Newlywed Games

Chapters 1-12

by BonnieBee

Disclaimer: The characters and situations of the TV program "Big Valley" are the creations of Four Star/Republic Pictures and have been used without permission. No copyright infringement is intended by the author. The ideas expressed in this story are copyrighted to the author.

"Newlywed Games" is the name of a book written by Mary Davis. I borrowed her storyline and rewrote it to give it a Big Valley twist.

Chapter 1

Jarrod Barkley was having a good day. The case he was currently working on was going well and he was sure he would have it wrapped up by the end of the week. The lawyer’s mood was so good in fact that he decided to walk from the court house to his office located in downtown San Francisco instead of taking a hired carriage. He had some work to finish up there and then he would go home and spend the evening relaxing.

As he walked he noticed how nice the weather was. The sky was a beautiful shade of blue, the temperature was just right. The birds were singing a happy tune and Jarrod smiled to himself. He loved Spring. It was in the Spring that a young man’s thoughts would normally turn to love. At that thought, Jarrod’s mood soured just a bit. He had recently broken things off with Amanda Altman. She came from a prominent San Francisco family and the two had been seeing each other for almost a year. Amanda was a beautiful women. She had auburn hair and beautiful brown eyes that one could easily get lost in. In fact, it was her eyes that Jarrod first found so attractive. But after a while, Jarrod tired of Amanda’s shallowness. Her world consisted of parties and dances. He always had a nice time with her whenever they would go out, whether it was to the theater or the opera. But his conversations with her were not very challenging and he soon was bored with her accounts of who was seeing whom and what the latest fashions were.

So he had broken things off as gently as he could. At first her face had registered disbelief and then shock. Then her face sported the sultry look that caused every nerve in his body to come alive.

"You’ll be back, Jarrod. You can’t resist me and you know it," she said moving closer to him. Her full lips met his and he found his resolve weakening. But then his mind reminded him of their conversation at dinner and he knew he couldn’t stand any more talk of dresses and parties. He gently removed her hands from around his neck and bid her good-bye. He didn’t look back as he walked away, knowing in his mind things were over.

As Jarrod neared his office, he put Amanda Altman from his mind. He in no way regretted his decision to end things and was not going to allow her to ruin his good mood. Jarrod was just about to enter his office when he heard a noise coming from around the corner. It sounded like someone crying. A child maybe. He decided he should investigate. As he rounded the corner, he saw his secretary, Katelyn Mahoney standing precariously on some crates that had been stacked up beside the building. A little girl, no older than 8 stood near her, sobbing.

What on earth are you doing, Katelyn? his mind asked. He came to stand just below her and was about to ask his question aloud when he heard a cat meowing. Katelyn was talking to the cat and just as she grabbed the feline, she lost her balance and fell back. Jarrod reacted without thought and caught her as she fell. She looked at him in surprise, blinking to make sure she was really seeing him.

The cat in Katelyn’s hands decided he had had enough and tried to get out of her hold. Katelyn cried out as the cat’s claws dug into her arm. The little girl who had been watching the entire incident, ran after her cat, not bothering to thank Katelyn for freeing her pet from his prison.

Katelyn cleared her throat and Jarrod, who had watched the little girl run off, realized he was still holding his secretary. He gently set her on the ground, but kept one arm around her waist.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

"Just fine. That little girl’s cat got stuck in one of those crates. I was coming back from lunch when I heard her crying."

"So you decided to come to the rescue?" he asked, his blue eyes showing his amusement.

"Well, I tried," Katelyn said, looking away. She had worked for Jarrod Barkley for about six months. That she thought him handsome was an understatement. She thought he was perhaps the most gorgeous man she had ever met.

Jarrod looked at her arm and noticed blood on her sleeve.

"You’re hurt. Let’s go inside and clean this up," he said, escorting her into the office.

"Oh, no. I’ll take care of it," she protested. But Jarrod sat her in a chair in his inner office and got a small hand towel and some water. He gently cleansed the scratches. They didn’t appear too deep, but he wanted to make sure it was cleansed properly. There was no telling where the cat had been and the scratches could become infected.

He took some bandages that he kept in his office and wrapped Katelyn’s arm. When he looked up, he found her watching him. He had always thought Katelyn was an attractive woman. Her hair was a medium brown and she always wore it up in a becoming style. She stared back at him and he couldn’t help but notice again how blue her eyes were. Jarrod had always made it a point to not get involved with anyone working for him. Even though in the past some very attractive women had worked for him, he wouldn’t allow himself to have romantic thoughts. He was finding it to be different with Katelyn. When she first began working for him, he was involved with Amanda so there was no danger. But now that he wasn’t involved...

Jarrod cleared his throat and stood.

"I think that will do it."

Katelyn smiled and gave him her thanks before leaving the office. She closed the door quietly and sat at her desk. It was a few minutes before she could concentrate on her work. Her mind kept going back to the way he had nursed her injured arm. She closed her eyes and knew the rest of the day was going to be a long one.

A few months later, Katelyn sat beside the still form of her mother. She had received a telegram several days before informing her that her mother had become gravely ill and she needed to come to Denver as soon as possible. Katelyn informed her employer of the telegram and he told her to take as much time as she needed.

Katelyn had fallen asleep early that morning in the chair next to her mother’s bedside and woke feeling disoriented and stiff. She stretched, trying to work out the kinks in her neck and looked over to see her mother watching her.

"You’re awake!" she said happily.

Her mother smiled weakly. "I woke several hours ago. But I asked them not to disturb you. They said you’ve been here for five days straight."

Katelyn placed a kiss on her mother’s brow. It was just the two of them now. Her father had died several years ago and Katelyn had been their only child. The two were close, but Katelyn had felt the need to exercise her independence so when she saw an ad for a Ladies College in San Francisco that offered secretarial skills, Katelyn jumped at the chance to go. Her mother was sad to see her leave, but was glad that Katelyn had found something to make her happy. She certainly didn’t seem in any hurry to marry! That was what Carol Mahoney wanted most for her daughter. She wanted her to marry someone and give her a whole passel of grandchildren.

A nurse walked in and said, "Oh good, you’re both awake. Your mother seems to be coming out of this."

Katelyn wondered if they would ever know what "this" was. It had been horrible when she first arrived, not knowing if her mother would make it or not.

"By the way, congratulations on your marriage," the nurse said off handedly.

Katelyn stared at the nurse, not understanding what she meant.

"My marriage?" she asked.

"I heard you tell the doctor that you just got married. Did I hear wrong?" the nurse asked.

When did I tell the doctor that? Katelyn wondered. Katelyn thought back on her conversation with the doctor. He had said that her mother needed something worth fighting for so that she would want to live. Katelyn had told him that the only thing she could think of that would make her mom happy would be to tell her she had just gotten married.

Before she could correct the nurse, her mother spoke. "Oh, darling! How wonderful! Is it that nice lawyer you’ve been working for? The one you’ve written about?"

Katelyn’s protest died in her throat as she noticed her mother’s color looking better and her bright shining eyes.

"I know you’ve only mentioned him a few times, but I could tell there was something there. How wonderful!" she repeated.

"What was his name, Jarrod Baker?"

Katelyn shifted uncomfortably. "Barkley. Jarrod Barkley."

"Katelyn Barkley. My, that has a nice ring to it."

Katelyn agreed, though she was trying to figure out how in the space of five minutes she had become married to her employer. The doctor came into the room and Katelyn was given a few minutes to collect her thoughts.

