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      CHAPTER THREE

      LOGAN had a rare appreciation for fiery women. He hadn’t expected the very proper, coolly composed Ms. Ryan to have that spark. Until today, she’d appeared meek and maybe a little too self-sacrificing. She’d seemed almost too much a Polly Pureheart for his personal taste, yet all the qualities he’d seen would do to make a fair, easily managed wife. He’d thought her full potential could be brought out and molded, that he could solve a lot of problems by getting her to marry him.

      But then he’d seen that fire and it interested him. The lady had a temper, and she wasn’t quite the meek Goody Two-shoes he’d taken her for—the meek Goody Two-shoes he’d felt so guilty for squashing in court, the Goody Two-shoes he’d felt so guilty for taking the kid away from.

      But she’d marry him now however angry she was, he was certain of it. And it eased his conscience to find out she wasn’t quite the gracious loser he’d thought, though he planned to reward her handsomely for losing to him. She’d be glad to raise the boy and grateful to do it, she’d enjoy having a fine house and all the money she wanted.

      Though she probably couldn’t tell by how he’d acted today, he knew how to treat a lady like a queen, he knew how to satisfy one in bed.

      As long as none of that required him to involve his heart, he could afford to be magnanimous. Besides, now that he’d got custody of Cliff’s boy and he was safely under his roof, Logan was ready to have other heirs. It bothered him that he and Cody were the last of the Texas Pierces. The only way to remedy that was to have more kids. Two or three besides Cody would be an impressive start.

      The three months of marriage he’d planned to have with Claire before a conception, would ensure that Cody would be the right age by the time another baby arrived. After all, three years between kids seemed to be considerate to the mother. And now that Claire Ryan was here and she’d passed muster, there was no reason to delay since Cody had already turned two.

      He’d allow Claire a few minutes of privacy with the boy, then he’d drive them all into town to get the marriage license before the courthouse closed for the day. Because she might be too proud to have folks find out the reason for her sudden marriage, Claire surely wouldn’t want an elaborate wedding.

      And a wait would cause a separation from the boy that he was also certain she wouldn’t want. If they got the license today, they might be able to go ahead with the formalities in the next few days. He knew most of the judges in this part of Texas. If Claire would rather have a preacher do the ceremony, he’d look one up.

      Satisfied with what he’d accomplished, Logan picked up the file and carried it back to lock in his desk. He paused to glance through the prenuptial agreement he’d had his lawyer draw up earlier in the week, but elected to leave it locked in the drawer with the file.

      In it was the promise to allow Claire to adopt Cody. If she’d marry him without forcing him to sign this, he’d feel more comfortable. Not even he wanted to start a marriage with a prenup if word of honor was enough. And, there was always the chance that he’d misjudged Claire completely. If he had, then a break of her vows would entitle him to break his word to her.

      He felt a nettle of guilt over that, but there were certain women who couldn’t be trusted. Claire Ryan appeared completely trustworthy, but then, so had his mother. He’d trusted her too, though he’d been a naive little boy at the time. He’d been too trusting and naive a couple of times when he’d been in his early twenties, but he’d wised up. At thirty-two, he was years past that kind of foolishness.

      Nowadays, he automatically conferred skepticism and mistrust on any woman he was interested in, unless she proved herself undeserving of it. Cody’s mother, Farrah, hadn’t had a scrap of honor, so he was rightly cautious of Claire, whatever he’d been able to find out about her.

      Claire Ryan still had a few things to prove to him before he’d feel comfortable allowing her to adopt Cody. Whatever he’d said to her about her ability to live up to her commitments, he’d seen that mutinous flare in her pretty blue eyes. He’d known the moment he’d seen it that she was capable of filing for divorce once Cody became her legal son.

      Which would defeat the purpose of marrying her to solve his problems with his nephew and to have a wife to get heirs. And, Claire wasn’t quite the shy submissive flower he’d taken her for. The woman had managed to say a couple of things that had made his conscience squirm.

      But then, he’d blindsided her with this, and she was upset. He’d allow her to blow off a little steam because her temper didn’t trouble him. He’d braced himself for tears, so it was a distinct relief that she’d merely shown anger. At least he knew she had enough pride not to automatically resort to tears to get her way.

      Logan finished with the paperwork he’d been doing when Claire and the boy had arrived, then went in search of his bride-to-be. He remembered she’d left her things beside the chair, so he went back to the den for them.

      He found her in Cody’s room, where she was sitting on the floor cross-legged with the boy in her lap as they looked through one of the oversized picture books he’d had the decorator supply.

      Claire was dressed conservatively in a long-sleeved white blouse that was tucked into her belted and neatly creased khaki slacks. She’d worn simple sandals and had painted her toenails a tasteful pink. Her hair was a rich, dark brown, but her skin was city pale.

      She had fine, even facial features, fairly straight teeth, but she wore almost no makeup. With a little effort and a more stylish haircut than the simple straight hair that fell to the top of her shoulder blades, she’d be striking. He noted again that she was petite and well-proportioned, but it was her long legs and her tantalizingly full breasts that he appreciated most.

      He hadn’t needed an investigator to tell him that she was nothing like her promiscuous stepsister. Though he was far from handsome, he knew the look women got when they had certain thoughts. Claire hadn’t shown even an inkling of those. She was either not attracted to him at all or she didn’t have enough experience to automatically consider him in terms of a potential affair.

      And that was another reason he’d chosen her. The moment a woman found out he was rich and single, she zeroed in. Claire didn’t seem at all interested in either him or his money, apart from how it affected the boy, and her chaste lifestyle was one he automatically respected.

      He figured because of her reaction to him so far that she’d never fall wildly in love with him, which was fine. He wouldn’t feel as if he’d cheated her when he didn’t love her wildly back.

      Claire looked up to see him in the doorway, and he noted the subtle way she stiffened. The boy must have felt it because he looked up to peer over the top of the oversized book. The moment he saw Logan, Cody turned in Claire’s lap to bury his face shyly in her shirtfront. She calmly closed the book and set it on the bookshelf behind her.

      Leery of startling the boy, Logan kept his voice low. “Is

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