New and…Improved? & Andrew in Excess

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ANDREW SWUNG OPEN his front door and found Edward and Bitsy regarding him with sly amusement. Edward held up a folded section of newspaper to Andrew’s face and cocked his head, comparing the two. “What do you think, Bitsy? The chin and the nose are the same, but I don’t know about that hair standing on end and the unbuttoned shirt…” Edward trailed off.

Bitsy laid a speculative finger against her nose. “I don’t know where he could’ve come up with a body double on such short notice, so I suppose it is my darling, straitlaced brother.”

Andrew glared at the smirking couple before him-to think they wondered why their child displayed a penchant for mischief.

Edward regarded the photo in mock wonder. “Eight years I’ve known you, and this is the first time I’ve ever seen you even slightly disheveled.”

Between the expanse of Kat’s shapely legs and his shirt gaping open, disheveled was an understatement.

“Yeah, Eddie?” Andrew deliberately used the nickname. “Well, you’ve never seen me get married, either, so consider it a week of firsts. Now if you two have finished the Laurel and Hardy routine, perhaps you’d like to come in.”

Andrew had seen the photo as soon as his paper was delivered. He’d spent the morning trying not to think about the reaction of his well-heeled clients-or the sleek line of his future wife’s legs, the feel of her firm buttocks pressed against his lap.

Bitsy and Eddie moved past him, into the den. “So what kind of ring was Kat wearing?” Bitsy quizzed.

Andrew closed the door and answered automatically, “Opal and sapphire.” Her question sank in and he spun to face her. “You noticed a ring in that picture?”

“Of course. And you can bet every other woman who looked at it noticed it as well.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

Bitsy sighed dramatically. “How can you seemingly sophisticated men be so incredibly naive sometimes? No, I’m not kidding.”

Andrew sought confirmation from Edward, who shrugged off the unvoiced query. “Don’t look at me. The workings of the female mind remain a mystery.”

Bitsy ignored his comment. “Dad’s furious. Livid. Enraged. Beside himself.”

“Now that’s a surprise. When did you talk to A.W.?”

“Puh-leeze. Give me a little credit. After you called last night we screened our calls. We let him leave a message on our machine. Don’t tell me he didn’t call you as well.”

“Sure he did. Left a message much the same as yours, I suspect. Who was the girl and what the hell was I doing?”

“That’s it in a nutshell. What’re you going to do about it?”

“I’ll talk to him later today, and then it’s what you’re going to do about it. It’ll be quite interesting when the rival paper runs the story tomorrow that the mystery woman in the photograph is actually my wife. Of course, this will be leaked by an anonymous but reliable source.” Andrew decided she deserved teasing for her earlier body-double comment. “And I can’t think of anyone better suited to leak gossip than you, Bitsy.”

Bitsy swatted at him and then rubbed her hands together in glee. “Do you want me to call now?”

“Why don’t you wait until after the fact,” suggested Edward, “since neither the bride nor the justice of the peace has shown up yet.”

“Okay. Speaking of the bride, did you bring in the camera?”

“No, it’s in the car.”

Andrew held up a hand. “No cameras. No photos.”

Bitsy shook her head in disgust and continued toward the door. “Maybe you don’t care about any photos, but one day your child will want to see her mother and father’s wedding photos. Juliana loves looking at ours.”

Andrew didn’t offer a rebuttal. He knew he’d make a lousy parent-he didn’t have time in his life for anything other than his work-but he’d never deliberately do anything to hurt the child he and Kat would create. Not even something as trivial as denying her, or him, wedding photos.

Quite the contrary, in fact. He waited until the door clicked behind his sister to turn to Edward. “The stipulation’s the way I wanted it? Even though I waive parental rights, I retain the right to name this child as my heir?”

Edward nodded an affirmative.

“How’d you get Hamilton to sign off since it’s not what Kat wanted?”