Katelyn’s mother looked so rejuvenated at the news of her "marriage" that Katelyn didn’t have the heart to tell her the truth. Well, no matter. She would figure out later how to let her mom know. She wanted to concentrate on her mother’s recovery.

"Whatever you’ve done to help your mother, Miss Mahoney, keep it up!," the doctor said and left the room.

Keep it up? Katelyn thought. She smiled weakly at her beaming mother.

Well, I guess I’m married for now, Katelyn thought ruefully. Now I have to think of a way to become unmarried before this gets out of hand.

Chapter 2

"I’m going to kill my mother," Katelyn Mahoney said as she sat down across from her friend in a small café down the street from Jarrod Barkley’s law office. She was on her lunch break and had asked her friend to meet her there.

Jenny Culver smiled and patted Katelyn’s shoulder. "No you won’t."

"When she finds out that I’m not really married, she’ll collapse and die right there," Katelyn assured her friend. Carol Mahoney had been released from the hospital in Denver a few weeks before but the doctors there still had no idea why she lapsed into a coma. The doctor did recommend that she take it easy or the next time could be worse.

Next time! Katelyn wouldn’t let a "next time" happen if she could help it. She could only think of one thing that was worse than dying and Katelyn was not about to let that happen. Her mother was all she had left in this world.

"You’re really making this far more difficult than it needs to be," Jenny said.

"What do you mean?"

Jenny tilted her head to one side and said, "The best thing for you to do is to not tell her you’re not married!"

"I came to you for help and you’re not helping!" Katelyn said exasperated.

"Listen, your mother’s health is bad, right?" Katelyn nodded and Jenny continued. "And by her thinking you are married has helped her, right?" Katelyn’s eyes narrowed. She nodded again.

"So, keep up this charade for now. What’s it going to hurt? And what’s more important? Your conscience or her getting better?"

Jenny made it sound so simple. Then another thought came to Katelyn’s mind.

"What about when she’s here for a visit?"

"He’s on an extended business trip and won’t make it back until after your mom leaves."

Katelyn smiled at her friend’s enthusiasm. Her plan sounded as though it might work. True enough, Mr. Barkley was out of town right now. He was back in Stockton for a trial going on there and wasn’t supposed to be back until the end of next week.

"I just don’t know," Katelyn said, doubting her friend.

"Trust me. What can go wrong?"

Carol Mahoney’s train was late. Katelyn stood on the platform as the train pulled in. She waited for her mother to disembark and waved to her when she saw her. Katelyn ran to her mother and gave her a hug, noticing that her mother was still underweight.

"I’m so happy you’re here!," Katelyn said.

"I’m glad to be here. I’m especially glad that long train ride is over."

Katelyn looked into her mother’s tired eyes. "Maybe you should have waited a while before coming out for a visit."

"Nonsense. I’m fine. Besides, I wanted to meet this husband of yours."

At the mention of husband, Katelyn’s ears pinked up. She was glad she had worn her hair down or her mother would have known something was up.

"Well, you see, Jarrod is not here. He had a trial in another town and will be gone for quite a while. He’s sorry he missed you. Maybe you’ll get to meet him next time!" Katelyn made her short speech while they waited for her mother’s trunk to be unloaded.

"Oh, I was so looking forward to meeting him!," Carol said sounding very disappointed.

"Maybe next time," Katelyn repeated.

"Can’t he sneak away for just a few days. It is for a good reason you know. To meet his mother-in-law!"

Katelyn sighed. "He’s a very busy man, Mother. He’s at a trial that could last for several weeks."

Carol shook her head. "Well, that’s too bad. At this rate, I thinking I’ll never meet him."

That is the plan, Katelyn thought to herself.

"At least tell me about him, then."

Katelyn smiled. She thought of the time he had bandaged her arm after being scratched by a cat. "He’s wonderful. Very kind and gently. Intelligent. He has dark hair and beautiful blue eyes."

"You sound so in love with him! I’m happy for you!" Katelyn’s mother gave her a hug, one that she returned.

"I have a carriage waiting for us, Mother. We should go."

"I’m going to go ask the porter to bring my trunk to the carriage, I’ll be right back."

Before Katelyn could offer to do that for her mother, she had walked off. Katelyn smiled. Her mother may have been at death’s door just a while back, but she certainly looked well now. Katelyn lost sight of her mother in the crowd. She looked around, trying to see her.

"Katelyn?"

Katelyn’s face drained of all color. She knew that voice. She turned around and stared into the face of Jarrod Barkley.

"Mr...Mr. Barkley," Katelyn stammered.

"What are you doing here? Have you been out of town as well?"

Katelyn shook her head. Her eyes darted around quickly, searching for her mother’s whereabouts.

"My mother is in town. I was just here picking her up."

"Oh, may I meet her?" Jarrod asked innocently.

"NO!" Katelyn almost screamed. Jarrod was slightly taken aback.

"I mean, she’s still not feeling well and I just want to get her home."

Jarrod nodded. Katelyn seemed upset by something and Jarrod found himself feeling concerned.

"Katelyn, are you alright?"

"Jarrod?"

Jarrod turned around and saw an older version of Katelyn standing in front of him. That this was Katelyn’s mother was evident. He smiled and held out his hand.

"Yes, I’m Jarrod Barkley."

"I knew it was you. Katelyn has described you to me but her letters just didn’t do you justice. I think I could have picked you out in this crowd even if you and Katelyn weren’t standing next to each other!"

Katelyn found herself wanting to die right then and there. She even looked up to see if a train were coming down the tracks because she wouldn’t have any second thoughts about throwing herself in front of it.

Jarrod turned to Katelyn, an amused expression on his face. Katelyn couldn’t meet his eyes, she was too embarrassed.

"Mother..."Katelyn started.

"It’s wonderful to meet you, Mrs. Mahoney," Jarrod said.

"You must call me Mom."

"Mother!" Katelyn said rather sharply.

Carol looked over at her daughter. "Okay, then at least call me Carol. After all we are family now."

Jarrod wasn’t sure if he had heard right. Family?

"I was so disappointed when Katelyn said you wouldn’t be in town for my visit. But I guess your trial ended sooner than expected? I hope you won. Oh I’m sure you did. Katelyn said you are a wonderful lawyer. How about a hug for your mother-in-law!"

"Mother!"

So that was it. Jarrod now thought he understood what was going on. He looked over at Katelyn who was as white as a sheet. He felt sorry for her. He knew he should feel angry with her but he wasn’t. Not even a little. He knew the pressures placed on children by parents for them to be married. Not that his family had ever done that, but he had gotten a sense from Katelyn that her mother was eager for her to marry.

And Jarrod admitted he felt pleased that Katelyn would choose him. He chanced a look at Katelyn and bit the inside of his cheek so as not to smile.

"It would be an honor to give my mother-in-law a hug!"

Katelyn stifled a groan.

Chapter 3

Katelyn chewed her bottom lip as she watched the porters sorting through the trunks and luggage from the train. This little white lie of hers was spinning way out of control. There had to be a way of salvaging this without upsetting her mother. And Mr. Barkley hadn’t said anything yet, but she was sure she would lose her job over this. She understood how he felt because she had felt the same way when the nurse had congratulated her on her marriage. How could she have let Jenny talk her into this? It was suppose to be so simple, but it was far from simple now.

