Millionaires' Destinies: Isn't It Rich? / Priceless / Treasured

“I was at peace,” he said, trying to recall what that had felt like. Probably lonely, if he were to be totally honest about it. Melanie hadn’t been around all that long, but he was already having difficulty imagining his life without her.

“Darling, that’s not the same thing at all,” Destiny said. “In fact, it seems to me you had a little too much peace in your life.”

“I was content with that,” he said, even though he knew he was not only lying but wasting his breath.

“Well, Melanie’s in your life now,” Destiny said breezily. “I hope you won’t do anything foolish to ruin it.”

“I doubt you’ll give me a chance,” he muttered.

She chuckled. “Not if I can help it. Christmas is coming, you know. Will Melanie be joining us next week?”

“You mean for the traditional Carlton excess?”

She frowned at the edge in his voice. “I love the holidays. Sue me. And despite your sour mood this morning, you usually do, as well.”

She was right, though Richard had no intention of giving her the satisfaction of admitting it. “I assume if I don’t invite Melanie myself, you’ll do it behind my back,” he grumbled, even though he’d already planned to include Melanie in their Christmas Eve and Christmas Day celebrations. Let Destiny believe he was making a huge concession just for her benefit.

“I’m hoping that it won’t be necessary for me to go behind your back,” she said mildly. “Remember dinner’s at eight on Christmas Eve. Then I expect you all back for brunch at eleven on Christmas Day. We’ll open our gifts then. Be sure to get something special for Melanie. Do it yourself. Don’t leave it to Winifred.”

“I think I can remember the schedule,” he said, ignoring the barb about assigning his shopping to his secretary. “We’ve been doing the same thing for twenty years.”

“Tradition is important. Someday you’ll appreciate that.”

Richard supposed that was possible. He’d never given it much thought before. For a moment his imagination took flight and he pictured years of family traditions created with Melanie for their family. As soon as the thought crept in, he stamped it out. He was getting carried away. If he wasn’t careful, this whole charade thing was going to get out of hand. Maybe that’s what Melanie had been trying to tell him last night, that it was already out of hand. If so, he was very much afraid she’d gotten it exactly right.

“Richard’s on line one,” Becky announced with surprisingly good cheer when Melanie walked into her house after a meeting with a client she’d been putting off ever since Richard’s business had taken over most of the minutes of her day.

Becky held out the phone. “You want to take it here?” she asked, her expression hopeful.

Melanie shook her head. “I’ll get it in a sec,” she said, wanting to figuratively catch her breath before speaking to the man who’d literally taken it away the night before with his wildly impulsive gesture.

“Once you two have talked, you can tell me all about dinner last night,” Becky added. “I can’t wait to hear every little detail. I’ve asked, but Richard doesn’t seem inclined to spill the beans on whether he got lucky.”

“Good God, please tell me you didn’t ask him that,” Melanie said.

“Not in those exact words,” Becky said, grinning.

At last, some evidence of discretion and good sense, Melanie thought. Avoiding Becky’s probing questions was also a rather powerful incentive for keeping Richard on hold indefinitely. She did not want to engage in a postmortem with a woman who knew her as well as Becky did. Becky would see straight through any attempts to deny that she was falling for Richard.

“I think I’ll take the call in my office,” Melanie said, walking into the room and firmly closing the door behind her.

She heard Becky’s indignant gasp as the door clicked shut.

When Melanie felt reasonably composed, she picked up the receiver. “Good morning,” she said briskly, determined to keep things cool and professional this morning, the exact opposite of the way they’d been the night before. “Sorry to keep you waiting. I’m just back from a meeting.”

“No problem. How are you?”

“Doing great. You?”

“Fine,” he said, sounding amused. “Is Becky standing over your shoulder listening to every word? She seems awfully curious about last night.”

“I think that’s to be expected under the circumstances, since you saw fit to take her into your confidence.”

“You have a point,” he conceded. “I won’t make that mistake again. You didn’t say, though. Is she there?”

“No, as a matter of fact, I shut the door to my office. I don’t think she can hear me, though I imagine her ear’s pressed against the door,” she said a bit more loudly.

The comment was greeted by an indignant huff from the outer office.

“Now, then what can I do for you?” she asked Richard.

“We need to talk about Christmas,” he said. “It’s next week.”

Melanie bit back a smile. “So I’ve heard. I’m surprised you remember. Winifred must have made a note on your calendar.”

“Actually Destiny was here this morning,” he said.

“So that explains your sudden recollection of the holiday,” she teased. “Family prompting. Did she ask you to pass it on to all the other workaholics you know?”

“No, but she is expecting you to join us for Christmas Eve dinner and brunch on Christmas Day,” he said. “I promised to invite you.”

Melanie was completely caught off guard. Spend the holiday with his family? She wasn’t sure she could pull that off. It seemed way too…intimate. “Isn’t that carrying things a bit too far?”

“Not if we expect to convince Destiny we have a real relationship. You’re not going home to visit your family, are you?”

“No, but—”

“Then there’s no reason you can’t join us. I’ll give my aunt credit for one thing—she does do the holidays up right. You’ll have a good time and, goodness knows, you’ll get plenty to eat.”

“It’s not being entertained or fed that I’m worried about.”

“Then what is it?”

“It’s a lie, Richard. On Christmas,” she added, as if that were somehow worse than all the other lying going on.

“I see your point.”

“Do you really?”

“Believe it or not, I’m not in the habit of lying to people myself,” he said. “These are extraordinary times.”

“Not that extraordinary,” she insisted. “How can we keep this up? I’m getting more uncomfortable all the time.”

She waited through a long silence.

“Maybe we need to speed up the timetable a bit,” he suggested finally.

Melanie wasn’t reassured by his cautious tone. “Meaning?”