“Hamilton’s no fool. Even though their family has enough money tied up in trust funds to take care of the kid, he felt it was in both the child’s and Kat’s best interests not to waive rights to Winthrop money.”

“Excellent.”

The front door slammed, heralding Bitsy with camera in tow. “I’m going to check on Juliana and make a cup of coffee. Either one of you want anything?”

“No thanks.” Unless she could serve him up his partnership and he could forgo this farcical foray into matrimony.

“Nothing for me.” Edward lowered his voice even though Bitsy moved onto the kitchen. “Yeah, well it’s not going to be so ‘excellent’ when Kat finds out. She’s going to be plenty angry with all of us.”

A twinge of doubt surfaced before he dismissed it. She’d left no room to negotiate the point. Andrew stared out the window, unseeing. “I can handle one woman’s anger, but I will not sign away a Winthrop’s birthright.”

“Hell hath no fury like a woman deceived.” Eddie misquoted in final warning.

Outside, a car sputtered to a stop, backfired once and died.

Andrew squared his shoulders at the surge of adrenaline rushing through him. He stood one matrimonial step away from getting what he’d worked for all these years-his partnership.

“I believe my blushing bride just arrived.”

KAT PARKED BETWEEN the gurgling fountain gracing the circular driveway and the front walkway. She checked her rearview mirror to make sure Jackson pulled in behind her. She’d driven by the house when she’d investigated Andrew, but it was set far back from the quiet residential street and she’d never seen it this close. They’d met at his beach house.

An impeccable lawn gave way to impeccable evergreen shrubs. Everything was unmitigatingly serene, unrepentantly verdant. Kat shuddered at the uniformity.

She snapped a retractable leash onto Toto’s collar-she didn’t know how understanding her groom would be of Toto’s incontinence today-and waited for Jackson to join her at the brick-paved walkway. Toto darted about, intent on introducing himself to every shrub.

“Nice house.” Jackson surveyed the whitewashed stucco with the red-tiled roof.

Kat shrugged at the rectangular structure, smiled at her brother and led the way to the front door. “I’m not particularly interested in his house, just his sperm.” She needed to remember that was all she was interested in. Last night had proved their physical compatibility. She’d just have to keep it in check.

Jackson seemed decidedly unamused by her attempt at humor. “Are you sure you want to do this? You and Andrew haven’t signed these documents yet.” He lifted his briefcase. “Or made any binding legal commitment. You can still change your mind.”

“That binding legal commitment is known as marriage, and no, I don’t want to change my mind.”

“If you’re marrying him because of this-” Jackson indicated the section of newspaper folded against his briefcase “-don’t worry about one racy photograph…and it is racy. The fickle public will forget soon enough.”

Kat patted his cheek. “Don’t worry so, Jackson. You know I’m not marrying him because of that photo. I’m past ready to have a baby. It may have moved the schedule up a little, but the deal was already put to bed.” She glanced at the photo and laughed. “Don’t take that literally. Although Andrew is one heck of a kisser.”

Jackson scowled and straightened his already straight tie. “That definitely falls into the category of more than I wanted to know.”

As he reached for the doorbell, Kat stopped him. “Jackie, you and Eddie settled all the details in the contract?”

He tensed beneath her fingertips. Apparently he still didn’t approve of her marrying Andrew. “Of course we did.”

Bored with marking his territory, Toto plopped onto her foot.

“Okay, I just had to check.” Kat squeezed Jackson’s arm and released it. “You know you’re my favorite brother.”

“I’m your only brother.”

She reached around him and pressed the doorbell. “Yeah, well, if I had another one, you’d still be my favorite.”

The door opened and Kat found herself poised on the threshold of her new, temporary home, face-to-face with her groom. For the next few months, possibly the next year, she’d see this man across the breakfast table. Despite the fact they qualified as polar opposites, it wasn’t a dismaying prospect. A quiver of anticipation arrowed through her. He appeared as immaculately groomed as his lawn, but far more arresting.