She saw her mother’s trunk and started to reach for it, but a hand stopped her.

"Let me get that for you," the deep voice said, sending tingling sensations all through Katelyn’s body. She looked up into Jarrod Barkley’s smiling face, loving the even row of white teeth that shown through.

"Thank you," she managed, feeling humiliation wash through her.

"You’re welcome. Any others?" he asked.

Katelyn shook her head. They were standing alone, her mother having gone to sit in the hired carriage to wait for them.

"Mr. Barkley, I’m so sorry for this...misunderstanding."

"You really should call me Jarrod. Especially since we are married." He smiled at her and she couldn’t believe how calm he seemed.

"I can explain."

He made a tsking noise. "A wife shouldn’t keep secrets from her husband."

Katelyn stared at him. How could he tease her at a time like this?

"Please let me explain."

Jarrod smiled again and said, "I look forward to your explanation, but right now I think we should get your mother home. She’s looking tired."

Katelyn continued to stare at him. He had come and taken charge of the situation with ease just as he had done when the cat scratched her.

"So you’re not going to say anything to my mother?"

Gazing into her upturned face, he winked at her. "Your secret is safe with me."

"Thank you, Mr. Barkley. I promise to come up with something to get you out of this."

As he bent down to pick up the small trunk, she thought she heard him say, "No rush," but she couldn’t be sure.

"Which carriage is yours, kitten?" he asked and she whipped her head around to stare at him.

Kitten?!

"I thought you had to go to the...office. Let us drop you off." There. That would get him out of this mess. She breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh, no. Work can wait until later. Family is more important you know, darling," he said giving her one of his most charming smiles.

Darling?! Katelyn was having a hard time figuring out why he was willing to play along. She found herself getting lost in his deep blue eyes...

"Excuse me, dear. I know you’re just as surprised to see your husband as I am, but you can stare at him at home. His arms are going to fall off if he holds that trunk any longer!" Katelyn’s mom said. She had come to see what was taking so long.

"Oh, yeah. Uh..let’s go." She shook her head and walked toward the waiting carriage. The driver took the trunk from Jarrod and placed it with the other luggage. Jarrod helped Carol in and then reached for Katelyn’s hand. She allowed him to help her into the carriage and then he joined them.

"Are we still going to Baker Street?" the driver asked, having recognized Jarrod and knowing he lived on Nob Hill.

Katelyn’s eyes widened as Jarrod said yes and off they went.

"You saved my life you know," Carol said to Jarrod.

"Oh, how so?" he asked.

"Cutting the engagement short and rushing the wedding. The doctors didn’t give me much hope. I wish I had been there. But you know that. Kate said it was your idea to marry before she came to visit me in Denver. I felt so at ease knowing she had a nice man to look after her. Then I thought about the grandchildren I might never see and that pulled me through. I would like to order at least a half dozen, please."

"Mother!" Katelyn said, feeling the color rise in her cheeks.

"Well, you have talked about children, haven’t you? I want to be a doting grandmother and I can’t do that unless I have grandchildren."

"We are going to wait a while," Katelyn said through gritted teeth.

"Since the wedding was so hurried, we thought we should wait a while before having children. I travel back and forth between Stockton and San Francisco a lot right now anyway. I don’t want Kate to go through her confinement all by herself," Jarrod said, looking at his "wife". Katelyn noticed he called her "Kate" and she felt her heart quicken at the nickname.

"Well, I think you should settle down in one place now. Choose either Stockton or San Francisco, but you should stop all of the traveling-"

"Mother, please," Katelyn said, exasperated. She rubbed her forehead feeling a headache coming on. What in the world had she done?

Chapter 4

Normally, Katelyn looked forward to coming home every day. She had rented a small cottage not far from downtown. It was a cute little place, very modest but it more than met her needs. She had planted flowers in the front on either side of the walk way and they were in full bloom. Beside the porch were rose bushes with their beautiful red blossoms making the air fragrant. Katelyn had always considered her home her mini-sanctuary.

But not today. Today she was bringing her mother and her make-believe husband home with her. Her worst nightmare was coming true.

The driver stopped the carriage in front of the house and Jarrod stepped out first. He helped Carol down and then Katelyn. He held her hand for a moment longer and gave it a slight squeeze as he said, "I’ll get the bags and take care of the driver."

Katelyn nodded and she and her mother walked to the front door. She opened it a huge ball of fur came running out. Kate had found a stray puppy last year and hadn’t had the heart to turn it away. She had named her Lucky and thought it was a fitting name.

"Hello, Lucky, hello girl!" Lucky wagged her tale as her master petted her.

"Meet Mother, Lucky," Katelyn said and Carol patted the excited dog. Lucky jumped up onto Carol and Katelyn tried to nudge her away.

"Off, Lucky!" she said, but Lucky was ignoring her.

"Off!" Jarrod said in a low, stern voice. Lucky obeyed immediately and turned toward him.

"Sit!"

Lucky obeyed again, her tale wagging. Katelyn was amazed. She had been trying to teach Lucky to sit for over a year with no luck. She admitted she hadn’t been working as consistently as she should have, but still... Jarrod was a stranger and yet Lucky was acting as though she had known him all of her life.

"Well, she certainly knows who’s boss around here!" Carol said with a smile.

Katelyn smiled weakly. Jarrod brought in the small trunk and suitcases. Lucky stayed close by his side, wagging her tail with glee.

"Your dog missed you," Carol said. "I think she would like her papa to be around more."

"Mother!" Katelyn said sharply.

Carol just smiled. Katelyn turned to look at Jarrod who was bending down over the trunk. She could have sworn he was hiding a smile.

"Where do you want these?" Jarrod asked, straightening up.

"My mom’s things can go in the bedroom." Katelyn crossed the small room and opened a door that led to the house’s only bedroom.

"Oh, honey, I can’t take your room. Where will the two of you sleep?"

As far apart as possible.

"I’ll be fine on the couch," Carol said.

"Mother, you are not sleeping on the couch. You need your rest. Doctor’s orders." Besides, sharing a bedroom with Jarrod Barkley was out of the question. This charade could only go so far, for heaven’s sake!

Carol opened her mouth to protest but Jarrod spoke. "We insist you take the bedroom. We won’t take no for an answer." When Jarrod had said we the first time, he put his hands on Katelyn’s shoulders and gave them a slight squeeze. His touch sent shivers all through her.

And just as quickly as Lucky had obeyed, Carol had. Did he always get his own way?

A few hours later, Katelyn grew tired of watching her supposed protector lapping up attention from Jarrod Barkley.

"Come on, Lucky. It’s time for you to go outside for a while."

The dog looked over at Jarrod and gave a little whine. Katelyn rolled her eyes. Now her dog was asking his permission!

"Go, Lucky," Jarrod said and watched as Katelyn and Lucky went out the door. He waited a few minutes and then excused himself and walked outside. He found Katelyn kneeling down in front of Lucky, petting her. When Lucky saw Jarrod, her ears perked up and she bowled Katelyn over to get to him.

"Sit. Stay." Katelyn closed her eyes in embarrassment at the sound of his deep voice. She sprawled out on the ground in a rather undignified manner. Jarrod reached down and Katelyn noticed how his strong, masculine hand swallowed hers as he helped her up.

"How come when I ask her to do something she ignores me?" Katelyn asked, knowing that they needed to talk about a more serious matter, but she wasn’t quite ready for that yet.

