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  He slid her a look, then faced her. "You've got more to say, I can tell. Go on."

  "I don't think you're looking for deep, so you're not getting deep."

  "I'd like to get married some day."

  She laughed outright and didn't see his offended look as she walked past and looked out the window for her date. Only Luc's Jaguar was parked in front of the house. She swung around as he made himself at home on her sofa.

  "I don't want to be alone forever, you know."

  Alone? Never. Single? Oh, yes, she thought. "Okay, if that's true then date women who are marriage material, for heaven's sake. From my perspective, your selection almost guarantees a breakup."

  He looked up from peeling the label off the beer bottle, and those blue eyes caught her dead in the heart. God, he was so sexy.

  "Luc, honey." She crossed to the sofa and sat beside him. "You're committed to your career far more than anything else."

  "Am not."

  "Really? You've been back nearly two years and I've seen you twice a month, maybe. And just why did Denise—"

  "Diane—"

  "Diane dump you?"

  "Tired of me canceling or leaving in the middle of a date to get to the hospital." His dark brows drew down. Maybe she had something there. But Diane did mention Angela a couple times when they were dismantling their relationship, and Luc knew she'd been jealous. Was he using his job to protect himself from actually making a commitment like marriage? "She's dating Arty now."

  Arthur was the podiatrist at the hospital, she recalled. "See there, one of the marriageable ones would understand, be supportive. And marriage is more than a home-cooked meal and getting your dry cleaning picked up, Luc. Lord, you go through women like diet sodas. It's disgusting."

  He resented that. He wasn't that bad. "Look who's talking. What about Andrew?"

  "That was two months ago." She made a see-what-I-mean face. "Besides, he thought that because I'm AJ at Midnight, giving advice to lovelorn over the radio, it meant I knew everything there was about sex."

  His features sharpened. "Did he try something?"

  "Yeah, a lot," she said with feeling. "But I beat him off with an ugly stick."

  He grinned. "I'll just bet you did."

  The sound of a car pulling into the driveway was accompanied by the flash of headlights through the windows. Angela stood, grabbing her shawl and throwing it over her shoulders.

  Lucas nearly swallowed his tongue.

  "What's the matter? Is it too short? You can't see the tops of my stockings, can you?"

  She walked to the hall mirror and tried to get a look at her hem. Luc moved behind her, and when she looked up, she caught his gaze in the reflection. Her heart instantly skipped to her throat. She'd never seen him stare at her like that, not since they were teenagers.

  "Lucas … you're looking at me like you want to get me out of my panties."

  His gaze shot to hers, and for a second they just stared, then he walked closer, giving her a sexy half-smile. "I've always wanted you out of them, darlin', except you're too good a woman for a guy like me."

  "A pediatrician, financially stable, not too hard on the eyes? Oh, yeah, you're a real bottom of the barrel loser."

  "You say that now, but I like fried frog legs and I know how you feel about that."

  She shivered with revulsion. "You're right," she said. "I'd have to kick you out first time you brought that gunk within smelling distance." She tossed the edge of the shawl over her shoulder and snatched her evening bag. "Let's be friends, huh?"

  Friends. Why didn't that satisfy him as it usually had, he wondered as she kissed him quick and sweet. The urge to pull her close surged through him. He smashed it down and wondered where his mind had gone to live, because it sure as hell wasn't in his head right now.

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  Chapter 2

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  "Whoa, wait a second." In Angela's kitchen, Katherine Davenport set the untouched coffee cup she'd been holding aside. "You are planning on having a child alone, with no husband. In the south!"

  Angela winced at the censure in her voice. "Kat, this is the twenty-first century, for pity's sake. I have a good job and a nice house and I will be able to work any hours I need to."

  "My sorority sister has simply lost her mind." Kat grabbed her arm and led her to the kitchen table. "Sit."

  Angela obeyed. "I take it you don't approve."

  "It's not my place to do that, but think of the repercussions."

  "I have, ever since it ended with Eric last year."

  "He wasn't good enough for you."