A low heat began to simmer inside at the look in his eyes as they swept over her. Kat was glad she’d chosen the sleeveless linen dress. She’d told herself it was because it was elegant, cool and comfortable and it matched the stones in her engagement ring, but she also knew the sapphire blue complemented her eyes. She’d left her legs bare-she didn’t wear panty hose, not even for her own wedding-but she had rushed out this morning and bought a pair of strappy sandals, right after she’d purchased Andrew’s wedding ring. She’d also conceded to vanity and brushed on a light coral lipstick.

She moistened her lips as the seconds dragged on and they continued to study each other. She absently hoped the baby inherited his nose and cheekbones.

A flash shattered the moment.

“The groom greeting the bride at the door.” Bitsy sang out a caption for the photo.

Andrew welcomed Kat and Jackson with a sweep of his hand. “Please, come in.”

Kat reeled Toto in when he headed toward Eddie’s pant leg, and shared a conspiratorial grin with Andrew. Her mouth gaped open. She faced the largest custom-built aquarium she’d ever seen. A literal wall of fish loomed before her. Toto quickly forsook Eddie’s leg to yip at the myriad of colorful fish. Kat felt as if she were snorkeling without getting in the water. It was breathtaking. Exhilarating.

“Wow!” she breathed to no one in particular.

“I like fish,” Andrew responded simply.

“It was the one thing the interior decorator couldn’t talk him out of,” Bitsy volunteered as they moved en masse around the glass wall to the living room.

While Edward and Jackson popped the locks on their briefcases, Kat examined her surroundings with mounting dismay. Despite her earlier flip comment to Jackson, she would live here for several months. Pale peach tile offered the only hint of color in a room of creams and tans.

“The decorator planned the theme of the house around tranquility,” Bitsy offered by way of explanation.

“She was obviously addicted to sedatives.”

“He was quite expensive.” Andrew’s tone was stiff.

“He had to pay for all those sedatives somehow.” Kat stood her ground.

“The truck’s bringing your things on Monday, isn’t it? Feel free to change whatever you want to. I certainly want you to feel comfortable while you’re here,” Andrew offered.

Kat nodded an acknowledgment. “Thanks.” Exactly where would her flea market rocker fit into this urbanely somnolent room?

Jackson cleared his throat. “If you two could just sign the papers, it’s probably best to get this out of the way before the J.P. gets here.”

Kat released Toto from his leash and moved over to Jackson’s side. She picked up a copy of the contract and began to read.

Jackson interrupted her. “Just sign on the back page. It’s all there.”

The doorbell pealed, reinforcing his directive. Even though Harry Murdoch, the justice of the peace, was known for being closemouthed, they wanted this contract out of sight when he entered.

She hastily scribbled her name, Katrina Anastasia Hamilton Devereaux, for the last time and, with rock-steady hands, passed the pen to Andrew, who followed suit.

Jackson and Edward breathed a collective sigh of relief as they stuffed the papers back into briefcases, closed them and slipped them out of sight. Bitsy backed into the corner to get a better photo angle. Kat simply stood and admired the rear view of the man about to become her temporary husband as he crossed the room to answer the door.

“BY THE POWER INVESTED IN ME by the state of Florida, I now pronounce you man and wife,” intoned Harry Murdoch. No organ broke into “Oh, Promise Me.” Toto’s snoring provided the only background accompaniment.

Despite the unusual circumstances of their nuptials, four pairs of expectant eyes watched Kat and Andrew. He turned her to face him, his hands wrapped around her bare arms. Andrew’s expression remained unfathomable, but his intention was clear as he bent his head toward her. Standing on tiptoe, Kat braced her hands against his broad shoulders and met him halfway.

At first pass, it was the briefest brushing of mouths, the merest tempting taste that left her hungry for more. She sought more, reveling in the taste of him, the hard, masculine line of his mouth against the full softness of hers. Andrew tangled his hand in her hair and pulled her closer.

Kat went willingly.

