He did as he was told. 'And now, you feed me a little piece.'
Sean frowned as he picked up a piece of cake and held it out to her. Laurel leaned closer and opened her mouth. But the moment her lips touched the cake, Sean let it go and most of the piece fell down the front of her dress. The small crowd that had gathered around the table laughed and clapped, urging Sean to retrieve the cake. He leaned closer and peered down her bodice.
'Don't you dare,' Laurel muttered, her lips just inches from his ear.
Sean quickly stepped back and Laurel turned away from the guests to get the cake herself. When she'd restored her composure, she pasted a smile on her face and slipped her arm through Sean's. 'Now, my uncle Sinclair is waiting to meet you. He's eighty years old, he's a little eccentric and he's going to ask you a lot of really weird questions. He'll probably want to see your fingernails. He has this thing about clean fingernails. Try to humor him as best you can, and if you don't know what to say, just squeeze my hand and I'll answer. Remember, your name is Edward Garland Wilson, you're from West Palm Beach, Florida, and your family is in international banking. Beyond that, he doesn't know anything about you.'
'Why hasn't your uncle met Edward by now?' he asked as they strolled across the dance floor.
'Sinclair is a bit of a recluse. He lives in the Rand family summer home on Deer Island in Maine. He likes collecting coins and stamps and watching birds. He'll only eat green vegetables and he has seven pairs of shoes inexactly the same style and color. Oh, and he believes that aliens are living among us. But, please, don't get him started on that.'
'He sounds a little crazy,' Sean said.
'He's a multimillionaire,' Laurel said, licking a bit of frosting off her finger, 'so he's not crazy, he's eccentric.' When they reached the door to the foyer, she took a deep breath. 'Let's get this over with. After Uncle Sinclair, we can leave.'
'And I was just starting to have fun,' he said.
'Are you sure you can handle this with my uncle? If you don't think you can, then we can put it off.'
'I'm fine,' Sean replied. He slipped his hand around her waist and they stepped outside. Laurel longed for him to pull her into his arms and kiss her again, the way he had on the dance floor. But instead she forced herself to think about the task at hand, the final hurdle in her plan.
They found Sinclair Rand sitting silently in a small alcove just down the hall from the reception room, ensconced in a large wing chair like a member of the royal family. As they approached, he whispered something to Alistair and Alistair nodded. Laurel grabbed Sean's hand as it rested on her waist and gave it an encouraging squeeze. She could do this. She could turn this whole mess around and make something good of it.
'Hello, Uncle Sinclair,' Laurel said, hanging on to Sean's arm like a lifeline. 'Uncle, this is my new husband, Edward Garland Wilson. Edward, I'd like to introduce you to Sinclair Rand, my uncle.'
On cue, Sean held out his hand. Sinclair took it, carefully examined Sean's fingertips, then let his hand drop. 'You married my niece,' Sinclair stated.
'Yes, I did,' Sean replied.
The old man watched Sean from beneath bushy white eyebrows. 'What do you eat for breakfast?' he asked.
At first, Sean seemed taken aback by the question, but then he jumped right in. 'Cap'n Crunch. Sometimes I like Lucky Charms or Cocoa Puffs.' He cleared his throat. 'You look like an oatmeal guy.'
Sinclair's eyebrow shot up. 'I enjoy a nice bowl of oatmeal,' he said in a gruff tone. 'The old-fashioned kind, not the instant. Have you ever had any surgery?'
'No,' Sean replied. 'I'm a pretty healthy guy. How about you?'
'You know I have money,' Sinclair continued, ignoring Sean's question.
'I have money, too. Probably not as much as you have. How much do you have?'
Laurel couldn't help but smile. Usually, people were intimidated by Sinclair Rand. But Sean seemed unfazed by the questions, turning them all back on her uncle with a directness that left her uncle off balance. 'Uncle, we really have to go. Our honeymoon awaits. We're going to Hawaii.'
'Hawaii? Don't eat the bananas there,' he warned. 'Stay away from all yellow fruit and you'll be fine. We'll discuss your inheritance when you get back.'
Laurel bent down and gave her uncle a kiss on the cheek. 'I'll call you when I-I mean, we get back.' She gave Sean's arm a tug, but he stayed glued to his spot.
'It was a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Rand. I hope we'll have a chance to talk again.'
Sinclair waved his hand as if to dismiss them both. Laurel decided it was best to make a quick exit before Sean said anything else. When they were out of earshot, she turned to him. 'Why did you tell him that? You know you're not going to see him again.'
'But he's not supposed to know that. In fact, if I was really Edward, I'd be expecting to see him again, wouldn't I?'
Laurel frowned. 'Right,' she murmured. 'That sounds logical. Good thinking. Come on, we just have to say goodbye and I have to throw my bouquet. Then we're done here.'
In truth, Laurel really didn't want the evening to end. Though her shoes were pinching and she'd be glad to get out of her dress, she really wasn't sure what she was going to do after this. She was due to leave for Hawaii early the next morning.
When she got back, she'd drive up to Maine and her uncle would present her with a check for five million. She'd lay low for a few months, then find a way to explain how the marriage had been a mistake. If she laid the blame on Sean-or 'Edward'-then maybe her uncle might feel more sympathetic and understand her decision.
But even now, knowing what she knew about Sean, it was difficult to paint him as the horrible husband. Throughout this silly drama, he'd been so kind and supportive, and she'd begun to think of him as more than just a stranger collecting a fee for doing a job. For a brief moment in time he'd been the perfect husband-solid, dependable… and sexy.
She glanced over at him. Maybe she didn't know anything about Sean Quinn. But she did know how he made her feel when he kissed her and touched her. Wild and crazy and… breathless. And Laurel knew those were feelings she might never find again.
Sean sat in the back of the limo, his gaze fixed on the scenery as it passed by. The car had driven south out of Boston to Cohasset and now followed the shore through an exclusive neighborhood of old summer homes and beautiful mansions set near the water. Laurel had offered to drop him at the church first so he could retrieve his car, but he'd insisted that he could wait. He hadn't expected her to live halfway to Cape Cod.
Still, Sean was grateful for the quiet of the limo and a chance to spend a few more minutes with Laurel. Though she'd paid him for one day's work, he wasn't quite ready to call an end to their agreement. When he'd first accepted the check, he thought it might be a chore to go through the charade of a wedding. But the responsibility of spending the afternoon and evening with Laurel had turned from an unpleasant task into an enjoyable time.
He glanced over at her and found her absorbed in her own thoughts. 'When does your plane leave?' he asked.
'Early tomorrow morning. I've got to be at the airport at 5:00 a.m. Uncle Sinclair is staying at the house, but I can sneak in, change and get my bags without waking him. The limo will drop you off back at your car. I'll drive myself to the airport.' She turned to look at him. 'What are you going to do for the rest of the night?'
'My family has a pub in Southie. Quinn's Pub. They're open until two. I'll probably stop there for a pint if it's not too late.'
'I want to thank you for helping me out this afternoon,' Laurel said.
'No problem,' Sean said. Suddenly it had become so difficult to talk to her. He felt like the same old tongue-tied teenager rendered mute by a conversation with a pretty girl. 'Hawaii should be nice this time of year.' God, he'd sunk as low as the weather for a topic. It couldn't get much worse than that! Maybe he ought to cut his losses while he could and just shut up.
A few moments later the limo pulled into a wide circular drive, then parked in front of a huge stone mansion. 'This is where I live,' Laurel said.
'Jeez. It's huge.'
