Yes, dammit. Jack won that round.
“We can do this, Keely. If you say yes, we’ll both get what we want: you’ll get the building remodel approval, I’ll have a chance at the Milford project and we’ll both have our pride. After it’s over we can go back to hating each other, same as always.”
Keely admitted there was a certain appeal in his off-the-wall proposal. She’d kept her family in the dark about the purchase of the building and her career plans. If she confessed the reason for her secretiveness was also due in part to her intimate relationship with her former nemesis, Jack Donohue…that would make perfect sense.
Jack whispered huskily, “I can tell you’re warming to the idea.”
“How?”
“You’re pressing yourself into me instead of away from me.”
She was? Holy crap! What was wrong with her? Keely put her hands on his firm chest and tried to shove him. The damn solid man didn’t budge. He squeezed her closer. “Now, is that any way to treat your intended?”
“I intend to scour myself with bleach when this is all over.”
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“Fair enough. But for now…do we have a deal?”
Say no. Scream no. It’s not worth it.
“Yes. But—”
Jack held up his hand and dug out his cell phone. He dialed. Waited with a smug grin. “Henry? Jack Donohue. I just wanted to thank you for your hospitality last week. Milford is a great town and I appreciate the chance to talk with you and the committee about my ideas. Anyway, the reason I called… Did you perchance find a gold watch in your office? Oh. No, that’s fine. I’m just wondering how to explain the loss of it to my fiancée, since it was a gift from her.”
No going back now.
He locked his gaze to hers. “Really? I thought I’d told you about Keely. No? Well, we’ve kept it under wraps, but the cat is out of the bag now.” Jack’s teeth gleamed a victorious smile. “Of course I’d love to bring her to Milford. Sure. Call me after you talk to the committee and have a firm date.”
He hung up, punching the air with a loud “Yes!” the most juvenile gesture she’d witnessed from stick-up-his-ass Jack Donohue. “It’s on.”
“So I gathered. What now?”
Jack looked at his watch. “As much as I don’t want to drive back to Denver, I’ve got no choice. But I’ll be back tomorrow with my stuff.”
“Stuff? What stuff? Work stuff?”
“And personal stuff. I’ll be working out of the apartment for a while. There’s wireless Internet, right?”
“Whoa whoa whoa. Working out of the apartment? As in my apartment?”
“Remember who owns the building? Now it’s our apartment,” he corrected with an edge to his voice.
“Not only will I be working here, I’ll be living here.”
“What? No! Oh, hell no. You can’t just move in with me.”
Cue his wolfish grin. “Oh, cowgirl, I most certainly can.”
Holy shit. He could. She was so monumentally screwed.
“Have the building plans ready for me to look at day after tomorrow.”
“Don’t boss me around, Jack.”
“Get used to it, Keely.”
Did he honestly expect her to play the part of docile little wifey-to-be when they weren’t in the public eye?
Fuck that.
Before Keely voiced a protest, Jack tucked her hair behind her ear, letting his sure, yet teasing touch linger on the curve of her cheek. God. He had the most amazing hands.
“Why don’t you set up dinner with your parents? So we can tell them our good news. Hopefully that’ll pave the way to convincing your family we’re head over heels in love.”
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She wrinkled her nose. Right. If Cam leveled his nasty cop stare at her, she’d spill her guts. Carter would cajole and tease her into admitting it was a sham. Colt could pin her down and tickle the truth out of her. Colby would tie her to the corral until she confessed the hard facts. Cord would just send his wife AJ to nag her. Her best friend would never believe Keely was knocking loafers with Jack, let alone letting those loafers reside under her bed permanently.
This so wasn’t going to work.
Jack retreated and pointed at her. “That’s exactly what I’m talking about, Keely. You’d better get used to gazing at me with adoration, not disgust.”
“Yeah? Then you’d better bring me a big goddamn engagement ring as an incentive to pretend I love you.”
Late the following afternoon, Jack yelled, “Honey, I’m home.”