White Lace and Promises (11 page)

“I … I know you wouldn’t cheat me.” The odd huskiness of her voice was made more pronounced by a slight quiver. Of all the men she had known in her life, she trusted Glenn implicitly. He was a man of honor. He might have married her when he was in love with another woman, but he would never deliberately do anything to swindle her.

Their gazes melted into each other’s. Maggie trusted him, Glenn realized. The heavy weight that had pressed against him from the moment she had turned her hurt, angry eyes on him that morning lessened.
Surely
there’d been a better way to handle that business with her paintings, he thought. She had talent, incredible talent, and it was a shame that she was wasting it by hiding it away.

“After the lawyer, we’ll go to a jeweler,” he added.

“A jeweler?”

“I’d like you to wear a wedding ring, Maggie.”

The pulse in her neck throbbed as she beat down a rush of pure pleasure. “Okay, and you, too.”

“Of course,” he agreed easily. His gaze did a sweeping inspection of the room, as if he’d noticed it for the first time. It reminded him of Maggie. Her presence was stamped in every piece of furniture, every corner. Suddenly, a tiredness stole into his bones. He was exhausted, mentally and physically. “Let’s get ready for bed.”

Maggie nodded, and some of her earlier apprehension faded. She wasn’t completely comfortable sleeping with him after what had happened. Not when there was a chance he would take her in his arms, hold her close, kiss her, even make love to her, with another woman’s name
on his lips. “You go ahead—I’ve got a few odds and ends to take care of first.”

Sitting at the oak desk in her office, Maggie lifted her long hair from her face and closed her eyes as weariness flooded her bones. She was tired—Glenn was tired. She was confused—Glenn was confused. They both wanted this marriage—they were both responsible for making it work. All right, there wasn’t any reason to overreact. They’d share a bed, and if he said the other woman’s name in his sleep again, Maggie refused to be held responsible for her actions.

By the time Glenn returned from his shower, Maggie had gone back to the bedroom and changed into a sexless flannel pajama set that would have discouraged the most amorous male. She had slipped beneath the covers, and was sitting up reading, her back supported by thick feather pillows. Behind her book, she followed Glenn’s movements when he reentered the bedroom.

He paused and allowed a tiny smile of satisfaction to touch his lips. He had half expected Maggie to linger in her office until he was asleep and was greatly pleased that she hadn’t. Although she looked like a virgin intent on maintaining her chastity in that flannel outfit, he knew that this night wasn’t the time to press for his husbandly rights. Things had gone badly. Tomorrow would be better, he promised himself.

Lifting back the thick quilt, Glenn slid his large frame into the king-size bed and turned off the light that rested on the mahogany nightstand on his side of the bed.

“Good night.” His voice was husky and low, with only a trace of amusement. He thought she would probably sit up reading until she fell asleep with the light on.

“Good night,” she answered softly, pretending to read. A few minutes later, Maggie battled to keep her lashes from drooping. Valiantly, she struggled as her mind conjured up ways of resisting Glenn. The problem was that she didn’t want to resist him. He would probably wait until she was relaxed and close to falling asleep, she theorized. When she was at her weakest point, he would reach for her and kiss her. Glenn was a wonderful kisser, and she went warm at the memory of what had happened their first night together. He had held her as if he were dying of thirst and she was a cool shimmering pool in an oasis.

Gathering her resolve, Maggie clenched her teeth. By heaven, the way her thoughts were going, she’d lean over and kiss him any minute. Her hand rested on her abdomen and Maggie felt bare skin. Her pajamas might be sexless, but they also conveniently buttoned up the front, so he had easy access to her if he wanted. Again, she recalled how good their lovemaking had been
and how she had thrilled to his hands and mouth on her. Her eyes drooped shut, and with a start she forced them open. Lying completely still, she listened, and after several long moments she discovered that Glenn had turned away from her and was sound asleep.