"Your answer, my dear, is in your question."

Katelyn’s pulse quickened at his endearment, but she wouldn’t allow herself to enjoy the pleasure. He probably calls a lot of women ‘dear’ . It’s only a casual gesture, she told herself.

"You ask, ever so sweetly, I might add. Lucky isn’t ignoring you. She’s just telling you ‘no’. Dogs are like children and must be told firmly, but kindly."

Jarrod spent the next few minutes giving Lucky commands and instructing Katelyn on how to do the same. Katelyn was enjoying the lesson but when Jarrod stepped closer and took her hand in his, she felt her heart slamming in her chest.

"W-what are you doing?" she asked. Jarrod had laced their fingers together and Katelyn loved the way their hands seemed to fit together so perfectly. She backed up and found herself leaning against a tree. Jarrod rested his forearm on a low branch and blocked her in.

"Katelyn," he said in a low voice. "We need to talk."

Katelyn knew that. But for the life of her she couldn’t respond. As a matter of fact, she couldn’t remember what it was they needed to talk about! He was so close. His blue eyes scanning her face, his warm breath on her cheek. How long had she dreamed of this kind of interaction between them? It was just so sudden. So unexpected. And they weren’t alone. Her mother was here. Her mother and Jarrod. Under the same roof!

"I hope you don’t mind," Jarrod said softly. "Your mom may be watching and I am assuming we want to give the illusion of a happily married couple? Unless we are having troubles. But then again, if you went to all this trouble to fabricate a marriage, it should be a happy one. And I will do my best to fulfill that role-" He dipped his head in a token bow. "-and keep up the image of a happily married couple. Any objections so far?"

His mischievous smile told her he was teasing. The only objection Katelyn had was that it wasn’t real.

"So, tell me how I became the son-in-law of the woman inside?" He raised his eyebrows. "Unless there is another Jarrod Barkley that looks just like me and he is the one you told your mother about?"

No, you’re definitely the one, Katelyn thought. Her cheeks felt as though they were on fire. She wished she could just sink into a hole in the ground.

"When I was ten, my father died," she began.

Jarrod’s smile faded and she saw earnest regret in his eyes.

"I’m sorry."

"My mom never remarried and we always were able to make it somehow, as a team. But I felt the need to be out on my own and saw an ad for a Ladies College here in San Francisco. It was difficult for my mom when I left, and she’s always asked me when I was going to settle down and get married. So I..."Katelyn cleared her throat. "I finally grew tired of the questions about when I was going to get married and I made something up to appease her."

"Something?" Jarrod asked, raising one eyebrow.

"Well, I told her I was seeing someone."

"Someone?"

This was really getting to be too much. Bad enough that she had to tell him this at all, but with the way he was watching her...

"Fine. I told her I was seeing you. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to use you or lie about it. But she sounded so worried and I just reached the end of my rope! I just want her to be happy," she finished softly.

After a few moments, she went on again. "I know I should have told her the truth, if not before certainly at the train station. But I was afraid..."

"Afraid?"

Katelyn looked up into his handsome blue eyes. "I’m afraid that the shock could be too much for her. I don’t want to lose her. She’s all I have in the world right now. She looks strong, but she isn’t . I didn’t see any harm in continuing and I didn’t foresee you getting caught up in this."

Jarrod began to speak but Katelyn interrupted him. "But don’t worry. I have a plan. Tomorrow, I’ll tell her you have to go back to Stockton for an important case. Mom is just happy at being able to meet you."

Jarrod considered her words. "I can play the doting husband for a while. How long is your mother staying?"

Katelyn’s eyes widened. He actually was willing to go along with this? Her fantasy Jarrod would, of course, play along. The imaginary Jarrod would sweep her into his arms and make everything right, even propose for real. But this was the real Jarrod. He wouldn’t be able to play along for as long as her mother would be staying. "A month."

He would change his mind now, she knew.

"Oh, a whole month." His voice turned thoughtful. He was quiet for a few minutes and Katelyn thought he was trying to find a way out of this mess. She didn’t blame him. She would let him off the hook.

"I think I can arrange that."

Katelyn blinked several times. "You can’t be serious."

"Sure, why not?"

Katelyn stared at him. "Why would you?"

Jarrod looked away from her, trying to choose his words carefully.

"I understand the pressures placed on someone to accomplish things in their life," Jarrod said, looking at her again. "I’m doing this for reasons I’d rather not say right now. Let’s just leave it at that."

Katelyn found her mind asking all sorts of questions. Why would he do this? And why wouldn’t he tell her his reasons? What did she really know about him anyway? Was he just setting her up to cash in an IOU later?

Katelyn dismissed those thoughts. Jarrod Barkley was not that kind of man. She was sure of it. Then why...?

There’s always a possibility that he has some feelings for you, she thought. Her eyes widened. That possibility sparked hope in her.

She felt his hand squeeze hers again and this jarred her out of her thoughts.

"Now, suppose you fill me in on our courtship. I want every last detail."

Katelyn swallowed hard. She tried to remember everything she had written and told to her mother. She had thought that she couldn’t be humiliated any further. How silly. It was just beginning.

Chapter 5

"Mother, you need quality rest. And sleeping on the sofa isn’t where you’ll get it. Please take my...er...our bed," Katelyn insisted of her mother.

"But where will you two sleep? It makes more sense for me to be out here."

"It will be a bit crowded if all three of us sleep out here," Jarrod said, hooking his arm around Katelyn’s waist.

"I meant that the two of you should have your bed," Carol said in her best "do not get smart with me, young man" voice.

"No. We’ve already decided. It’s up to you whether or not you take the bed. But if you decide not to, then you’ll have to find your own room on the floor."

Carol threw her hands up in the air, signaling her surrender. "You win. But I’m not happy about it."

Jarrod smiled at his pseudo mother-in-law and kissed her on the forehead. "We’ll figure out a better arrangement tomorrow," he promised.

Yes. Like you going to Stockton! Katelyn thought.

"I’ll hold you to that promise," Carol said as she made her way to the bedroom and closed the door.

Katelyn began to unfold the blankets she had and place them on the sofa. Jarrod turned to watch her and said softly, "This will make things interesting."

Katelyn closed her eyes. She could just kick herself for getting them into this mess.

"You can have the sofa, Mr. Barkley. I’ll take the floor."

Jarrod, ever the gentleman, shook his head. He took her hand and said, "I can’t let you do that. And it’s Jarrod." He had noticed she had gone back to calling him Mr. Barkley and he admitted he didn’t like it very much.

Katelyn looked into his eyes. She was feeling a bit put out with him at the moment, the long, emotional day catching up with her. If he thought he was getting anything more than a good night from her, he was about to be mistaken. She took back her hand and grabbed the other bedding and spread it out on the floor. Since her back was to him, she didn’t know he had come up behind her until he swept her up into his arms and deposited her on the small sofa. "Good night," he said and then took his place on the floor.

Katelyn sighed. She was being childish. Jarrod was willing to do this big favor for her and she was not treating him very well. She felt horrible but didn’t know how to rectify the situation. Well, she did know how, but refused to do it. She finally fell asleep, wishing she had just kept her big mouth shut.

As Katelyn readied for work the next morning, she found herself thinking about last night. Jarrod had been the perfect gentleman, staying on his side of the... well the floor.

