be perfect for my client, Ray. They're both self-made with regard to their businesses, and dedicated to what they do. They're careful with money. Different religions, but not overly religious. This could be a win-win thing. Talk to your client, and let's set up a meeting as soon as possible. Your guy has only nine months left before he hits the big four-oh… Yeah, okay. I'll talk to you later today, buddy. Hi to Rose.' Joe Pietro d'Angelo closed his cell and turned to his wife. 'Ray says hi to you,' he said.
'And?' Tiffany asked.
'And what?' he teased her.
'Joe, I'm gonna kill you,' she threatened. 'Gimme the details!'
'The guy has to get a wife before he's forty or, like Ashley, he loses everything. Crazy thing is, he's the one who made his father's firm so profitable, but the family is very old-school. When the old man died he gave a quarter mil to each of his six daughters; set his wife up in style; and then the bulk of it went to the son. With a catch, of course: If the son doesn't marry by forty it all gets sold and divided among the women. The sisters are even now looking for a buyer for the business,' Joe said.
'Nice girls,' Tiffany remarked. 'Filled with sisterly love. So how come the brother is turning forty and isn't married? Is he gay?'
'No. Just a workaholic. There's never been time for him to get into a relationship that could thrive. If he isn't working, he's flying all over the world drumming up work for his business. He loves what he does, and Ray says he does it very well.'
'Does what well?' Tiffany wanted to know.
'Oh, I didn't tell you? He's Restorations and Replications, R &R. You've heard of them, Tiffany. They're the fancy antique restorers, and they also design furniture that looks like it's antique for all that new money that wants to look old and respectable,' Joe told his wife. 'His father had a good restoration business going, but it was the son who saw the need for new antiques. And it's all American-made, although he has brought expert artisans over from Europe and Ireland to teach his employees the old tricks of the trade. He's one smart guy. Just like Ashley, he saw a need and stepped in to fill it. It's made him a multimillionaire. He won't lose it for lack of a wife.'
'He could get one of those mail-order brides, couldn't he?' Tiffany said.
'Nah, not his style. With the people he associates with in his business, he'll want someone who is educated, can speak intelligently with his clients, and will be a terrific hostess. And Kimbrough Hall would be a wonderful place for him to entertain. We both know that Ashley isn't going to give up her home for anyone, and besides, he'd be nuts not to want to live there. It's a perfect venue for a guy in his field.'
'So now all we have to do is get Ashley to agree,' Tiffany said.
'No, first Ray speaks with his client, and then if the man is agreeable we set up a meeting with our client. They might not even like each other, Tiff, and they have to at least like each other to make this work,' Joe said to his wife.
'How could any man not like Ashley?' she replied. 'She's gorgeous.'
'A lot of men have liked her, but for all the wrong reasons,' Joe reminded her. 'At least with this guy we start with an even playing field. She's rich; he's rich. So we know he's not after her money. Still, I'm going to run a check on him just to be certain. We can't be too careful, and Ashley has got to be protected.'
'When will you talk to Ray again?' Tiffany wanted to know.
'This afternoon,' Joe replied. 'Don't call Ashley.'
'Why not?' Tiffany wanted to know.
'Because until Ray's client says he is willing to meet her we have nothing. I don't want her getting her hopes up, only to dash them. She's had enough sorrow these last few years. She doesn't need to be rejected by someone who hasn't even met her.'
'You're right,' Tiffany agreed. 'Poor kid. Losing her grandfather and her brother, having three weddings called off. It's a lot to bear. It's a wonder she's so normal and nice, isn't it?' And then Tiffany remembered Ashley's remark yesterday afternoon about someone's cute butt getting whipped. She almost giggled as she considered what kind of fantasies Ashley must have on the Channel. But hell, if a little naughty spanking took the edge off of her nerves, so what? That was the beauty of the Channel: Nothing was real. She turned to her husband. 'You playing cards tonight with your group?'
'Yeah. We'll have dinner at the club and play there,' Joe told her. 'You don't mind being alone, do you?'
'Of course not,' Tiffany said with a smile, and she patted his shoulder. 'You need your nights out.'
Chapter 2
Ryan Finbar Mulcahy winked at the receptionist in the foyer of Alexander, Stoddard, and Kingsley as she told him to go right into Mr. Pietro d'Angelo's office. He heard her giggle behind him, and he grinned. She was petite and blond and cute. Just the kind of girl he'd marry if she weren't so damned young. Was she even twenty? he wondered. And he winced, realizing that the receptionist was probably young enough to be his daughter. He had nine months to go until he was forty. It was a sobering thought.
'What's up, Ray?' he asked as he lowered his long frame into a chair opposite the desk. 'What's so urgent that you have to drag me from work?'
'Your mother called me a few weeks ago,' Ray began. 'She and Frankie don't like what your other sisters are doing. You know they've lined up a buyer for R &R, don't you? What the hell is the matter with them, Ryan? Wasn't what your dad left them enough? Unfortunately there's no way around your dad's will.'
'What did Ma want?' the younger man asked.
'To arrange a marriage for you,' Ray said, watching to see what Ryan's reaction to this news would be.
'So she did it, did she?' Ryan Finbar Mulcahy laughed. 'She's been threatening to sic a matchmaker on me for a year now. She says she and Dad were matched and made a go of it. There's no reason I can't. And Frankie's in on it too? 'What a sweetie that baby sister of mine is,' he said.
'I found a possibility,' Ray continued, and swallowed a chuckle at the look of surprise on his client's face. 'She's got the same problem you have-a will that says she's got to marry or lose it all. You've got enough in common to at least meet. I want to arrange it.'
'Look, Ray, if I can't drum up enough money to buy the business from the estate, then I'll start all over again, and screw my sisters,' Ryan said stubbornly. 'Five spoiled little bitches. Only one of them worth anything is Frankie.'
'Don't be a fool,' Ray replied. 'R6cR has a reputation. You willing to give that reputation away to someone else? Especially a son of a bitch like Jerry Klein? Right now he's the high bidder, and he's going to stay the high bidder because he wants R &R. And all you have to do to save your ass is get married.'
'I don't like being told what to do,' Ryan answered irritably.
'Funny thing-neither does my cousin Joe's client. But unless she gets married by the time she's thirty-five she loses everything she's worked for, because her grandfather thought a woman had to be married to be happy and safe,' Ray said candidly. 'You see? Already you've got similarities.'
'She's thirty-five?'
'She's thirty-three.'
'Why isn't she married? Fat? Ugly? Warts?'
'She's been engaged three times, and each time it's fallen through,' Ray remarked.
'Difficult, huh? A diva.'
'No, unlucky. She's smart in business, but not in men. They wanted her money,' Ray said. It was the easiest explanation to offer right now.
'Is she pretty?' Ryan asked.