An unexpected rush of disappointment filled her. He hadn’t even tried to make love to her. Without a thought, he had turned onto his side and gone to sleep! Bunching up her pillow, Maggie rolled onto her stomach, feeling such frustration that she could have cried. He didn’t want her, and as unreasonable as it sounded, Maggie felt discouraged and depressed. Her last thought as she turned out her light was that if Glenn reached for her in the night she would give him what he wanted … what she wanted.

Sometime in the middle of the night Maggie woke. She was sleeping on her side, but had moved to the middle of the bed. Her eyes fluttered open, and she wondered what had caused her to wake when she felt so warm and comfortable. Glenn’s even breathing sounded close to her ear, and she realized that he was asleep, cuddling his body to hers. Contented and secure, she closed her eyes, and a moment later a male hand slid over her ribs, just below her breasts. When he pulled her close, fitting his body to hers, Maggie’s lashes fluttered open. Not for the first time, she was amazed at how perfectly their bodies fit together. Releasing a contented breath, Maggie shut her eyes and wandered back to sleep.

Glenn woke in the first light of dawn with a serenity that had escaped him for months. That morning he didn’t mistake the warm body he was holding close. Maggie was responsible for his tranquillity of spirit, Glenn realized. He needed Maggie. During the night, her pajama top had ridden up and the urge to move his hand and trace the soft, womanly curves was almost overpowering. Maggie was all the woman he would ever want. She was everything he had ever hoped to find in a wife—a passionate, irresistible mistress with an intriguing mind and delectable body, who surrendered herself willingly. Her passion had surprised and pleased him. She hadn’t been shy, or embarrassed, abandoning herself to him with an eagerness that thrilled him every time he thought about it. She was more woman than he’d dared hope for, and he ached to take her again.

In her sleep, Maggie shifted, and her breasts sprang free of the confining top. For an eternity he lay completely still. In his mind he pictured turning her onto her back and kissing her until her lips opened eagerly to his. With inhuman patience he would look into those dark, beautiful eyes and wait until she told him how much she wanted him.

Groaning, he released her and rolled onto his back, taking deep breaths to control his frantic frustration. He had no idea how long it would be before he would have the opportunity to make love to his wife again. Two weeks, at least, maybe longer. Almost as overwhelming as the urge to make love to her was the one to cherish and protect her. She needed reassurance, and he knew she needed time. Throwing back the blankets, he marched into the bathroom and turned on the cold water.

Maggie woke at the sound of the shower running. Stirring, she turned onto her back and stared at the ceiling as the last dregs of sleep drained from her mind. She had been having the most pleasant erotic dream. One that caused her to blush from the roots of her dark hair to the ends of her toenails. Indecent dreams, maybe, but excruciatingly sensual. Perhaps it was best that Glenn was gone when she woke, she thought. If he had been beside her, she didn’t know what she would have done. She could well have embarrassed them both by reaching for him and asking him to make love to her before he returned to Charleston … alone.

Taking advantage of the privacy, she dressed and hurriedly made the bed. By the time she had straightened the comforter across the mattress, Glenn reappeared.

“Good morning,” he said as he paused just inside the bedroom, standing both alert and still as he studied her. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yes,” she responded hastily, feeling like a specimen about to be analyzed, but a highly prized specimen, one that was cherished and valued. “What about you?” she asked.

The hesitation was barely noticeable, but Maggie noticed. “Like a rock.”

“Good. Are you hungry?” Her eyes refused to meet his, afraid of what hers would tell him.

“Starved.”

“Breakfast should be ready by the time you’ve finished dressing,” she said as she left the room. Glenn had showered last night, she remembered; she couldn’t recall him being overly fastidious. Shrugging, she moved down the long hall to the kitchen.

The bacon was sizzling in the skillet when Glenn reappeared, dressed in dark slacks and a
thick pullover sweater. Maggie was reminded once again that he was devastatingly handsome and experienced, and with a burst of pride, she remembered that he was married to her. At least legally, he was hers. However, another woman owned the most vital part of him—his heart. In time, Maggie trusted, she would claim that as well.