He had woken early and told her he was going to go home to get ready for the day. He would see her at the office later that morning. Katelyn sighed, wondering if she would need to look for another job. When she had applied for and gotten the position as Jarrod Barkley’s secretary, she knew it was the chance of a lifetime. She had heard many good things about this man and knew she had beaten out many others for this position.

Katelyn kissed her mother goodbye and set out for work. It was early yet, she didn’t need to be there for at least another hour, but she wanted some time alone. The office wasn’t too far to walk, though she often took a hired carriage.

When she arrived, the door to the inner office was closed and Katelyn breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn’t prepared to greet her "husband" yet. She found the stack of morning correspondence on her desk and began sorting through it. She had just finished with that when the door to Jarrod’s office opened and he stepped through.

"Katelyn, may I see you in my office?" His voice sounded hard. Not like it had last night and Katelyn knew this was it. She thought he would have waited until her mother had gone back to Denver before firing her, but apparently he wasn’t going to wait. Maybe he had changed his mind about pretending to be her husband as well. She deserved it, she knew. But she feared for her mother’s health when she tried to explain.

"Please sit down," he indicated one of the chairs in front of his desk. Instead of sitting across from her, he sat in the chair next to hers.

"What am I going to do with you?" he asked, a small smile on his face.

"Do with me?" Katelyn asked, clearly confused.

"It occurred to me this morning that you haven’t asked for any time off while your mother is here. Why is that?"

Katelyn swallowed. "I was gone for so long because of her illness that I didn’t feel the right to ask for more. I knew I would have weekends and evenings free."

Jarrod’s next words caused Katelyn’s face to pale.

"I’m replacing you."

"Mr. Barkley, I need this job. Please."

Jarrod had been enjoying teasing Katelyn, but he saw too late that she wasn’t in the mood. He leaned forward.

"I’m not firing you. I’m giving you some time off. I’ve already been in touch with a temporary agency and they are sending someone over this afternoon. I want you to fill him or her in on what they need to know and I want you to take the rest of the time off to spend with your mother."

Katelyn was shocked. She couldn’t afford to go that long without receiving any pay. She said as much.

"You’ll still receive the salary we agreed upon, Katelyn."

Katelyn shook her head. "I can’t let you do this."

"Of course you can. What kind of son-in-law would I be if I couldn’t give my wife some time off?"

"But Mr. Barkley-"

"No ‘buts’ Katelyn. And what happened to calling me Jarrod?"

Katelyn sighed, knowing she had lost this battle. She nodded her agreement to him, thinking not for the first time what a special man he was. Whoever he eventually married, would be a lucky woman indeed.

It was much later that afternoon when the carriage carrying Jarrod Barkley arrived at Katelyn’s cottage. Katelyn had left around three after instructing the man the temporary agency had sent over. Jarrod had never used a temporary agency before, but found it a novel idea.

Jarrod felt a bit strange just walking into Katelyn’s without knocking, but knew that he had to act as though it were his home as well. He took a deep breath and entered. What greeted him warmed his heart. The atmosphere was cheery and Jarrod found he liked the idea of coming home to his waiting bride. The desire for it to be real hit him suddenly.

He found Katelyn and Carol in the kitchen working on dinner. "We just got started so it will be a while," Carol informed him.

Jarrod crossed over to them and gave a small bouquet of flowers to his "mother-in-law". She smiled and he knew he had gained some points there. He turned to Katelyn and gave her a kiss on the cheek. He then handed her a bouquet of yellow carnations and red roses set in a spray of baby’s breath. Katelyn smiled as she took them and drank in their lovely smell.

"They’re lovely!" she exclaimed and Jarrod was glad he had thought of them. He had heard her say once that yellow was her favorite color.

"The yellow carnations represent your favorite color," he said, watching her reaction.

She looked to him, surprised that he would know that. "And the roses?" she asked.

Jarrod’s smile widened but Carol answered before he could. "Why dear, red roses mean love. And from the looks of these, he loves you a great deal."

Katelyn’s cheeks turned a lovely shade of pink and Jarrod noticed she wouldn’t look him in the eye. She turned to find a couple of vases to put the flowers in. He knew she knew the roses were just for show and yet she still blushed. He needed to break the tension and knew just how to do it.

"You’ll need to pack your bags, ladies. I have good news."

Lucky had been waiting for Jarrod to notice her and chose this time to press up against him.

"Sorry, Lucky, you’re not invited," he said patting the dog.

"What are you talking about?" Katelyn asked, sounding alarmed.

"We’re going to move to my townhouse," Jarrod said, watching her beautiful blue eyes widen.

"You have a town house?" Carol asked, her hands resting on her hips. Her tone was a mixture of surprise and anger.

Jarrod found he was amused by both their reactions. To be honest, he hadn’t thought about how either one would react when he made his plans. But it made more sense for them to move there since there was more room.

"Yes, but since the townhouse really isn’t a place for Lucky, and the cottage is too small for all my things, we’ve been going back and forth until we can find a bigger place that will accommodate us all."

Carol accepted Jarrod’s explanation but said, "I’ll not say anything about it. Not one thing."

Jarrod didn’t need her to say anything because her tone said it all. That she wasn’t pleased was clear. He held back his grin and watched as the ladies continued to prepare dinner.

Carol had gone to the bedroom to pack her things for the move. Katelyn stayed in the kitchen and stared out the small window at her back yard. Her stomach was full of knots. She felt as though she could be ill as she thought about moving to Jarrod’s townhouse. What in the world was Jarrod thinking? Surely he wasn’t thinking about she and Jarrod sharing a bedroom...and a bed! She wanted to ask but was afraid of what the answer would be. It was hard for Katelyn to think of him being like that, but she really didn’t know him at all.

"You wanted to speak to me?" Jarrod asked, coming to stand behind her. Katelyn turned to look at him and walked outside. Lucky joined them and Katelyn picked up a stick and threw it out into the yard. Lucky ran after it, not a care in the world. Katelyn longed to feel that way.

"At least I think that’s what you wanted when you glared at me before you walked outside?"

Katelyn, who had been watching Lucky retrieve the stick, met Jarrod’s gaze.

"If you are worried I might try to take advantage of you, I assure you I won’t. You have my word."

Katelyn found herself sighing with relief.

"How did you know that was what I was thinking?" Her hand flew to her mouth and she closed her eyes. Had she really said that out loud?

"I could tell by the worried look in your eyes and the stiff way you’ve been holding yourself."

Katelyn relaxed a little and looked out at Lucky who had retrieved the stick, but had found something else to hold her interest.

"I’ve thought about this and I can easily slip out after your mother goes to bed and be back before she wakes up."

"I can’t kick you out of your own place," Katelyn said, keeping her voice low so that her mother wouldn’t hear.

"It’s my plan, remember? Don’t worry. I’ll just go to the office. The sofa there is quite comfortable. I’ve slept there many times before. Usually the night before a big case. I keep an extra set of clothes there. It’ll be alright."

Katelyn felt guilty that Jarrod was going out of his way for her. Again, she had to ask, "Why don’t you just go back to Stockton so that you don’t have to be involved in this? It would make it so much easier for yourself."

Jarrod watched her profile and said softly, "I want to do this for you, no strings attached. Isn’t that enough?"

Katelyn turned to him. NO! It wasn’t! She wanted to know why he was doing this. But he was being so tightlipped about it and she wasn’t really in a position to ask.

"Yes. Of course. Thank you, Jarrod," was what she said instead.

