Practice Husband

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“What Did You Have In Mind For Us To Do This Evening?”

Joe felt a sudden shock of desire slam through him at the thought of what he’d really like to do with her this evening. He’d like to take her home and kiss her senseless. To strip that dress off her and run his hands over her body.

There was no reason why he shouldn’t kiss her. Kissing was a normal part of dating, and this was supposed to be a date.

He hadn’t spent so much time aroused since he’d been a teenager. And he was finding it a damned uncomfortable state to be in. At least when he knew that he couldn’t follow his desires through to their logical end.

“I hadn’t really thought that far ahead.” He took refuge in a lie. “What would you like to do?”

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Practice Husband

Judith McWilliams

JUDITH McWILLIAMS

began to enjoy romances while in search of the proverbial “happily ever afters.” But she always found herself rewriting the endings, and eventually the beginnings, of the books she read. Then her husband finally suggested that she write novels of her own, and she’s been doing so ever since. An ex-teacher with four children, Judith has traveled the country extensively with her husband and has been greatly influenced by those experiences. But while not tending the garden or caring for family, Judith does what she enjoys most: writing. She has also written under the name Charlotte Hines.

Prologue

“Much as it pains me to admit it, Adelaide Edson, you have absolutely no calling to become a nun.”

Addy, well used to her aunt’s habit of speaking her thoughts aloud, ignored the comment and finished giving the DPT inoculation to the screaming toddler on the examining table.

“He’s in perfect health,” Addy said as she handed him to his young mother. “Bring him back in six weeks for his second set of inoculations. Sooner, if you’re worried about anything.”

“Thank you, Miss Addy. Sister Margaret.” The woman gave them a shy smile as she left.

Addy glanced around the empty tent in relief. “I was beginning to think we’d never get finished. I sure hope there’s some iced tea left in the cafeteria, because I’m dying for a glass.”

“What I want are a few answers,” Sister Margaret said as she helped Addy clean up the debris from the baby clinic.

Addy smiled affectionately at her. “Then why don’t you try asking a few questions?”

To Addy’s surprise, her aunt didn’t smile back.

“This is no laughing matter, Addy. If you don’t want to become a nun, what do you want out of life?”

“Aunt Margaret, I’m hot and tired and dirty and...”

“And avoiding my question,” Sister Margaret finished. “I’m serious. It’s long past time that you thought about it.”

“I will, just as soon as—”

“Now.” Sister Margaret’s voice brooked no opposition, and Addy gave in. There was no point in arguing with her aunt when she was in this kind of mood. It was far easier to go along.

“What do I want out of life?” Addy repeated the ques tion as she stared out through the open side of the tent at the small group of children who were playing in the scalding sun.

“Children,” Addy tried the word out and then repeated it when it sounded good. “Children. I want to have some of my own. Three, maybe four.”

Her aunt nodded. “That makes sense. One of the reasons you’re such a good pediatric nurse is the empathy you have for children. But I should point out that in order to have children you first need to have sex and for that you need a man.”

“Do tell.” Addy grinned at the elderly woman.

“It’s about time someone told you,” Sister Margaret said tartly. “What’s more, you’re not likely to find a husband in a refugee camp in Western Africa run by nuns.”

Addy felt her shoulders tense as the all-too-familiar feeling of inadequacy welled out of her subconscious. “I’m not likely to find one anywhere.”

“Nonsense!” Sister Margaret said bracingly. “A lovely young woman like you?”

Addy blew a damp strand of dark red hair that had escaped from her functional chignon out of her face and looked down at her rumpled uniform, which was liberally stained with the results of treating scores of children.

“Your partiality is overwhelming your common sense,” Addy muttered. “Besides, I may have spent the last four years in Africa, but if you remember, before that I was working in Chicago—a city with millions of men in it, and not a single one of them showed the slightest desire to marry me.”

“And whose fault was that? You were always so defensive about being a little plump—”

“Fat,” Addy corrected. “I wasn’t plump. I was fat.”

“Whatever!” Sister Margaret waved a dismissive hand. “The point is that you aren’t overweight anymore. There’s nothing to stop you from going out and grabbing a man to father those kids you want.”

Addy suppressed a sigh. If all she wanted was a walking sperm bank, then maybe her aunt was right. But that wasn’t all she wanted. She wanted more, a lot more. She wanted someone who was interested in her as a person as well as a sexual partner. She wanted someone to talk to, to share her hopes and fears with. To build a future with. A future that would last after their children had grown and left home.

Unfortunately, if she believed the letters she’d received over the years from her single girlfriends, men like that were scarcer than the proverbial hens’ teeth.

