She and Andrew had signed an agreement. And even if she disregarded that agreement, Kat still didn’t know if she was willing to take a chance on him. Being wrong about Nick had been hard. Being wrong about Andrew…she didn’t think she could recover. She also didn’t know how she would find the strength to leave when the time came.
“Too bad he couldn’t be here tonight, but maybe he can come over for dinner one evening.” Andrew threw out the invitation casually.
Surprise momentarily silenced her. He’d just suggested dinner plans as if they were a normal couple.
“That would be nice.”
“Good.” He glanced around the room with a sharp eye. “I think we’ve made the rounds with all the guests. Come on, there’s someone I want you to meet.”
Andrew threaded his fingers through hers. The faint rasp of a callus against her palm awakened an increasing familiar craving inside her, as he tugged her in the direction of the kitchen.
“The caterer?” she hazarded a guess.
“No. Gloria.”
“The Valkyrie!” Kat all but stopped in her tracks.
“No. Not Valerie. Gloria.” Pulling her along, he spoke slowly and distinctly, as if she were hearing impaired rather than hormonally challenged. “What’s the matter?”
“Maybe I’ve had enough of buxom blondes for one evening.”
With an upward quirk of his black brows, he dragged her along. “Then it’s a good thing we’re going to meet Gloria instead of Valerie, whoever she is.”
Kat considered refusing. She’d face Claudia any day rather than Gloria. Andrew might have dated Claudia casually, but he respected Gloria. Claudia had never been anything more than a burr under her saddle. But Gloria- brains, beauty, efficiency
She might have initially selected Andrew for his great genes-and okay, the view wasn’t too bad, either-but she’d come to respect him in the past few weeks. Respect counted for a lot. As if embezzling millions hadn’t been enough, Nick had taken his secretary along for the ride. His betrayal had shouted his lack of respect for all the world to hear.
How could she have a baby with this man if he didn’t respect her?
She stopped in her tracks, yanking Andrew to a halt, as well.
“What the…?”
She lowered her voice while waving across the room at the wife of a retired general she’d met earlier. “Do you respect me?”
“What?”
“I said, do you respect me?”
“What kind of idiotic question is that to ask in the middle of our reception?”
“Are you avoiding an answer?”
“No. Of course, I respect you. I told your parents earlier I’m lucky you’d even consider me.”
“Well, we don’t have an audience now.” Kat glanced around at the otherwise engaged couples.
He trailed a finger down her cheek, setting parts farther south aquiver. “I’m very aware of that. I admire how you decide on something and then make it happen.” His grin wreaked havoc with her equilibrium. “Like marrying me.”
She wanted to let out a whoosh of relief but opted for casual instead. “Okay. That’s good to know.” She started to slip away.
Andrew blocked her retreat with his arm. “Now, why don’t you tell me what this is all about?”
“Well, I know you have a tremendous amount of respect for Gloria…”
“Of course I do. She’s-”
“I know. Blond, beautiful, brainy and efficient.”
“Now where did you pick that up? Never mind. Let me guess. Bitsy.”
“She mentioned it. After I asked.”
Andrew shook his head. “Kat, don’t you know you can hold your own against any woman?”
Her knees threatened to buckle at his tender assertion. Her composure suffered more when he twined his fingers through hers, brushing his lips against the back of her hand. “Now, come on, honey. I’ve got a big surprise for you.”
They’d almost reached the door leading to the kitchen when it opened and a short, stout woman with gray hair bustled through.
“I was just coming to find you, Mr. Winthrop.” The singsong voice could have belonged to a much younger woman.
“And we were intent on finding you. Gloria, this is my wife, Kat. Kat, meet Gloria Stuart, my right hand.”
Kind brown eyes regarded her from wire-framed glasses. “Pleased to meet you Mrs. Winthrop.” Gloria Stuart pumped her hand.
“Please, call me Kat. And it’s a pleasure to meet you. You did a lovely job on the party. I can see why Andrew thinks so highly of you.”
Relief swamped her, dismayed her. She shouldn’t care so much that Gloria Stuart was Aunt Bea with a secretarial degree, instead of a Valkyrie. It shouldn’t matter.
But it did.
“KAT, I NEED YOUR HELP.”
Anxiety deepened the blue of her eyes. “What’s the matter?”
Andrew turned his head carefully, wincing at the white-hot pain the simple movement sent shooting up his neck. “It’s my neck. I turned wrong a minute ago and it feels the same as it did the other day, only worse.”
Asking for help didn’t come easy to Andrew. He’d learned early on to make his own decisions, his own opportunities. But with Kat it felt different. It felt right.
“Sure. Let me see if I can help. Why don’t we go over there?” She indicated the alcove with velveteen drapes obscuring the recessed area. Her glance swept the dancing couples, the conversation clusters scattered throughout the room. “Otherwise we’re likely to cause a stir if I give you a rubdown here.”
Andrew also scanned the crowd, easing his entire body around without turning his neck. “Our fathers are competing to see who can outnetwork the other one, and our guests are flattered at having the heads of the best two law firms in the city vying for their attention. Probably no one would even notice, but let’s go over there just to be safe.”
Right! As if sharing a small, darkened space with Kat, her magical fingers touching him, constituted safe.
He slipped into the curtained recess behind Kat, his body tightening as he anticipated her small hands moving over him. The sound of their shallow breathing filled the tiny nook. Her womanly scent wove around him, enveloped him.
Andrew pulled the curtain behind them while Kat unfolded a metal chair leaning against the wall. “Here. Have a seat.” The breathless tremor in her voice indicated she shared his awareness of the tension flowing between them.
Andrew plopped into the chair. Probably the only damn thing wrong with his neck was the stress of not giving in to the craving for his wife that grew every day.
Kat moved to stand behind him and tripped, grasping at the lectern crammed next to them to catch herself.
“Are you okay?” he asked, reaching out to steady her with a hand at her waist.
“I’m fine.” She wedged between the back of the chair and the wall. His head fit neatly in the valley of her silk- covered breasts. Exquisite torture.
“Do you have enough room?” He rasped.
“It’s sort of tight, but I can still use my hands.” Her touch burned through his clothing. She began to work on his muscle.
“Mmm, can you move a little to the right?” Her fingers were truly magic. He groaned his relief. “Yeah, that’s better.”
“I don’t know how much I can take care of here.”