Chapter 6

When Katelyn saw Jarrod’s townhouse, her eyes opened wide. She quickly schooled her features as she was supposed to have been there before. Jarrod watched her and hid his smile. He had enjoyed her slight reaction.

The carriage pulled to a stop and Jarrod helped the ladies down. He escorted them inside and then went to retrieve their things. Immediately, Katelyn could see why Lucky wouldn’t be welcomed here. Jarrod’s townhouse was impeccably clean and tastefully decorated. Carol had gone in first and Katelyn stood behind her, at the door looking around. She was not paying attention and Jarrod bumped her from behind as he came in with the luggage. Katelyn’s face warmed with embarrassment and she moved out of his way. Jarrod smiled at her and gave her a little wink, letting her know he understood her reaction.

"Mother," he said to Carol, "Come this way and I’ll show you your room."

Jarrod led the way upstairs, the ladies following. He opened a door to reveal a beautifully decorated bedroom. The quilt on the bed was navy blue as were the rugs on the floor. The cherry furniture complimented the room well. Katelyn found that she very much liked this room and knew her mother would be comfortable there. The room was so spacious and Katelyn wondered that if this was the guest room, what did Jarrod’s room look like? Katelyn shut her eyes, trying at the same time to shut that thought out.

"We’ll leave you to get settled, Mother," Jarrod said and put his hand on Katelyn’s back, propelling her forward. They walked down a hallway to the opposite end of the house. Jarrod paused outside the door and watched Katelyn’s face for a moment. She looked pale. She looked at him and he stared back, his blue eyes begging her to trust him. He wouldn’t allow her to be harmed. She nodded, his message seeming to get across and he opened the door.

They walked in to a small sitting room. There was a fire place and a small settee and chair. Jarrod again place his hand on Katelyn’s back and gave her a little push forward. He found himself nervous as well. He wanted Katelyn to like his room. He opened another door and the actual bedroom was revealed. Katelyn’s eyes opened in wonder. It was so beautiful. She checked herself. Beautiful didn’t seem to be the word to describe it. It was so masculine, but in a tasteful way. The four poster bed was made from dark wood and had matching night stands. There was an armoire and a tall chest of drawers to one side while on the other there was another door. Jarrod set Katelyn’s small valise down and watched her as she roamed around the room.

"This is nice," she said, running her hand along the dresser, loving the feel of the smooth wood.

Jarrod walked over to the room’s other door and opened it. "In here is a water closet. Your mother has one next to her room. There’s one downstairs as well. I hope you’ll be comfortable here."

Jarrod held his breath wanting Katelyn to approve. "I know I will be. I just feel guilty for pushing you out of your own home."

Jarrod walked over to Katelyn and put his hand under her chin, bringing her eyes up to meet his. He stared into her eyes and she wondered if she saw something in his.

"There’s no reason to feel guilty," he said softly. He leaned in and placed a tender kiss on the side of her mouth. She closed her eyes at the brief kiss. Someone clearing their throat brought Katelyn back to reality. Jarrod dropped his hand and turned around.

"Sorry to interrupt," Carol said.

"You’re not," Jarrod replied. Katelyn hid the hurt that threatened to spill forth. Jarrod must have heard her mother coming. He had said that they needed to give the illusion of a happily married couple and that was what he was doing.

"Of course you’re not, Mother. Just let me put my things away and I’ll join you downstairs."

Carol smiled and nodded, leaving the room.

Jarrod turned back to Katelyn, whose look was guarded. He wished that Carol hadn’t interrupted them. He hadn’t meant to kiss Katelyn, but he hated the look of uncertainty that she had on her face. He found that the brief kiss he had shared with her was not enough. But maybe it was for the best. After all, in a few weeks Carol would be gone and Katelyn would be just his secretary again. Why, did he wonder, did that thought make him sad?

Chapter 7

Jarrod placed Katelyn’s valise on the bed and turned to her. She still wore her guarded look and he wished there were something he could do to get her to relax. Nothing came to mind so instead he said, "I’ve emptied these drawers for you."

He pointed out the drawers on the right and Katelyn stiffened.

"Your mother might get suspicious if she notices you living out of a suitcase," he reminded her. Of course, appearances, she thought.

"Why don’t you wait and do this later. Your mother is waiting for us downstairs."

Katelyn nodded. She didn’t feel up to doing it right now anyway and was glad for Jarrod’s suggestion. Carol was in the parlor downstairs, sitting in one of the comfortable chairs. Katelyn sat opposite her and Jarrod took the seat next to Katelyn. Katelyn let her mind wander and didn’t pay any attention to the conversation taking place between her mother and Jarrod. She was so tired from everything that was happening. She hadn’t slept well the night before and the weight of her dilemma was getting to be too much.

Jarrod noticed her quietness. He would glance over in her direction often, concern showing on his face. Finally, when he saw Katelyn dozing, he decided to call it a night.

"Well, Mother. You are welcomed to stay down here if you like, but it looks as if my wife needs to get some sleep."

"Of course, Jarrod. I’m tired, myself. I’ll see you two in the morning!" And Carol went up the stairs.

Jarrod watched Katelyn for a moment, admiring her features. Katelyn began to stir and sat up with a start.

"Mother!" she said, looking around.

"She’s already gone to bed," he told her, softly.

"I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep."

Jarrod smiled. He hadn’t minded but thought if he told her that she would ask why and he wasn’t sure he wanted to tell her the reason. He wasn’t sure of the reason himself.

"Let’s go on up."

Katelyn allowed Jarrod to take her hand and guide her up the stairs. She was too tired to think much about him leading her to his bedroom. When they got there, she remembered she hadn’t put her things away yet and began unpacking. Jarrod was gathering the things he would need for the morning and noticed Katelyn had become agitated.

"What’s wrong?"

"I didn’t pack anything to sleep in. I can’t believe it! I’ve never forgotten that. My hairbrush, yes, I’ve forgotten my hairbrush. But never my nightgown."

Jarrod watched her go on and on, feeling sorry for her. She was exhausted and the stress of their situation was getting to be too much for her. She continued to frantically search through her things, hoping she had just missed seeing her gown when she noticed Jarrod standing next to her.

"You can wear this until you can get back to the house to get your nightgown." Katelyn took the shirt Jarrod held in his hands. She knew it would swallow her, but it would be more than sufficient for tonight. He handed her a robe also.

"I won’t be needing this. Use it for as long as you like. I’m going to change. I’ll knock before I come out."

Katelyn knew if she spoke she would burst into tears so she just nodded. Jarrod noticed her eyes were watering, but allowed her the privacy she needed. He wanted to hold her in his arms and tell her everything would be okay, but he himself wasn’t sure how this would work out.

Jarrod took his time changing. It was getting rather late and he was sure Carol was asleep for the night. When he felt he had given Katelyn enough time, he quietly knocked on the door. He didn’t hear a response so he carefully opened the door and peeked out. The sight before him made him smile.

Katelyn was sound asleep. She hadn’t changed, but had fallen asleep in her clothes on top of the bed. He covered her with the blanket from the end of the bed and brushed back a strand of hair from her face. He was beginning to wonder if a month would be long enough to satisfy his need to take care of her. Jarrod left the room quietly, his thoughts troubling him.