And even if by some miracle she did run across a man who fit her requirements, it wouldn’t do her any good. She wouldn’t have the vaguest idea how to go about attracting his attention. And that was the crux of her problem. She squarely faced the fact. She didn’t know. She didn’t know how to attract men, how to talk to them, how to relate to them on any level. She had absolutely no experience to fall back on. As far as she was concerned, they might as well be another species entirely.

“Good, then we’re decided.” Sister Margaret chose to take Addy’s silence as agreement. “You’re going to return home to Hamilton, find a husband and have some children to brighten my old age. Eastern Pennsylvania will be pretty, with fall coming,” she offered as an added inducement.

A reluctant smile flickered in Addy’s deep brown eyes. If only it were as easy as that. Of course, to her aunt, it probably was. Her aunt didn’t seem prey to the self-doubts that had always haunted Addy.

“I’ll make your plane reservations this afternoon.”

Addy blinked. “This afternoon! What’s the rush?”

“You aren’t getting any younger, and if you wait for a good time to go, you’ll never leave. This place is always in the middle of a crisis.”

Sister Margaret turned to leave and then stopped, clicking her tongue in annoyance. “I almost forgot why I came over here in the first place. A letter came for you in the mailbag.” She pulled a long white envelope out of her pocket and handed it to Addy.

Eagerly, Addy looked at the return address, hoping for a letter from a friend, and then grimaced.

“Bad news?” Sister Margaret asked.

“No, just old news. It’s from that law firm that wants to buy the property that Mom and Dad’s house sits on. Remember, I told you about their offer. They say they have a client that wants to build a factory or some such on it.”

“Are you still adamant about not selling?”

“Yes. I grew up in that house, and even though Mom and Dad are both dead and I haven’t lived there since I graduated from high school, I still think of it as home. And if I sell it, I won’t belong anyplace.” A feeling of panic swirled through Addy.

“All the more reason to get yourself a husband. People should belong to other people, not to a place,” Sister Margaret said as she left.

I should be so lucky, Addy thought ruefully, wishing she had inherited even a tenth of her aunt’s self-assurance.

She leaned back against the examining table and ripped open the envelope, extracting the single sheet of paper. As she’d suspected, it was another offer to buy her property, virtually identical to the ones she’d been receiving for the past eighteen months. The only thing that changed was the price they were offering.

Addy frowned as she peered closer at the scrawled signature at the bottom of the page. No, one other thing had changed—the signature. Instead of being signed by a lawyer named Blandings as all the other ones had been, this letter was signed by the president of the company who wanted her land, one J. E. Barrington.

“J. E. Barrington,” she muttered. Joseph Barrington? Could J. E. Barrington be her Joe Barrington? Not that Joe had ever been hers. In fact, when they were children, Joe hadn’t appeared to belong to anyone. She couldn’t remember ever seeing anyone attending a school function with him. Or standing on the sidelines during sporting events rooting for him. He’d always seemed to be alone, both physically and mentally.

But despite his aloofness, Joe had had a kinder side. A side Addy had discovered when she’d been in the second grade. She’d been standing on the playground after school crying because two boys from the fifth grade had taken her beloved doll and were beating its head on the pavement, saying that fat people didn’t deserve dolls.

As if in answer to her tears, Joe had emerged from the school building and come to her rescue. He’d bloodied the nose of one of her tormentors, chased them both off and then told her that crying never helped anything. Only action solved problems.

After the incident, Joe had taken to walking her home after school, which had effectively ended the vicious teasing she’d endured. Not only that, but she’d acquired a friend. A prickly one, but the fact that he had never once referred to her being fat had made him absolutely perfect in her eyes. Their friendship had lasted until he’d gone away to college and they’d lost touch.

She glanced back down at the signature. Could it be Joe? Had Joe managed to build up a company from nothing? It was certainly possible, she conceded. If ever there was a person who had the will to succeed, it was Joe.

Thoughtfully, she shoved the letter into her pocket. Instead of writing a reply turning down their offer as she usually did, she would go to see this J. E. Barrington in person when she got back to Hamilton, she decided. It would be interesting to find out exactly who he was.

One

“Progress rears its ugly head,” Addy muttered as she pulled into the parking lot of the company that was so determined to acquire her land. When she’d been in high school the whole area had been gently rolling pastureland.

Addy cut the engine of her new compact, which she’d picked up from the dealer that morning, and studied the ultramodern building for a long moment. Now that she was actually here, she was of two minds about going in.

She had very fond memories of Joe. In fact, the only fond memories of the entire male sex she had from school were of Joe. If he had turned into a ruthless, money-grubbing businessman, she wasn’t sure she wanted to know.

Aware that she was being ridiculous, Addy unbuckled her seat belt and got out. Whatever Joe had become had nothing to do with her. She had enough problems of her own to worry about. Such as how she was going to find a man to build a relationship with.