She sighed softly as his tongue teased against the corner of her mouth. She saw stars behind her closed lids.

A cough interrupted the sensual daze enveloping her. She opened her eyes as another star flashed by in the form of Bitsy and her camera.

For the briefest second she recognized the passion darkening Andrew’s eyes as equal to her own before it vanished beneath his cool composure. He disentangled his hand from her hair, the loss of his touch leaving her oddly bereft. She absolutely could not, would not, should not crave his touch. That was not part of the deal. That could lead straight to that excessive business she was determined to avoid.

While Andrew shook hands with Harry and thanked him for performing the ceremony on such short notice, Jackson wrapped her in a congratulatory hug.

He muttered in her ear, “That was some show, sis.”

“I told you he was a hell of a kisser,” Kat murmured in return. Good grief, if he was half as good at the rest of it…

Jackson released her, feigning disgust.

Bitsy embraced her with open arms. “I can’t believe it! We started out as friends and now we’re sisters-in-law!”

Kat held her close, touched by Bitsy’s obvious pleasure in her becoming a family member, however temporary. “Better keep thinking of me as a friend, since we’ll remain friends a lot longer than sisters-in-law.”

Bitsy quizzed her with a raised brow and a knowing smile. Kat felt herself blush to the roots of her flaming red hair. Even though she and Andrew were physically compatible, Bitsy needed to remember that had nothing to do with a real marriage. And anyway, Kat wasn’t looking for a real marriage.

“There’s a hormonal attraction. I’ll grant you that, but that’s all it is.”

Bitsy’s brow slid up another notch.

Harry Murdoch was occupied with Andrew across the room. Still she lowered her voice. “Don’t be goofy, Bitsy. You know I’m not looking for a real marriage, and neither is your brother. Remember, we’ve got a plan here, an agreement. Andrew and I are simply taking care of mutual needs in a slightly unorthodox but relatively uncomplicated manner.”

Bitsy, ever playful, looked uncharacteristically serious. “Perhaps you’ll take care of needs the other one doesn’t know exists.”

Kat refused to touch that with a ten-foot pole. “What? Is my new husband a gourmet cook?”

Bitsy’s smile acknowledged Kat’s attempt to lighten the conversation. “Andrew screws up making Jell-O.”

Kat flopped onto the beige leather sofa. “We’re doomed. You know what a lousy cook I am.”

“Nah, Mrs. Fitzwillie will save you.”

“Mrs. Fitz-who?”

“Fitzwillie. She comes five days a week and takes care of the house and laundry. Lucky for you two culinary inepts, she also takes care of all the cooking. She even stockpiles food for the weekends when she’s off. And then there’s Anton. He’s a dear old man who works part-time as the gardener.”

Kat brightened considerably. “Maybe it won’t be too bad living in the tranquil palace after all.”

She missed Bitsy’s response. Andrew caught and held her attention as he escorted Harry Murdoch to the door. Standing on the other side of the aquarium, he seemed a part of the exotic seascape. With his broad-shouldered good looks, he could have been Neptune commanding the depths.

“Yeah, and I’m Charlie Tuna,” Kat muttered to herself.

“Huh?”

“It’s actually a bit disconcerting.” She continued her solo conversation.

Bitsy waved a hand in front of Kat’s face. “Earth to Kat. What’s disconcerting?”

“Andrew.”

As if he knew he was the object of discussion, he watched Kat and Bitsy from across the room even after he joined Edward and Jackson. Kat refused to back down from his inscrutable gaze. After what seemed like minutes but proved only seconds, he shifted his attention to the two men beside him.

“Andrew? How’s that?”

“It’s those damn fish and his music.”

“What’ve you got against those poor fish? And what music?”

Kat realized she may have made a slight tactical error. She’d taken Andrew Martin Winthrop III at face value. Slotted him into a neat little box. She didn’t like finding parts that didn’t fit.

She eyed Bitsy accusingly. “The fish are so…so…well…alive. And did you know he likes jazz music?”