Katelyn woke slowly, stretching luxuriously. She opened her heavy eyelids and then slammed them shut again. The night before came flooding back. The last thing she remembered was waiting for Jarrod to come out of the bathroom. She must have fallen asleep. She sat up slowly and looked around. There was a light blanket over her. Jarrod must have covered her. She was still in her clothes from yesterday and the shirt Jarrod had given her was lying in a heap on the floor beside the bed.

Where was Jarrod? More importantly, where did he sleep? Katelyn rose from the bed and straightened the quilt and blanket. She then changed quickly and unpacked her things, putting them away in the drawers Jarrod had emptied for her.

Once she had fixed her hair, she walked from the room. The clock in the hall said it was 7:30. She had slept all night without stirring. The last few days were catching up to her. She made her way downstairs and found Jarrod sitting in the kitchen, drinking some coffee. She didn’t want to disturb him but she must have made some noise because he looked up and saw her standing there. His wonderful blue eyes met hers and she found it difficult to look away.

"Good morning, kitten. Did you sleep well?" he asked. Katelyn forced her eyes not to close in delight when he called her ‘kitten’. It was just for show after all, her heart painfully reminded her.

"Yes...yes I did. Did you?" she found it difficult to think straight when he was looking at her like that. Katelyn was finding it difficult to stand so she sat at the table with him.

"I did," he said watching her face.

"To answer your question-"

"What question?" Katelyn interrupted.

"The one on your face," he said softly. "I slept at my office last night."

Katelyn felt relief pour through her. Then guilt. She should have trusted him.

"I’m so sorry for all the trouble I’ve caused you."

Jarrod stood and said, "It’s not a problem." He walked over to the counter and brought to the table a tray of muffins.

She took a muffin and began slathering it with butter. Normally she didn’t use so much, but her mind was not focused.

"Water for your tea will be ready in just a minute," Jarrod commented. Katelyn looked up from her food to him. How did he know she preferred tea to coffee? And come to think of it, where had all this food come from? He had apologized last night for not having any food. She noticed his smile widened and he covered his mouth, stifling a laugh.

"Don’t ever play poker, Kate. Your eyes are too expressive. It’s as though your thoughts are right there, waiting to be read."

Only by you. No one else had never understood her as well as Jarrod had.

"I stopped by the bakery this morning on the here," he said by way of explanation, sitting down once again with her. His face still sported his handsome smile.

She shook her head and this time he did laugh out loud. She gave him an "all right, that’s enough look". Can you read that-darling? Surprise filled her when he sobered quickly - apparently he could! But she could still see the amusement dancing in his eyes.

"You missed a spot," Jarrod joked as she watched Katelyn continue to put butter on her muffin.

Katelyn looked up and said, "Mr. Barkley, isn’t there anything I can say to change your mind?"

"Call me Jarrod. After all, we are married." He gently raised his eyebrows.

Oh no you don’t! You’re not going to distract me with charm!

Not completely, anyway. With pure force of will she shook off the haze of attraction his tone had created and pulled herself together.

Kind of.

She stared at him and then frowned. She had been saying something. Something important...

"You wanted to change my mind." His smile was broader this time and just a bit smug.

Crossing her arms she said, "Would you please consider going back to Stockton? It would be simpler for everyone, especially you!"

"But not as much fun," he said.

Fun! Her mouth went dry. "Won’t you please go away?"

"Are you trying to get rid of me?" He leaned back in his chair, effecting the perfect wounded little boy expression.

She replied without hesitation. "Yes!"

He clutched his chest as though a mighty blow had struck him in the heart. She didn’t laugh or even smile at his antics. He sobered and sat forward.

"Kate, you aren’t still worried that I’ll impose myself on you, are you?"

"Well, you spent the night on my living room floor with my dog as your companion. Then you spent last night on the sofa in your office. I just have to wonder how long you’ll be able to put up with all of this."

"You don’t trust me?" He sounded mildly offended.

"No, it’s not that."

"You don’t trust yourself then? Should I be worried you will try to take advantage of me?"

"No. Yes. No." She took a slow deep breath. "I mean, I feel like I’m already taking advantage of your kindness." How had the conversation gone astray so quickly? She looked down at the uneaten muffin still in her hands.

"Kate."

At the soft word, she focused on him, taking in the sincerity in his eyes, the slight smile on his lips. He reached out to give her hand a slight squeeze. "Everything will work out. You’ll see. Just relax."

Chapter 8

Jarrod Barkley sat at his desk, going over the events of the last few days in his mind. What in the world had he done? He was a defender of truth. He hated lies. And yet he was living one now.

When it had come down to it, a woman’s gratitude meant more to him than the truth. And it wasn’t just any woman. It was Katelyn Mahoney! With any other woman he would have brought up the truth as kindly as possible, even if it caused discomfort or some pain. After all, he hadn’t started the lie.

But when he looked into those eyes, seen the alarm on her face...he hadn’t thought twice. Just jumped into the fray, playing the gallant hero.

It had made sense then... but now. With every passing moment he teetered between the truth, keeping up the charade, and taking Katelyn up on her mythical court case in Stockton.

He wanted - no needed - Katelyn to trust him, so in return, maybe he could trust her too. He had to be sure of his own feelings for her. Had to be sure he could place his trust in her. All he knew was that he never felt for another woman what he felt for Katelyn.

Of course, the easiest solution would be to follow Kate’s suggestion and pretend to go back to Stockton for a case. But he didn’t want to do that. No, what he wanted was to be near Katelyn. And while their fake marriage might have a lot of drawbacks, it did allow him that time. Time with Katelyn.

Besides, they weren’t doing this just as a lark. It was for Kate’s mother. The woman was clearly still fragile and if this would help her regain her health, then it was worth it, wasn’t it? It wasn’t as though he were toying with Katelyn’s affection. She knew as well as he did that this wasn’t real...

Even as he made the assertion, he saw again the way she’d looked at him this morning: the uncertainty, the questions swirling in those big, blue eyes; eyes he could easily drown in...

He shook his head then uttered a sigh. With any luck, down the road they would laugh about this and draw closer because of it. And when her mother was strong enough to hear the truth, he would be the first to tell her.

Katelyn had had just about enough. She couldn’t take the lie anymore and was going to tell her mother the truth. The three had gone out for a late brunch and when Carol had excused herself, Katelyn told Jarrod she was ready to come clean. Jarrod had agreed to help her when they got back to the townhouse.

"Mother, we need to talk to you," Katelyn said. They had just gotten back and had entered the parlor. Jarrod was behind Katelyn at the bar, pouring them all something to drink. For someone who said he’d stand behind and support her decision, he was certainly far enough away!

"Actually, I need to tell you something...about Jarrod and me."

"This sounds serious." Carol sent a worried glance at Jarrod.

"Well, it is."

"I better sit down," Carol said, touching her hand to her chest as she sat down. Her breathing was shallow and Katelyn was alarmed.

"Mother, are you all right?" Katelyn moved to sit next to her mother, taking her hand in her own.

Carol patted the back of Katelyn’s hand, but her face was pale. "It’s just a little spell. It will pass."

Jarrod knelt in front of them with a glass of water. Katelyn waved it away. "I’m not thirsty."

"It’s for your mother."

"Oh," she said and quickly took it. Her mother rested a shaky hand on top of Katelyn’s as she took a sip of water.

"Maybe you should go lie down," Katelyn suggested, hoping her mother wasn’t having a relapse.

"I’ll be fine," Carol said weakly. "Now, what was it you wanted to tell me?"

