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Marrying Cade(27)

By:Sally Clements


It was stupid how the sight of lit candles on the table and Cade  carrying a platter of steaks to the table turned her to mush. Maybe it  was the half smile teasing his lips, or the gleam in his eyes promising  more once the meal was done. Whatever it was, it had her weak at the  knees.

Her mouth watered, "Those look great."

He poured two glasses of wine. "Let's eat."

"So, do you reckon your sister will manage without you on the end of the  phone for a couple of days?" Cade asked, as they settled under the  starlit sky for dinner.

"She'll have to," Melo answered. "She has a husband now."

"I know you, you'll still be there for her." Cade helped himself to  tomato salad. "You're a pushover for your family, you know that, right?"

A hint of censure lit Cade's tone. As if there was something wrong with  caring for the people you love. His words about her being a pushover  stung. She'd never feel bad about wanting to help her family, but she  sure felt bad about being taken advantage of. Her tone was harsher than  intended. "I care about them. I don't know how to care without being  taken advantage of."

Surely he understood? He'd helped Margie, helped the receptionist's  younger brother. Why did it seem as though he was in control, and she  was spiraling into confusion?

She crossed her arms. "You care about people too, Cade. Why doesn't that make you a pushover?"

Cade chewed a mouthful of steak slowly. He seemed to be carefully  considering her question before answering. "Sometimes people need money  to be safe, or to fulfill their potential, I have plenty." His mouth  tilted in a tight smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "I've been  burned before, but when I make the decision to help someone out, I've  usually calculated the risks."

"But your mother, your sisters … " Melo asked.

"They need my support, and they have it. They'll never need for anything." Cade swallowed a mouthful of red wine.

"Money can't solve every problem." Pain burned in Melo's chest as she  gazed at him, barely able to comprehend his attitude. "What about just  being there, a shoulder to lean on, an ear to listen to their worries?"                       
       
           



       

He'd been there for her when she was younger. They'd shared their  worries and their fears for the future. Melo's mind stumbled over the  past few days. They'd shared teasing passion, but they hadn't really  talked, had they? Cold fingers clutched her heart and squeezed tight.  She glanced over at his set face, the tight jaw.

"We should talk," she said, finality in her tone. If Cade wasn't the man she'd thought him, she needed to know. Right now.

****

She didn't understand. Just like his mother and his bloody sisters, Melo  was throwing some sort of crazy, female logic into the mix. As Cade  watched her over the flickering light of the candle, his skin prickled  with irritation. He was trying, dammit. Trying to come to terms with the  fact she'd recklessly risked her family's home. Just like his father.

With any other woman, he'd have walked away. Called time on whatever  nascent relationship was bursting to life. But with Melo …  Cade rubbed a  hand over his eyes. He was in way too deep. She needed his financial  help, and she was going to get it, whether she liked it or not.

He pulled in a deep breath.

"Okay. Do you want to start, or will I?"

Melo crossed her arms across her chest and her eyebrows raised. "Well,  you started it when you called me a pushover, so I reckon you should do  the honors."

"Fine." There was no point in getting angry, so Cade considered  carefully before he continued. "In this instance, you are in the wrong.  You know that, and so do I."

Melo's eyes widened. "I … "

Cade held up a hand. "Let me finish. You advised your father to invest  in a dangerous opportunity you should have been more careful about. As a  result, you've risked your family's home. Their heritage. I know you  don't want to lose the beach, but it's your responsibility to put things  right. To provide for your family."

The look of hurt in her eyes almost caused him to pause, but he couldn't  fall prey to sentiment, laying out the truth in all its darkness was  too important. "Offering your family a shoulder to cry on isn't enough.  You need to offer money. I care about you, Melo. I care about you enough  to provide the way out."

"With your checkbook?" she whispered. "You've got it all wrong, Cade. So badly wrong."