Addy checked the front of her cream linen suit to make sure it was still spotless, hooked her brown leather purse over her shoulder and headed for the oversized double doors at the front of the building.

Pushing one door open, she stepped inside and glanced around curiously. There was a gorgeously dressed, perfectly made-up blonde sitting behind a reception desk, who made Addy suddenly feel dowdy.

The blonde gave her a practiced smile and asked, “May I help you?”

“Yes, thank you. I’d like to see Mr. J. E. Barrington.”

The blonde’s perfectly curved eyebrows lifted as if to say, “Who wouldn’t?” and asked, “You have an appointment?”

“No,” Addy admitted, “but since he’s been trying to buy my property for the past eighteen months, I assumed he’d be willing to see me if I stopped by.”

“I’ll check.” The blonde suddenly became brisk at the mention of the property. “What name should I give him?”

Addy beat down a childish impulse to say “Queen Victoria” and dutifully gave her own name.

The blonde picked up the phone, held a brief conversation with someone at the other end and then said, “Mr. Barrington can spare you a few minutes. Just go through there.” She pointed toward the door to her right. “Mr. Barrington’s office is at the end of the hall.”

“Thank you.” Addy smiled at the woman and, clutching her purse like a lifeline, headed down the hall. Despite her curiosity about Joe, she wasn’t looking forward to this interview. Whoever J. E. Barrington turned out to be, he still wanted her property and she still wasn’t going to give it to him. He’d probably get insistent, and when that didn’t work, he could well get sarcastic, and she hated dealing with sarcasm. It made her feel ten years old again. Overweight and unlovely and somehow not quite as good as everyone else. Almost as if she didn’t have the right to say no.

But you aren’t ten years old. You’re a very competent thirty-two. And you aren’t fat anymore either, she reminded herself, something that she found herself doing on an almost daily basis because, despite what her mind told her and her mirror showed her, she still felt fat on the inside.

At the end of the short hallway, Addy found herself in a reception area filled with comfortable leather chairs. Several doors led from it to what Addy assumed were offices. As she watched, one of them opened and a man in his late thirties wearing a well-cut black suit and a very conservatively striped tie hurried toward her.

“You must be Miss Edson?”

Not her Joe. Addy felt a flash of disappointment, the strength of which caught her by surprise.

“Yes, and you’re Mr. Barrington?”

The man smiled self-deprecatingly. “No, no. I’m Bill Bernette, Mr. Barrington’s executive assistant. Mr. Barrington’s office is through here.”

He lead her across the room. Knocking perfunctorily on the heavy oak door, he opened it and gestured Addy inside. “Mr. Barrington will be with you as soon as he finishes his call,” he whispered, motioning her toward a seat in front of the desk.

Addy sank down in the chair and glanced curiously at the man on the phone. A feeling of disorientation hit her as she recognized his face. It was her Joe! Her eyes swept over his short, inky-black hair, then skittered across the tiny scar high on his left cheekbone to land in the sparkling depths of his deep blue eyes.

She felt as if she’d suddenly been transported back in time at a dizzying speed, leaving her stomach behind. She watched as he nodded at her, his lips shaping a brief, impersonal smile. Didn’t he remember her? To her surprise, the idea hurt.

She remembered him. Her eyes focused on his mouth, tracing the firm contours of the dusky pink flesh. A shiver chased over her at the thought of pressing her lips against his. Of feeling them moving against hers. Of... Addy jerked her gaze away in a vain attempt to control her uncharacteristic thoughts. She watched as his hand impatiently tapped out a rhythm on the highly polished mahogany of his desktop. His long fingers were lightly tanned and the nails immaculately clean. She automatically looked for a wedding band, but didn’t find one.

Because Joe wasn’t married, or because he didn’t wear one? Addy felt a shimmer of uneasiness at her curiosity. Her intense reaction to him wasn’t like her, and it worried her. Jet lag, she told herself, dredging up the first excuse that came to mind and trying hard to believe it.

“Good God!” The exclamation cut through her thoughts and she glanced up, to find her gaze snared by the glittering sparks in his eyes.

“Addy? Is that really you?”

Addy winced at his incredulous tone. “Did I look that bad that you don’t believe the improvement?”

“Improvement?”

She stated the obvious. “I’m not fat anymore.”

He took her comment as an invitation to look at her, and Addy felt her skin tighten as his hot, blue gaze slowly wandered over her. She could feel her breasts tightening as his gaze lingered on them.

“No,” he agreed, “you’re not fat anymore.” His eyes narrowed. “In fact, you look downright skinny. What have you been doing to yourself?”