“Kat, it’s an aquarium. It would be really weird if the fish weren’t alive, and yeah, I guess I knew Andrew liked jazz. What’s the big deal? Are you feeling okay?”

Kat gulped in a deep breath. Bitsy was absolutely right. She was overreacting. She needed to listen to her behavior tape again!

“Sorry. You’re right. It’s no big deal. I guess I’m more keyed up about today than I realized.”

Andrew, Edward and Jackson joined them. Kat deliberately avoided glancing at Andrew, as if she’d have a clue what was going on behind his shuttered gray eyes.

Edward took Bitsy by the arm. “Well, we’ll be going now.”

“But what about the champagne?”

Edward tugged her to her feet. “The baby-sitter needs us, dear.”

“But I called just before the ceremony and everything was fine.”

Edward hustled her toward the door, leaving Andrew, Kat and Jackson to trail behind. “And I called just a few minutes ago, and she needs us home as soon as possible.”

Edward opened the front door, hugged Kat, shook hands with Andrew and Jackson, and urged his wife outside.

Bitsy grabbed a gift-wrapped package off the front seat, which she thrust at Kat and Andrew. “But they need to unwrap their wedding gift…”

“Say goodbye, Bitsy.”

Kat elbowed Andrew and Jackson. The trio called out in unison, “Goodbye, Bitsy.”

“Funny. Very funny,” Bitsy managed before Edward stuffed her into the car. She winked knowingly at Kat from the passenger seat. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

Jackson cleared his throat. “I need to get going, as well.”

Andrew shook his hand, every inch the gracious host. “Thanks for coming on such short notice. We’d love for you to stop by whenever you can. And now if you’ll excuse me, I have to make a phone call.”

Kat would bet the farm there was no phone call. He was allowing her a private goodbye with her brother.

Jackson stopped short of a hug and squeezed her shoulder instead. “Just let me know if you ever need any help, kid.”

Jackson’s concern rendered Kat perilously close to tears. “Thanks, I will. And Jackie?”

“Yeah?”

She offered a gentle shove out the door. “Don’t call me kid.”

He laughed. “Okay. Okay. Don’t forget to tell the parents before tomorrow’s paper comes out.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll call right now.”

“Better you than me.”

Kat closed the door and turned around to face her new husband. She held out the gift. “Bitsy’s your sister, so why don’t you do the honors?”

“Go ahead.”

She shoved the package at him. Since it was from Bitsy, there was no telling what might be inside. “Really. You open it.”

“Okay. I’ll bite.” Andrew tore off the paper and lifted the box top.

How prophetic. From one finger dangled his and her matching edible underwear.

“DO YOU WANT TO GET the phone calls out of the way first, or would you prefer a quick tour of the house?”

“I’d rather get the phone calls over with.”

“There’s a phone over there, or you can call from the study if you want privacy.”

Kat shrugged. “I’ll call from here. Everything’s been out in the open so far. I don’t see the need to start keeping secrets.”

Andrew reminded himself that the secret he kept from her was for the good of the child they were planning. Kat curled up in a chair and punched a series of numbers into the portable phone. Andrew attempted to study her with detachment.

He noted again that Kat Dever…make that Kat Winthrop… was no beauty. In fact, she bordered on plain with her freckles and the pugnacious set of her jaw. Her legs were good, lovely even, but he’d seen better. God knows she didn’t attempt flattery. So what was it about his new wife that had made him forget their audience when he kissed her? Why did he ache now for another taste of her lips?

Kat looked at him strangely and he realized he was staring. “That was a wash.”

“Huh?” Now that sounded like a successful attorney.

“Dad and Phoebe weren’t in. I left a message with Hayes-he’s the butler who came with Phoebe when she married Dad-but I’ll be surprised if I hear from him today.”

“Will he be upset tomorrow when he finds out we got married without him present?”

