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Words.

Words, in scrolling pink-and-green neon letters.

Wedding Chapel

The man in the doorway had been calling out, 'Good luck, Mrs. Harrison!'

Reality struck Diana with enough force to set off fresh explosions of pain in her head and a holocaust in her stomach. 'Oh, my God!' she moaned aloud, and she rolled over, pressing her face into the pillow, trying to blot everything from her mind. 

Chapter 29

Diana awakened again, someone had opened the heavy draperies, letting filtered sunlight into the room through the filmy sheers, and a telephone was ringing somewhere in the suite.

For several moments, she lay perfectly still, her eyes closed, taking cautious mental inventory of her body's condition, afraid to move lest her nerves begin to jangle and her head pound as it had earlier. She still felt shaky and her head still ached, but her skull no longer felt as if it were going to split in half.

Having dealt with the physical side of her situation, she reluctantly allowed herself to contemplate the outcome of her first true bout with inebriation.

She had married Cole Harrison.

Her heart began to hammer as the reality of that reckless, irrational act clamored in her brain. She was married to a stranger! He was a heartless opportunist who'd taken advantage of her state of mind last night and convinced her that marrying him would also benefit her, not just him.

She was clearly insane. So was he.

She was a fool. He was a monster.

She needed to be locked up in an asylum.

He needed to be shot!

Somehow, Diana forced herself to break off her unjustified mental tirade and block out the guilt and panic that were causing it.

She had not been completely irrational last night, and Cole had not coerced or forced her into marriage. As calmly as she could, Diana reviewed everything she could remember about his reasoning and her reactions.

In the bright light of day, without the lulling effects of champagne, it was obvious that Cole had amazing powers of persuasion. It was equally obvious that she'd let emotion and sentimentality drive her to do something that was incredibly impulsive. But the more she thought about it, the more Diana realized that the logic behind their agreement was still sound.

Last night, Cole had been the pawn of a well-meaning old man named Calvin, who was jeopardizing the business empire Cole had built. This morning, Cole was victor, not victim, and the uncle he loved was going to be a very happy man.

Last night, the credibility and the financial future of Foster Enterprises had been in jeopardy, and Diana had been the object of scorn and pity— the discarded fiancée of a wealthy Houston socialite. This morning, Foster Enterprises was secure and Diana was the 'cherished wife' of a handsome billionaire tycoon.

Diana felt vastly better, though she was not looking forward to trying to convince her family that Cole wasn't some sort of manipulative monster and that she hadn't lost her senses.

To escape thinking of that scene, she tried to remember more about what had happened after Cole's plane took off from Las Vegas, but her memory was fuzzy. She remembered being impressed when she first saw the interior of his plane, and she remembered asking Cole if they could go to Las Vegas instead of Lake Tahoe, because she'd already been to Lake Tahoe. From then on, things began to blur and meld with her dreams. She wasn't certain whether her disjointed memories were real or only part of the vivid dreams that had pursued her while she slept, and she wasn't up to thinking hard enough to solve the mystery.

Rolling over, she shoved back the sheets and was surprised to discover that she was naked. Considering how inebriated she'd been last night, it was amazing that she'd managed to unfasten her gown and get undressed herself. It occurred to her that Cole might have had to undress her, but that mortifying possibility was more than she could bear to contemplate at the moment. It was then that Diana realized she had nothing to wear except the purple silk gown she'd worn last night. The dining room at the Grand Balmoral was a favorite for Sunday afternoon dinner, and the prospect of walking through the hotel lobby in that gown, added to everything else that lay ahead, was enough to make her lie back for a moment in exhausted dread. She couldn't phone her family and ask them to bring clothes to the hotel, because she didn't want to explain about this whole escapade while she was in Cole's suite. With a sigh of resignation, Diana climbed out of bed.

Chapter 30

Cole looked up when she emerged from the bedroom with her hair still wet from her shower and her slender body completely engulfed in one of the hotel's thick terry-cloth robes. Her bare toes peeped from beneath the hem of the robe, which should have stopped at mid-calf, and the shoulder seams fell to her elbows. Last night, Cole had thought she couldn't possibly look more desirable than she had in that provocative purple gown, but he'd been wrong. Wrapped in an oversize robe, with her face scrubbed free of makeup and her thick russet hair falling damply at her neck, Diana Foster had the dewy freshness of a rose at dawn.

He laid the Sunday Houston Chronicle on the coffee table and stood up. 'You're looking better,' he told her.

She gave him a weak smile. 'I've decided to be very brave and try to go on living.'

Chuckling at her quip, he gestured toward a linen-covered table laden with platters of food. 'When I heard you turn on the shower, I phoned room service and had them send up some food.'

She looked at the eggs and bacon and pancakes and shuddered. 'I'm not that brave.'

Ignoring her protest, Cole walked over to the table and pulled out a chair for her. 'You have to eat.'

She sighed, but she padded over to the table, slid into the chair, and unfolded her napkin.

'How do you feel?' Cole inquired, sitting down across from her.

'The same way I look.' As she spoke, the oversize robe slipped off her left shoulder, leaving it bare, and she pulled it back in place.

'That good?' he said.

The warmth in his deep voice and the bold admiration in his eyes did astonishing things to Diana's heartbeat, a reaction that was so unexpected and so strong that her cheeks grew hot. With a faint smile, she quickly dropped her gaze from his and reminded herself that he was merely playing a part, living up to his promise to make her happy during the tenure of their bargain. A bargain—that was all it was to him, and to her. The problem was, she didn't know how she could possibly make her family understand that.

She reached for a slice of dry toast and lapsed into silence, trying to anticipate the scene with her family later. Cole had insisted on being with her when she told them they were married, and she appreciated his honorable desire to buffer, or share, the results of an action he had instigated. She didn't expect them to make any sort of angry scene, but Grandma in particular was likely to have some strong opinions and she wasn't likely to withhold them on Cole's account or Diana's.

Cole watched her expression grow increasingly somber as each minute passed. 'Can I help?' he offered finally.

She glanced up with a guilty start. 'I'm afraid not.' When he continued to regard her in waiting silence, Diana conceded to his silent instruction and told him what was worrying her. 'I just don't know how to explain to my family that I married a virtual stranger on an impulse and for purely practical reasons. I mean, once they calm down, they'll begin to understand. Not agree probably, but understand.'