Her Forbidden Bridegroom - Susan Fox

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she wasn’t a liar—or at least that she was willing to have her honesty put to a definitive test. Perhaps it was good that he’d left the check. It would feel even better giving it back to him a second time than it had the first.

      “I’m fine,” Lorna said. “Pretty great, actually. I’ll tell you all about it over pizza. You can choose the toppings this time.”

      “Sounds good. You want to call or should I?”

      “I’ll buy, so you can make the call.”

      While they waited for their pizza to be delivered, Lorna began to tell her dearest friend almost everything about Mitch Ellery. Almost everything, but the stunning attraction she felt.

      Why she suddenly couldn’t confess that one thing when she’d confessed nearly everything else in her life to Melanie—was a surprise.

      If not for this thing with Kendra, I might have found you…interesting.

      It shocked her to realize how tantalizing that was. And how much she’d like to be the focus of his interest.

      Mitch’s iron-willed protectiveness toward her sister—even though it was aimed at protecting her sister from her—was as much an indication of his character as his formidable personality and his reluctant, kind care when she’d fainted.

      Men like Mitch Ellery were all too rare; she’d understood that five years ago. He’d scared her then, and he’d scared her today. But the glimpse of tenderness in him tonight had deeply affected her.

      I might have found you…interesting.

      What would it have been like to capture his interest? If she’d caught his eye in the usual way women caught men’s eyes, what would he have been like? There was a certain rough-edged gallantness about him, and even as they’d shaken hands that day when he was clearly furious to see her, his grip had been gentle. And he’d touched her tonight in the most tender way.

      For a man of his size and brute strength, the contrast between his power and his touch was breathtaking. The memory made her skin tingle as it had then. What would it be like to have someone like Mitch Ellery in her life?

      Eventually her speculation waned. The truth was, she hadn’t got his attention in the usual way. His mission—and he’d made that mission shockingly clear—was to bribe her to leave San Antonio.

      A whisper of fresh fear skimmed over her heart. If Doris wouldn’t do her part with the blood test, it was certain Mitch would bring some other pressure to bear if she didn’t quit her job and clear out.

      Wealthy, powerful tyrants like Mitch Ellery had a legion of legal help at their fingertips. And men like him were socially influential. The right word in the right ear could destroy everything she’d worked so hard to get and ruin her chances for good things for a long time to come.

      Choose a happy life, Miz Farrell.

      The silly half-fantasy about winning his interest suddenly seemed as foolish as it was futile. She must have hit her head harder than she’d thought. By the time her friend had gone home, Lorna was caught in a grip of melancholy that grew so dismal later that she laid in the dark a long time and worried about what more Mitch Ellery could do to force her out of her sister’s life.

      CHAPTER THREE

      LORNA slept in that next morning to make up for her lost sleep. After a late breakfast of cold pizza, she started a load of laundry in the small washer in an alcove of her bathroom. Frustrated that Mitch dominated her thoughts, she threw herself into her Saturday chores before she left the apartment to run errands.

      She dropped off clothes at the dry cleaners and picked up the batch she’d left there the Saturday before. A fast trip to Wal-Mart was followed by another to her favorite grocery store to take care of the shopping she’d not had time for on her way home last night. It was midafternoon when she got home.

      Living alone and having to carry everything across the mostly full parking lot and up a flight of stairs in one trip was a challenge that was also part of Lorna’s normal routine.

      After draping her dry cleaning over her arm and carefully gathering up the handles to the various plastic bags that contained her purchases, she made her way across the sun-scorched parking lot to the back door of the building. She’d reached the sidewalk when a big man came around the corner and strode purposely toward her.

      Mitch Ellery was dressed like a real cowboy in a blue plaid shirt and denim jeans worn soft. The black Stetson he wore had a more common look than his pearl-gray one, and the black boots he had on today carried the scuff marks of daily wear.

      From the stern line of his harsh mouth and the faint scowl that darkened his gaze beneath the hat brim, he looked like he meant business. If he’d been wearing a six-shooter, the black Stetson combined with his tough-guy ruggedness would have made him look like an Old West outlaw.

      His dark eyes showed a gleam of disapproval. “You gotta lazy man’s load,” he said bluntly as he smoothly relieved her of everything but the dry cleaning.

      Lorna’s quick move to snatch back the bags was quelled by his curt, “I’ve got ’em.”

      “I haven’t invited you in, Mr. Ellery. Nor do I plan to.” She gave him a stiff smile as she again reached to hook her fingers through the handles of the plastic bags to reclaim them. “But thanks for the show of chivalry.”

      The minute her fingers were laced through the handles, Mitch shifted his grip, managing to neatly trap them. Tiny shocks radiated from his firm hold and her wide gaze flashed up to the glittering darkness in his.

      “We can either stand here the rest of the afternoon, or you can invite me in,” he growled.

      “We have nothing to say to each other, so there’s no reason to invite you to do anything but leave.” Lorna straightened her fingers to tug them free of the bag handles, but Mitch’s grip was too strong.

      “You and I need to talk.”

      His expression was grim and Lorna sensed a new threat. “The only thing I want to hear from you is the date and time for the blood test.”

      “You’ll hear from me Monday about that. Right now, we’ve got a new problem.”

      Lorna did her best to appear unimpressed. She heard his frustration with her when he added darkly, “It’s about Kendra.”

      As if he knew she’d cave in at the mention of Kendra and a problem, he loosened his grip on her fingers. Lorna pulled free. “What about Kendra? Nothing’s happened, has it?”

      Now his harsh look eased fractionally. “No problem beyond a damned fool idea that involves you. Which is why we’ll have a talk. Now.”

      Relieved Kendra was all right, Lorna decided that she’d had enough of his dictates.

      “Listen, Mr. Ellery. You might give orders at your ranch, but you aren’t allowed to rule the world. Whether you have a particle of respect for me or not, you’ll at least go through the verbal motions of good manners or you’ll be invited to go straight to hell.”

      The faint shock that showed on his face for a space of a second was wiped away by a mighty frown. He hadn’t expected her to stand up to him and he clearly didn’t like it. She’d never in her life spoken to anyone like that, but something in his autocratic manner warned that she’d better learn to or he’d run over her without a second thought.

      His expression went stony. The time it took him to swallow his pride and make an effort to frame a proper request seemed insultingly long.

      Which sent her temper soaring. “You can either sit my bags on the sidewalk for someone else or you can keep them.”

      She turned then and dug her key out of her pocket. Since his hostage takeover of her purchases wouldn’t work on her, he could decide if he liked the food and the toothpaste and toiletries from Wal-Mart enough to be stuck with

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