“You’ve got to be kidding! Dad’ll be upset because I’m in the news and it might reflect on him. I could convert to Buddhism and move to Tibet, and Dad wouldn’t care as long as it was quiet and didn’t reflect on the Hamilton name.”

An odd note colored her voice; odder still, Andrew felt an alien urge to comfort her. “Maybe you simply misread him.”

Kat snorted. “Nope. Dad laid a solid case of blame on me for the bad press when Nick embezzled those millions and then walked out on me.”

Andrew glimpsed old hurt in the rigid set of her shoulders. It wasn’t difficult to imagine Rand Hamilton blaming his daughter instead of standing by her. Since they were both attorneys, he’d had some dealings with Rand in the past. Andrew had always considered him a bastard, he just hadn’t known how much of one.

And how had she wound up married to someone like Nick Devereaux? “Did you love him?”

Surprise widened her azure eyes. The question astonished Andrew. How she felt about her first husband should mean nothing to him.

“It was a long time ago and I was young.”

Kat’s non-answer told everything. Not that it mattered to him anyway.

Andrew lowered himself to the sofa, automatically creasing his trousers.

Kat thrust the phone toward him. “Your turn.”

Andrew declined. “A.W. and Mother are entertaining our esteemed senator this afternoon on their boat. I guess we’ll both break the news later in the day.”

“I’ve still got another call. I have a mother you know.” She punched in a series of numbers.

“The one with the dead president and Russian nobility fixations.”

“One and the same. Hello, Mom?…yes, I know I should’ve told you I was seeing someone. But, I need to tell you…yes, Mom, he is quite a looker, but I need to tell you…”

Apparently even the loquacious Kat was no match for her mother. Kat heaved a sigh and took a deep breath, straining her breasts against the bright blue dress and accelerating his pulse.

“Mom, I’m married,” she announced. “What do you mean who? Of course the one with his hand on my thigh!”

From his seat on the couch, Andrew heard the warbled tone on the other end of the line escalate in volume. Kat held the phone away from her ear.

“Today…yes, I know you’re going out of town for the week.” She threw Andrew a panicked look and motioned frantically. “My new phone number? Okay, I’ll hold while you get a pen and paper.” She covered the mouthpiece and hissed, “Quick, what’s your number? I can’t not know your number…our number…if I just married you.”

Andrew scribbled the number on the back of a magazine off the end table.

Kat grabbed it from him as he wrote the final number and relayed it to her mother. She wrote a single word and shoved it at him.

Birthday?

He mouthed the information and she repeated it into the phone. “Okay, call me when you get to California and get settled in.”

She clicked the off button and rubbed the back of her neck. The same neck he remembered as warm and silky. “Whew. At least that’s over.”

“What’s the birthday all about?”

Kat launched herself out of the chair. “Numerology. She and my stepfather leave this afternoon for a New Age convention in California. She wanted to get a fix on your numbers on the way out.”

He’d heard of mismatched couples, but Kat’s parents won the prize. “She was married to Rand?”

“The numerology came after the divorce, but they’re a case in point. Opposites may attract, but it’s only for a short period of time.”

Andrew reasoned the attraction he felt for his wife was novel. Kat Devereaux Winthrop stood apart from any woman he’d met before. So he was attracted to her quirkiness. Unusual on his part, but not totally irrational. He further reasoned the novelty would wear off quick enough and he’d be back on an even keel.

He hoped it was damn soon.

KAT TRAILED DOWN THE HALL behind Andrew, the plush beige carpet absorbing their steps. Aside from the overwhelming neutrality of the interior, the house was quite lovely. A long rectangle, all interior rooms opened onto a central courtyard with a small garden pond.

The home tour was almost over and Kat vowed not to walk behind Andrew once she knew her way around. It was too darned distracting-which was why she didn’t hear what he said. She was too busy appreciating the immediate view.

“Huh?”