  "Lord, you sound like my father. I loved him, Kat. I loved him more than any man. And I thought we wanted the same things till I thought I was pregnant and told him." Angela sipped her coffee, then set the cup down, the year-old heartache of his betrayal bruising her all over again. "I don't think I've ever been dumped quite that fast. Must have been a record." Eric had been furious, blaming her, accusing her of trapping him, and he was gone before she knew if she was truly pregnant or not. It wasn't like he hadn't participated, and though it turned out to be a scare, the entire incident made her see how selfish he had been. He would have made a lousy father, anyway.

  "He wasn't good enough for you, and that proved it."

  "I know, but my heart didn't listen for a long time."

  "Does Lucas know what happened?"

  "Yes." Her lips curved a bit. "He wanted to beat the daylights out of him. Instead he beat him at baseball."

  "What will Lucas say about artificial insemination?" Retrieving her coffee, Kat slid into the opposite chair.

  "Lucas isn't going to know."

  Kat's eyes went wide. "Oh, you can't be serious. He's your best friend."

  "That's only half of it."

  Kat leaned over the table, reaching for Angela's hand and giving it a squeeze. "Talk to me, sugah."

  Angela swore she was going to keep this to herself, but the secret felt like a shook bottle of champagne inside her just waiting for its cork to loosen. And she could trust Katherine. "I don't want to tell him, and you must promise he won't learn it from you."

  Kat crossed her heart. "Nothing shy of torture would get it out of me."

  Angela smiled. "My decision would not go over well with him. At all. He was abandoned, forced to live on the streets till the county picked him up and threw him in Anchorage House." The day she'd first seen him came back with the same hard blow to her middle. The epitome of teenage tall, dark and mean as hell, she thought, wearing worn jeans and a tight T-shirt. His shoes were nearly soleless, and he was angry, so angry at the world. "He gets a little nuts when it comes to children. He doesn't want a single one to have to live like he did." Her smile was tender. "I guess that's why he became a doctor. And if he sees one who's been abused—" She shook her head. "He doesn't even want any of his own, Kat. What does that tell you?"

  "He's scared he'll do the same thing his parents did." Kat filled it in.

  "He wouldn't, I know him. I know him better than he knows himself." She sighed. "But there is no convincing him, either, and that has nothing to do with my decision. Luc has his life and I have mine. And while I don't want him to be angry with me, this is something I want very badly. It's my life, my choice. I've never been that career-minded or I would have used my psychology degree for something more than a love-advice radio show on a country and western station." She paused to sip her coffee. "Don't get me wrong. I love my work, and the celebrity status has its perks, but I would give it all up to fall in love with the right man and have babies." When Katherine simply stared, she added, "Is that so antiquated that I've left you speechless?"

  Katherine blinked and swallowed. "I know what you mean," she said hoarsely.

  Angela leaned over her coffee cup, meeting Kat's gaze. "I want to be a mom. I want a child. I would rather have a husband who thinks I am the shiznit of all women and a marriage license to prove it, but that's not a requirement. I am going to have my own family."
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  "I guess coming from such a great pair like your parents, it's only natural."

  She shrugged. "That might have something to do with it. Lord knows I love my brothers and sisters and their kids, but it's not enough. I'm ready to love, Kat. I'm ready."

  "Ready for what?"

  Both women looked up to find Lucas standing at the kitchen door.

  Angela paled. "Ready for a vacation," she lied, smiling and wondering how much he'd heard.

  "Well, include me, Ange." He stepped inside, brushing a kiss to Angela's cheek, then winking at Katherine. "Hey, Kat. You look great."

  "Thank you, sugah, nice to hear it from such a handsome devil," Katherine said, bringing her empty cup to the sink.

  Angela craned her neck to look up at him, recognizing the tension in his features. "Wanna talk about it?"

  "Nah. It'd just tick me off." He sniffed the air with great exaggeration. "What's cooking?"

  She stood. "Ahh, so that's why you stopped by. Begging for a meal, huh?"

  He met her gaze. "I was hoping you'd take pity on me."