The morning swam past in a blur; such was their pace. They began by contacting Maggie’s attorney and were given an immediate appointment. Together they sat in his office, although it was Glenn who did the majority of the talking. Maggie was uncomfortable with the rewording of her will, but Glenn was adamant. He desired none of her money, and he wanted it stated legally. When and if they had children, her inheritance would be passed on to them.

After the attorney’s they stopped off at a prominent San Francisco jeweler. Maggie had never been one for flashy jewels. All too often her hands were in paint solvent or mixing clay, and she didn’t want to have to worry about losing expensive rings or valuable jewels. Knowing herself and her often thoughtless ways, Maggie was apt to misplace a diamond, and she couldn’t bear the thought of losing any ring Glenn gave her.

“You decide,” Glenn insisted, his hand at the back of her neck. “Whatever one you want is fine.”

Sensing a sure sale, the young jeweler set out a tray of exquisite diamonds, far larger than any Maggie had dreamed Glenn would want to purchase. Her gaze fell on a lovely marquise and her teeth worried her bottom lip. “I … was thinking maybe something with a smaller stone would be fine,” she murmured, realizing that she should have explained her problems about a diamond to Glenn earlier.

He pinched his mouth closed with displeasure, resenting her concern that he couldn’t afford to buy her a diamond large enough to weight her hand.

“Try on that one,” he insisted, pointing to the marquise solitaire with the wide polished band that she had admired earlier. The diamond was the largest and most expensive on the tray.

Maggie paled, not knowing how to explain herself. The salesman beamed, exchanging pleased glances with Glenn.

“An excellent choice,” the jeweler said, lifting Maggie’s limp hand. The ring fit as if it was made for her slender finger. But the diamond was so heavy it felt bulky and unnatural. In her mind, Maggie could picture the panic of looking for it once it was mislaid … and it would be.

“We’ll take it.”

“Glenn.” Maggie placed her hand on his forearm. “Can I talk to you a minute? Please.”

“I’ll write up the sales order,” the jeweler said, removing the tray of diamonds. “I’ll be with the cashier when you’ve finished.”

Maggie waited until the salesman was out of earshot before turning troubled eyes to Glenn. Her heart was in her eyes as she recognized the pride and irritation that glared back at her.

“What’s the matter, Maggie?” he growled under his breath. “Are you afraid I can’t afford a wedding ring for my wife? I may not own a fancy beach house, but be assured, I can afford a diamond.”

Glenn’s words smarted, and it was all Maggie could do to bite back a flippant reply. “It’s not that,” she whispered fiercely, keeping her voice low so the jeweler wouldn’t hear them arguing. “If you’d given me half a chance, I’d have explained. I’m an artist, remember? If you buy me that flashy diamond, I’ll be constantly removing it for one reason or another.”

“So? What are you suggesting? No ring at all?”

“No … I’m sorry I said anything. The ring is fine.” Maggie backed down, aware that anything said now would be misconstrued. Somehow she would learn to be careful with the diamond. Purchasing it had become a matter of male pride, and Maggie didn’t want to cause any more problems than the ones already facing them.

“Would a plain gold band solve that?” he asked unexpectedly.

“Yes,” she murmured, surprised. “Yes, it would.” To her delight, Glenn also asked the jeweler to size a band for her. Maggie felt wonderful when they stepped outside. The question of the ring might have been only a minor problem, but together they had settled it without wounding each other’s sensitive pride. They were making progress, and it felt good.

They ate lunch in Chinatown, feasting on hot diced chicken stir-fried with fresh, crisp vegetables. All the time they were dining, Maggie was infinitely aware of two pressing items: the heavy feel of the ring on the third finger of her left hand, and the time. Within hours Glenn would be leaving for Charleston. A kaleidoscope of regrets and questions whirled through her mind. She wanted to go with him, but didn’t feel she could make the suggestion. Glenn had to want her along, yet he hadn’t said a word. Silence hung heavy and dark between them like a thick curtain of rain-filled clouds. He was going back to his lost love. Dread filled Maggie with each beat of her heart.