Andrew stopped abruptly and Kat plowed into him. She latched onto the first thing she came in contact with to steady herself. Taut, firm buttocks tightened under her touch. She resisted the urge to squeeze, instead dropping her hands to her side immediately.

“Sorry about that. Um, what were you saying?”

Andrew turned to face her and the hallway seemed to shrink considerably. “I said, this is our room.”

He threw open the door behind him and ushered her inside. A general impression of more of the same hit her, but the bed captured her attention. Swathed in yards of mosquito netting draped from the ceiling, it dominated one wall. Kind of erotic that netting…visions of her and Andrew playing a private game of Tarzan and Jane beckoned like a jumbo pack of double-stuffed Oreos.

“Our as in yours and whose?”

“Our as in yours and mine.”

Kat quivered at the thought of those tight buns snuggled up next to her every night. “Um, thanks, but that’s really not necessary. You’ve got plenty of space and I’ll be happy in any of your guest rooms.” She’d bargained for sharing a house when they got married. She’d even bargained for sleeping together-after all, she intended to make a baby-but sharing a bedroom for however long she was here insured an intimacy she hadn’t bargained on.

“Absolutely out of the question.”

She didn’t care for his tone. “Why? Give me one good reason.”

“I could give you several, but for starters I refuse to have Mrs. Fitzwillie speculating as to why we don’t share a room.”

“So, for your pride’s sake we have to-”

Andrew cut her off. “No. My pride plays a secondary role, but Mrs. Fitzwillie would be devastated if she found out I’d entered into an arrangement.” His entire countenance softened. “Her husband died just before she came to work for me. They didn’t have any children and she was lonely. In the past nine years, she’s been more like a mother to me than my own mother.”

Well, Kat wasn’t exactly thrilled about disappointing a nice little old lady-especially one who cooked-but there had to be a way around sharing a bed with this man on a nightly basis. She knew herself. Too much of a good thing… “I could get up before she gets here and she’d never know.”

“She’d know.” Andrew advanced until he stood before her. He clamped his hands on her shoulders and drew her to him. His voice lowered to a provocative level. “For Mrs. Fitzwillie to believe anything less than we’re passionately, head-over-heels in love is not acceptable.” His hands slid to her upper arms in a caress.

Expensive cologne mingled with his essential maleness, the heady scent intoxicating her. Even as she swayed toward him, she objected, “I’m not sure either one of us is up to pretending to be head-over-heels in love.”

His breath brushed the planes of her face as he lowered his mouth to hers. “Then we’ll just have to practice.”

His lips nuzzled and nipped at hers until she responded to his sensual coaxing. His tongue teased the moist heat of her mouth and her nipples tightened in desire of such ministrations. An aching lethargy unfurled between her thighs.

The giving, generous kiss brought to mind his consideration for Mrs. Fitzwillie. Kat anticipated cool courtesy for his employee, but his tender concern dismayed her. The thought had her wriggling out of his arms and stepping out of reach.

His eyes questioned her. The hand he ran through his midnight-black hair trembled.

“I’ll do my best to uphold my end with Mrs. Fitzwillie.” Her own hand proved unsteady as she combed her fingers through her hair, but she strove for a flippant tone. “And we’ll share this bed, but just for the record, Toto always sleeps in my room.”

“Not on the bed.”

“No, he has his own bed, but in the room.” Kat swallowed a smirk. One night of Toto’s snoring and Andrew would beg her to move into a guest room.

“Okay.”

Kat backed toward the bedroom door. “I’ll go get my suitcase.”

“Can I help?” Every vestige of softness and passion had vanished, replaced by his customary cool and correct demeanor.

She heaved a sigh of relief. This was the Andrew she knew and didn’t find dangerously endearing.

“No, that’s not necessary.” She knew she had to clamp down on thoughts of me Jane, you Tarzan and strategically draped mosquito netting. “Oh, and unless I’m ovulating, we don’t need to bother with sex.”

She closed the door behind her on the thick silence.

Sometimes self-preservation was a bitch.