Addy blinked at his description. No one had ever called her skinny in her life. It wasn’t an idea she could relate to, so she ignored it.

“I’ve spent the last four years with a bunch of nuns trying to save the world,” she said self-mockingly.

“From what I’ve seen of the world, you’re lucky to still be in one piece. The world generally takes exception to being saved.”

“Not my part of it. I work with children, and they’re darlings no matter where you find them.” Her voice unconsciously softened.

“Teacher?” he guessed.

Addy felt a stab of disappointment that he didn’t know. A feeling that she told herself was ridiculous. She was nothing more than an old school friend. There was no reason why he should have kept up with her life. She hadn’t kept up with his.

“I’m a pediatric nurse-practitioner.”

“As well as the owner of a parcel of land that we need.”

His reference to her land brought Addy back to reality with a thump.

“We really need that land, Addy.”

“You really need that land,” she corrected. “I already have it, and I intend to keep it.”

Addy watched as his eyes narrowed, showing a line of fine wrinkles at the corners. As if he laughed a lot. Her gaze dropped to the firm set of his jaw, and she mentally rejected the idea. He probably just spent a lot of time outside in the sunlight.

“Addy, be reasonable.” His plaintive words echoed through her mind, dislodging old memories. He must have said those exact same words to her hundreds of times when they were children. The familiar sound of them served to dispel the strangeness of her reaction to him. Suddenly, he was simply Joe. Her childhood friend.

She grinned at him, inexplicably feeling carefree. “If memory serves me right, your idea of being reasonable means that I do exactly what you want.”

Joe shrugged, and Addy watched in fascination as his powerful shoulders moved beneath the perfection of his custom-tailored suit In some strange way, his highly civilized clothes didn’t make him seem civilized. They actually seemed to make him more ruggedly masculine, as if their purpose was to highlight the difference between the way he really was and the way he wanted people to perceive him.

“I really need that land Addy,” he said. “Our present plant has reached capacity, and we need to expand to meet the increasing demand.”

“Demand for what?” Addy asked, curious about what he did.

“Computer chips.”

“Oh,” Addy said, “You’re one of them.”

“One of who?”

“One of those fanatics who want to put computers everywhere. Do you know they’re even putting the blasted things in libraries?” she said in remembered outrage. “They’re getting rid of card catalogues and making you use computers, and half the time they don’t even work.”

Joe grinned at her, giving her a glimpse of his gleaming, white teeth. “You may look a lot different, but you haven’t really changed. You can still divert a conversation quicker than anyone I know.”

Addy felt her spirits rise at the warmth of his smile. A smile that was echoed by the sparkle of humor in his eyes.

“But the fact remains that I need your land.”

“I know you want it, but I want it, too. It’s...” Addy struggled to explain her feelings. “That house is all I have left of my folks. I grew up there. All my memories are there. If I sell it and you raze it, they’ll all be goue.”

“Your memories aren’t in the house, they’re in your mind. And nothing I or anyone else can ever do will destroy them. Be grateful you’ve got happy memories. to cherish.”

His voice took on a bitter tinge, and Addy suddenly remembered overhearing her mother and her friends whispering about the disgraceful way Joe’s mother drank.

“Why don’t you simply build your plant somewhere else?” Addy ventured. “I can’t own the only vacant tract in town.”

“Yours is the best,” he insisted. “The location is perfect. Every other site that’s available had big problems. Our engineers—”

Joe paused as his assistant stuck his head in the door and said, “You asked me to tell you when Hodkins over at the bank called. He’s on the line now.”

“Addy, would you mind waiting a minute while I take this call?” Joe asked as he reached for his phone. “It’s important.”

Deciding to take advantage of the interruption, Addy got to her feet. She needed to think about what Joe had said and she found it hard to do it when he was just a few feet from her. Somehow, the sight of him did strange things to her thought processes.

“Of course not, Joe. I promised a friend I’d drop by this morning, and it’s almost noon now.”

“But we haven’t reached an agreement.”

“I’ll give you a call this afternoon,” Addy said and then escaped. She had the feeling that people didn’t reach an agreement with Joe. They gave in to him. The very forcefulness of his personality would tend to wear down the opposition.

She gave the surprised-looking Bill a quick smile as she hurried down the hall, breathing a sigh of relief when she was out of the building. Kathy should be able to tell her all about Joe. Addy unconsciously sped up at the thought. Kathy had always known all the gossip when they were in school together.

“Addy!” Joe stuck his head out of his office and glanced around the deserted reception area.

“She went that-a-way.” Bill gestured toward the exit. “Would you like me to see if I can catch her?”

“Fat chance you’d have of getting her to do anything she didn’t want to. She was always the most aggravating, stubborn kid....”