"You have to face your responsibility. Selling to me is by far a safer  option than selling to someone else." A frown wrinkled the skin between  her eyebrows. "Yes, your father told me if I don't buy the beach he's  going to offer it to a shark in man's clothing."

Cade's voice softened, and he reached out to her, pulling her hand into  his. "You made a mistake. Gambled with the family's future. It was a  mistake I've never forgiven my father for, but one I'm trying to forgive  you for." Because I love you. The thought ran through Cade's mind and  his muscles seized in shock. He couldn't be in love with Melo. Couldn't.  But as her eyes misted over he realized he was.

"You're not listening," Melo said in a strong, clear voice. She pulled  her hand away. "I am not responsible for gambling with my family's  future, my father is. He made the decision to invest without consulting  me. If he had, I would have given him the same advice I give all my  clients, to avoid them like the plague."

"It's big of you to try to forgive me," she continued in an icy voice.  "But I'm not the one in need of your forgiveness. My family needs my  inheritance to pay for my father's mistake. And that's where me being a  doormat comes in, because I'm not going to block the sale of Paradise  Beach to you. Because I care more for my family than I do for money. If  that makes me a fool, so be it."

Confusion dulled Cade's mind as he tried to follow Melo's words. She wasn't responsible? His throat was dry, and he swallowed.

Hurt blazed in her eyes, and her body was stiff, as if holding herself together by mere force of will.

"Why wouldn't he-"

Her voice was bitter. "I told you. My father has no interest in taking advice from his daughter, not when it matters anyway."

"And yet he expects you to sort out the problem," Cade finished.

"Yes." Melo's shoulders drooped, and she looked down at the table, defeated.

"It isn't your mess to sort out. The beach means something to you. If  it's yours, you shouldn't give it up for anyone." Cade walked around the  table and pulled her up into his arms. "Perhaps I can organize bridging  finance, invest in the winery as a silent partner … "                       
       
           



       

Melo pulled away from him. Her eyes widened. "Why would you? It's more  my problem than it is yours. Just because we slept together doesn't make  you responsible any more than it does me. The winery is a family  business; Marco would never agree to take on a partner who wasn't  related."

"I care about you," Cade answered, feeling like a broken record saying the same thing over and over. "I want to help."

Melo folded her arms across her chest. Her voice was so quiet he could  barely hear what she said. "That's not a good enough reason, Cade.  You're a family friend, not family."

"I could be family." The words came out before Cade could think them  through, tumbling out like dry grains of sand trickling through fingers.  "You could marry me."

Melo looked so shocked, he stilled. The idea had obviously never crossed  her mind, but as he said the words he realized it was the perfect  solution to both their problems. He couldn't see a future without Melo  in it. Adam had found happiness, was it such a reach to think he could  find happiness too? "Listen, I know it's sudden, but I love being with  you and we're good together, you know we are. And we have to stop Felix  Mezzuti from getting his hands on the beach, he'd destroy it."

"We'll talk about it in the morning." Melo avoided his eyes as she took a  step further away. "I need time alone." With a wavering smile that  didn't reach as far as her vivid blue eyes, she crossed her arms.  "Tomorrow," she whispered, walking to the cabin.

****

As Cade suggested marriage, something inside Melo shriveled and died.  She'd wanted to cry, wanted to rage at the world, but instead she put it  all off, needing to escape more than anything else at that moment.

She'd dreamed of Cade proposing. For years as a dreamy teenager she  fantasized about them falling in love, and one day standing on the beach  with Cade holding her hand and asking her to be his wife. The  difference between her childish dream and the brutal reality was so  intense pain burned in her throat. Guilt at suspecting her of being  responsible for the whole disaster had propelled him into making that  ridiculous suggestion, one he first tried to justify by "caring about  her" and then revealed his true intention, to stop Felix Mezzuti gaining  control of the beach. He was still thinking money could solve every  problem. But without love, what would their marriage be but an empty  sham? How long before they settled on an amicable divorce? Marco would  have no problem with being in business with her ex husband after all.