stroke, the doctors said. But it’s more than that. They can’t seem to pinpoint exactly what’s wrong.”

Mitch just waited.

“With Father ill, Georgie took complete control of the business several months ago.” She shook her head. “If only Georgie were here I’m sure he could handle everything.”

Mitch frowned. “He’s away now?”

“He didn’t even tell us he was leaving. We don’t know where he is or when he’ll come back.”

Mitch paused. “Your brother, who ran the business, disappeared suddenly, then shortly thereafter the family money vanished also?”

“Yes, isn’t it terrible? At times, I fear something dreadful has happened to him.”

Mitch shifted in the chair. “You don’t think it’s more than a coincidence?”

Rachel looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes. “Whatever do you mean?”

Of course, there could be several reasons why George and the money’s disappearance coincided, other than the obvious. Mitch decided not to pursue it with Rachel.

“Georgie is my half brother, actually. My mother’s son from a previous marriage,” Rachel explained. “But Father never treated him any differently than the rest of us. He gave Georgie his name, educated him.”

“Turned the business over to him?”

“Oh, yes. Of course,” she said. “And I just know that as soon as Georgie returns, everything will be fine. The police are looking, and a detective agency of some sort has been engaged. We’ve learned nothing about his whereabouts, though. I just hope—”

“I’m sure he’s fine,” Mitch said, wanting to relieve her distress. Making her feel better suddenly seemed important to him.

“Noah is having a particularly difficult time of it,” Rachel went on. “And Chelsey…well, Chelsey is a situation that must be handled, also. So you can see, Mr. Kincade, that our circumstances are, indeed, desperate.”

Mitch nodded. “They are.”

She leaned forward a little. “So you’ll reconsider? You’ll stay and help us?”

“No.”

A few seconds passed before his words seemed to dawn on her.

“But you just said you understood—”

“I do understand,” Mitch said. “But it doesn’t make any difference.”

“You know my father’s holdings are vast and complicated. You come highly recommended,” Rachel said. “There must be something I can say that will convince you to stay.”

“There’s not.”

She sat up straighter. “Then why come all this way? Why get my hopes up just to refuse the work?”

“I don’t have to give you a reason,” Mitch told her. “I choose my clients, not the other way around.”

“You must help us.” Rachel gave him a hopeful little smile. “After all, that’s what knights in shining armour do.”

“I’m not here to rescue you,” Mitch said, though he knew that’s what she wanted. He knew her type. He’d seen it dozens of times. Pampered and spoiled by a life of leisure. Circumspect, reserved, a slave to social status. And now she was completely out of her element after being thrust into these dire circumstances, and expected someone else to fix the problem.

“Then your reason must be…” Rachel nodded. “Oh, I understand.”

Mitch frowned. “Understand what?”

“That after arriving here, you can see that you aren’t up to the task.” Rachel smiled pleasantly. “It’s perfectly all right. I wouldn’t want you to take it on if you can’t handle it.”

Mitch uttered a laugh. “Let me assure you, Miss Branford, that I’ve untangled finances far more complicated than those of your father. I checked before I came here so I know what I’m talking about. I can have this job finished in less than two weeks.”

“Then you are the perfect man for the job,” Rachel insisted. “You are the only one who can help us.”