His E-Mail Order Wife

“I really don’t know what to think. I wasn’t exactly expecting you.”

That made two of them. He hadn’t counted on her either, a woman who had his imagination working overtime. “What were you expecting?”

“Honestly?”

“I think that’s probably best.” Although he had yet to be honest with her.

“I was expecting someone a little more—”

“Homely?”

“Plain.”

“So was I.”

A slight splotch of pink colored her cheeks and she grabbed the pillow again. “At least one of us wasn’t wrong.”

How could she say that? Didn’t she realize that she had a simple beauty a man would have to be dead not to notice? Not to mention she’d made a connection with Mandy immediately. How many times had he hoped to see that happen with any of the women he’d introduced to his daughter? More times than he could count, and it hadn’t happened—until now. Maybe Lilly was right. Maybe he’d been looking in the wrong places. But the Internet?

Regardless, he had no intention of getting caught in the matrimony trap any time soon. He’d tried that once and it had been one of the most devastating experiences of his life. Amanda was the only good thing to come out of it.

But how could he tell Kristina Simmons that he wasn’t interested without making it seem as though her looks had something to do with it? How could he explain it to his daughter, who had looked at Kristina with open worship, without destroying her completely?

Damn Lilly for putting him in this predicament without regard to Amanda’s feelings. Or Kristina’s. If he sent Kristina on her way now, he might lead her to believe that he was as superficial as she’d assumed. Not to mention he’d have to deal with his grandmother’s and his daughter’s wrath. Now what was he going to do?

Then something occurred to him. Maybe he could subtly convince Kristina that this wasn’t going to work out. Maybe he could totally turn her off, let it be her idea to leave. That was a better plan. A great plan.

First, he’d start with a leer. God knew he’d seen it done enough times in the office when one of the male staff members had the hots for one of the secretaries. If that didn’t scare her off, then she was a lot tougher than he’d presumed. “Well, Kristina, I think you’re an exceedingly attractive woman.” Hell, he sounded like a bad impression of Dudley Watts, Connelly Corporation’s resident lecher.

Unfortunately, Kristina found the fringe on the pillow more interesting than his attempt at being seedy. “Thank you.”

“And I’m looking forward to us getting to know each other better.” At least he sounded a little more suave. Less Dudley, anyway.

She glanced up from the pillow, surprise in her expression. “Then you’re saying we should go ahead with this arrangement?”

“Unless that’s a problem for you?”

Her gaze faltered once again. “No. I agreed to do this, and I think we should give it a try.”

So much for his first attempts to discourage her. He would just have to try harder to convince her that he had questionable intentions. “Do you need help moving your things?”

“Everything I own is in my car.”

“You’ve been living in your car?”

That earned Drew a smile. “Not hardly. My lease ran out on my apartment this week, so when you asked me to move in, I decided not to renew. I guess you could say that this couldn’t have come at a better time.”

Now Drew felt even worse. If he put her out, she’d be—for all intents and purposes—homeless. Back to plan A—dubious overtures. He leaned forward and attempted a come-on look, although his face felt stiff with the effort. “I think you’ll find my bed more than comfortable.”

She leaned forward, too, seeming oddly relaxed. “Really, Drew, you don’t have to give up your room. As I told you before, the guest room will be fine.”

He sat back. “You think we should have separate bedrooms?”

“Of course, exactly what you proposed in the e-mail. I agree with you that we shouldn’t even consider that kind of intimacy with Amanda living in the house.”

Lilly had obviously set him up for sainthood. If he told Kristina he’d changed his mind, that he wanted her in his bed—not exactly an unappealing thought—then he’d definitely look like a class-A jackass. He couldn’t go quite that far…yet. “Just checking to see if we’re on the same page with this.”

“We are,” she said. “I believe we need a lot more time before taking that step in our relationship.”

So much for plan A. “Tell me more about yourself,” he said in hopes of coming upon something else to convince her to steer clear of him.

“I’m not sure what I can say that I haven’t said in my e-mails.”

Drew realized she had a definite advantage there. “I’m sure you can think of something. You can’t know everything about someone in a few e-mails.”

“We exchanged fifty.”

Fifty? His grandmother seriously needed to find another hobby. “That many, huh?”

“Yes, I counted them. I also kept them.”

Drew made a mental note to try and retrieve them from his inbox later, if Lilly hadn’t destroyed the evidence of her deceitful doings. “Which was your favorite e-mail?”

Her great smile traveled all the way to her coffee-colored eyes. “Let me think. I believe it’s the one where you told me one of your favorite books was Wuthering Heights.”

“I bet that surprised you.” Sure as hell surprised him since he’d never read the book. But Lilly had. His grandmother knew no shame.

“To be honest,” Kristina continued, “I think Heathcliff was a bit too tortured.”

Heathcliff had nothing on Drew at the moment. “He was, uh, unique.”

“And tortured. That’s why I’m surprised you also like romantic comedies.”

Drew nearly choked on that one, yet it also led to another idea. Maybe if he could convince her that he hadn’t been forthcoming with the truth about his tastes, she’d decide to leave immediately. “Actually, I was only trying to impress you. I really prefer Tom Clancy.”

Her grin widened. “Really? So do I. I love military thrillers.”

So much for that strategy. “Did I tell you that I like sports?”

“No, we didn’t discuss that.”

Finally, something to work with. “Well, I do. Friday through Sunday when I’m home. Whatever’s on the tube. But my favorite is wrestling.” That ought to do it.

It didn’t. Kristina looked pleased, excited even. “I am so glad to hear that. I adore wrestling. The Mangler is my favorite. Don’t you just love that crazy hat he wears? And when he takes on that woman, what’s her name?”

Drew had no clue. He’d never watched wrestling, either. “I can’t remember at the moment. I’m still pretty jet-lagged.”

Kristina’s dark brows drew down into a frown. “Jet-lagged? I didn’t know you’ve been out of town.”