  "I feel so used."

  "You are about the best cook I know."

  She went to the stove, then glanced back. "Other than me and my mom, how many women have cooked for you?"

  He thought about that. "None, actually."

  "Then I guess you're stuck with my Dad's daffodil chili, Ryder." She stirred the chili, turning down the fire.

  "I hope you brought some antacids," Kat said.

  "I know this doctor who'll give me some." He crossed to the stove, staring into the pot. "Feed me, woman, please."

  She elbowed him aside. "Watch it, buster." She said it with a smile so Lucas knew she wasn't going to deck him. Not that she could. She was just a little thing, he thought, watching her move around the kitchen. He helped her set the table while Katherine put bread in the oven to toast, but the kitchen was too small for three adults to be moving around so much. Angela handed them both a soda and ordered them out onto the back deck.

  Standing on the deck outside the kitchen, Lucas leaned his rear against the rail and looked at Katherine Davenport. He met her in college and knew her almost as long as he'd known Angela. Though she was only a couple years older than Angela, their sorority mother hen, he used to call her, she was every man's idea of southern grace: beautiful, poised, her long red hair swept in a twist, her clothes teal-colored and tailored to perfection. There wasn't an inch of her that wouldn't drive a man crazy with want nor be put off a little by her austere polish. Luc would bet his salary that she knew exactly which fork to use at a banquet, but then, he'd also seen her skin a rabbit faster than Angela's dad.

  A widow now, Katherine owned Wife Incorporated, a company of temporary wives-for-hire out of Savannah. Her employees were nannies, housekeepers, help for a widower, wedding consultants, even kid wranglers for busy moms. They were skilled in all those talents that usually came with a marriage license. And the business was a huge success. As he and Kat chatted a bit, a kernel of an idea pushed into his mind. Yet his attention drifted to Angela again and again. He stared at her through the glass doors as she put toasted bread on the table. She looked so cute in cutoffs and a T-shirt, a far cry from the sexy woman in black the other night. The reminder sent a charge of heat through his body, and he knew he needed to pull back from her until he could control his feelings. Until he understood what was going on inside him where she was concerned. Especially when he'd spent that night thinking about Randy Costa's hands on her, his mouth on hers and around midnight recognized he was actually jealous. It was a dangerous emotion for him to deal with when he'd had command of it since he was a kid. Still, he wondered why he was so hot for her now when he'd been around her most of his life. And he knew it went deeper than just sexual attraction, and he tried to understand, was desperate to understand, why his feelings for her had suddenly changed from best friends to even thinking about something more.

  His gaze swept over Angela as she filled water glasses. He'd thought long and hard about what she'd said the other night, about him dating women that would guarantee a breakup. He admitted that Diane had been less than supportive and couldn't see that his career meant everything to him. It was everything to him. He was sick of getting his heart broken because they didn't understand and decided to step back for a while, see what it was inside him that always chose the wrong woman. To see if maybe Angela had been right.

  As if she knew she was on his mind she looked up and smiled. Something hit him hard, dead center in his chest. He smiled back, and knew more than anything that he needed to step back from Angela. He had to quit popping by, bumming meals and griping over his breakups to her.

  "Give me one of your business cards, Kat," he said, abruptly looking away. He accepted the embossed card, stuffing it in his shirt pocket as he took a sip of soda. He didn't respond to Kat's quizzical expression. A wife for hire would have all the benefits of a wife—well, except for one—with none of the heartache, none of the feelings of being trapped. And it would separate him from Angela before he did something really stupid and destroyed the only relationship that had kept him sane for the past fifteen years.

  * * *

  It was bad enough that she'd turned thirty with all the hoopla of a Christmas parade, thanks to Lucas and her family. Now life was being downright mean. "Is this a cruel joke, Kat?" Angela said into her cell phone as she stood inside Luc's kitchen.

  "You know me better than that, darlin'. He asked for help a few days ago and you wanted something close by."

  "Close by, not close to home!"

  "There were no other jobs suited to the time frame you needed," Katherine said calmly. "This is perfect. Who else knows him better? You can do this without him ever knowing it's you."

  Katherine always was the eternal optimist, she thought. "I know, but—" How was she going to explain that being a wife for hire for Lucas was not what she had in mind? But she needed extra money for the procedures.

  "I can get you something else, Angela, but in your area, it might take a while."

  Angela sighed, glancing around. "At least he's not a major slob," she muttered into the phone. "And I know where everything is."

  "Good, then it will be great pay for little work."

  Angela agreed and said goodbye, then put her cell phone away. She needed the money and didn't care where it came from right now.

  She hunted through the lower cabinets for cleaning supplies and his pitifully stocked fridge and freezer for something to cook for supper. Oh, Lord, she thought. No wonder he stopped by her place so often. Poor darling, he didn't even know how to shop for groceries. And at his age! Angela set the frozen meat on the counter, then got to work cleaning his house. She'd been here often enough that it didn't feel strange working here, but tackling the dust bunnies was a job in itself. Later, in the early afternoon, she was dead tired, but satisfied. Chicken and dumplings simmered in a Crock-Pot she'd bet he didn't know he had, since it was still in the box, and she couldn't help but make the house look a little special. This was Lucas's place, after all, and she loved her best friend. He deserved something special.

  * * *

  A few hours later, Lucas stepped into his house and drew a deep breath, inhaling the aroma of something wonderful. Food. Cooked food, he thought with a smile. Leaving his briefcase at the door, he quickly investigated the house, instantly noticing how the wood banister shone, the floors gleamed. The house smelled of lemons and simmering chicken, and he was so eager to taste the supper that he burned his tongue. There was wine chilling, and his "wife" had stocked the fridge with food. He could get used to this, real easy. All the perks and none of the obligations. Or the hassles.

  Loosening his tie, he walked into his bedroom, feeling a little invaded when he noticed his laundry neatly folded in the drawers, his shirts pressed and hung in the closet. But it was such a relief not to have to hunt one down, or remember to pick them up from the cleaners, that he didn't care. It was like living in a hotel, his s
having gear neatly laid out and his bed turned down. He was certain this wasn't the norm for a housekeeper, but then what did he know.

  Boy, he owed Katherine big-time.

  Returning to the kitchen, he served up his dinner, flipped on the TV, kicked off his shoes, then sank into his sofa to eat. He was in bachelor heaven, he thought. But halfway through his dinner, Lucas stopped and looked around the living room. He felt suddenly terribly alone, and on instinct, he reached for the phone. He stilled, drawing his hand back. He wanted to talk to Angela, but she was likely sleeping since she DJ'd on the radio from midnight till five in the morning. Besides, the whole idea behind hiring a wife for hire was to give him some distance before he ruined everything.

  But he couldn't stop thinking about her, about how sexy and fresh she looked the other day when Katherine was over and last week when she was dressed to the nines for Randy. He frowned, wondering if she was still seeing Costa, and at the thought of her being with the man, something squeezed down on his chest, leaving him feeling chilled and angry. He set the plate on the table. Get a handle on this, he told himself. He'd known Angela most of his life. Okay, so he'd been away doing his internship and residency in California, but they'd kept in touch, visited each other often during the holidays. Yet for the past two years, since he'd been back home, Lucas knew he'd felt different. The other night, watching her getting ready for her date, was the first time he'd been really aware of the difference. And really aware of Angela as more than his friend. He hadn't seen his buddy then, he'd seen only the woman.

  Great. He'd tried to avoid this since high school, always tamping down his libido, satisfied with flirting and honored to just be with her. Her face loomed in his mind, her smile, the lush curve of her mouth, and he wondered what it would feel like to have an all-out hot-and-bothered kiss from her. To feel her body locked around his and taste her skin. Lucas leaned forward, bracing his elbows on his knees and cradling his face in his hands. This was not good. He could not risk his relationship with her. Because Lucas knew if he blew it and made a pass at her, and she turned him down, he would lose more than his closest friend. He would lose the only family he'd ever had.