Oh no. No way. Not now. Not after what just happened. If anything happened to her mother because of her, Katelyn would never forgive herself. Now was not the time for making herself feel better. And after all, isn’t that why she’d been ready to tell the truth? To get out from under this feeling of guilt and being wrong?

She’d just have to deal with it for now. Her mother was more important. Katelyn would wait a few more days.

"Nothing. You go rest."

"If you insist," she said and she sighed. Carol held out her hand for assistance. Katelyn helped her mother up off of the sofa and up the stairs.

Jarrod watched the ladies leave the room. He hadn’t been sure until that last "If you insist" complete with the heavy sigh...all perfectly executed, perfectly designed to steal the color and confidence from Kate’s face. Remembering the fear he had seen in Katelyn’s eyes, he felt his jaw tighten and forced himself to relax. Carol’s "spell" was just too convenient. He’d suspected it had more to do with Carol not wanting to hear any bad news concerning her daughter than it did with the woman’s health.

Jarrod didn’t like the way Carol pulled Katelyn’s strings. For a moment, he seriously considered marching into Carol’s room and confronting her, telling her he wasn’t going to allow it, that he wouldn’t permit her to play her daughter this way.

But the truth was, he didn’t have the right to do any such thing.

If he were really Kate’s husband, he wouldn’t hesitate to stand up to Carol. Gently, of course. And as with much kindness as possible. But with a firmness that let her know all the spells in the world wouldn’t work on him - or his wife. But he wasn’t Katelyn’s husband. Wasn’t even her fiancé. He was a fraud, nothing more. And that didn’t give him the right to protect anyone...least of all the woman he was coming to care more for.

Chapter 9

The next morning at breakfast, Jarrod asked Katelyn to come into work with him for a few hours. He had to be in court that morning and he could have taken Miss Pierce, the temporary secretary, but since Katelyn had worked on the case with him he thought it was best to take her. Carol said she didn’t mind and was looking forward to spending a little time alone. She would spend the morning resting up after her "spell" (Jarrod had to put forth his best poker face when she mentioned that) and would look forward to seeing them later.

As Katelyn readied herself for the day, she thought about her mother’s health. She looked better this morning, though still a little pale. She also noticed Jarrod’s reserved manner with her mother. He was still very polite, but something was different. Perhaps he was tiring of playing along. She couldn’t blame him. She had told him yesterday that she was coming forth with the truth and figured they would be out of his townhouse by this morning. Instead, they were all going to go for a carriage ride when they returned after lunch. Katelyn watched her reflection in the mirror, and saw the signs of strain showing on her face. She put the finishing touches on her hair and walked downstairs to meet Jarrod.

They had finished in court sooner than expected and were standing outside the courthouse while Jarrod spoke with his client. Katelyn stood next to Jarrod, not paying attention to the conversation between the two men. Jarrod’s client excused himself and Jarrod turned to Katelyn with a smile on his face. She noticed the smile die when he looked over the top of her head. She turned to see one of the most beautiful women she had ever lain eyes on walking toward them. Her auburn hair was put up carefully and her dress was made in the latest style. She exuded regalness and Katelyn felt like an urchin as she stood next to her.

"Why Jarrod Barkley. You have been such an impossible man to track down," the beautiful woman said, batting her eyelashes at Jarrod.

And yet you still managed it. Though how hard can it be to find a lawyer at the courthouse?

"I’ve been busy, Miss Altman," Jarrod said, and Katelyn could tell by his tone that he was uncomfortable. She knew it had to be because of her and she was right. It was. But not for the reason she thought.

"And who is this lovely creature," Amanda asked, sneering just a bit as she said "lovely".

Jarrod moved closer to Katelyn in almost a protective stance.

"This is Katelyn Mahoney. Now if you’ll excuse us, we have some appointments to attend to," Jarrod’s voice was dismissive and Katelyn couldn’t help but wonder what was going on.

"But Jarrod, dear, I was so hoping we could talk. I’ve been missing you."

Jarrod felt Katelyn stiffen beside him when Amanda called him ‘dear’ and saying that she had missed him. He closed his eyes for a second before he turned around to face Amanda.

"I felt I explained myself quite well to you, Miss Altman. If you have need of legal services, you can either make an appointment with my secretary or seek counsel somewhere else. Good day."

Jarrod took Katelyn’s arm and escorted her to their carriage. He couldn’t believe Amanda would make such a scene in public. He was furious! Katelyn could sense his anger, but didn’t know if it was directed at her or not. She wisely stayed quiet, wishing she had just told her mother everything yesterday and had gotten him out of this mess. That way, if he had wanted to stay with Miss Altman, he could have.

Jarrod eventually calmed down and looked over at Katelyn. He watched her profile and wondered what she was thinking. He reached over and took her hand, squeezing it slightly. She turned to him, her expression causing his heart to pain.

"I’m sorry, Jarrod. You could have stayed back there with Miss Altman."

Jarrod raised an eyebrow. "Are you trying to punish me, Kate?"

She looked at him in confusion.

"I didn’t and I don’t ever want to stay with Miss Altman. Yes, we were involved briefly, but things did not work out between us and I ended it."

Katelyn admitted she felt better at knowing that. She smiled at him and took back her hand. Jarrod felt an overwhelming urge to take her hand again, but knew she would question him if he did and he wasn’t ready to have that conversation yet.

Since they had finished at the courthouse earlier than expected, Jarrod decided to go back to the office. Katelyn said she was going to check on Lucky and then would meet him at the townhouse. Jarrod had been by a few times to check on the dog, but Katelyn wanted to spend a little time alone before their ride this afternoon.

When Katelyn arrived back at the townhouse it was a little after one o’clock. Jarrod wasn’t there yet and Carol was sitting in the parlor reading. Katelyn went upstairs to change into more casual clothes and when she came back down, heard the front door opening. The person walking through the door was not Jarrod, but an older woman. The woman looked at Katelyn in surprise.

"I’m sorry, Miss. I didn’t know anyone was here." The woman raised her eyebrows, looking around, looking very suspicious.

"That’s Mrs.," Carol said, having come to stand beside Katelyn. "Mrs. Jarrod Barkley."

Katelyn’s eyes widened. The woman had a key to the townhouse so she obviously had a reason to be here. And she had to know there was no Mrs. Jarrod Barkley!

"Please call me Katelyn. And you are?"

"Mrs. Barr. I clean Mr. Barkley’s townhouse. He’s never mentioned a wife to me," she said with pursed lips.

Uh oh, Katelyn thought and put her best smile on her face, the one she used when greeting Jarrod’s clients.

"Likewise, I’m afraid he failed to mention you." She desperately pasted an isn’t-this-a-funny-mistake? look on her face. "We usually stay at my place."

The explanation didn’t sound right, even to Kate’s ears. She recognized the look on Mrs. Barr’s face as the one her mother had sported when she found out they had two places.

"We haven’t had time to look for a bigger place," she said, hoping to ease the suspicious look from the other woman’s face.

"Humph. I can clean now or not at all. I have another house to clean."

"Now is fine." Katelyn stepped out of Mrs. Barr’s way and the round woman came in. Please, please don’t let Mom think anything is out of the ordinary.

But her mother seemed to accept the situation and moved to sit in the parlor, out of Mrs. Barr’s way. With a relieved sigh, Kate went and sat with her, determined to corner Jarrod when he came home and find out if there were any other surprises she should know about.

About twenty minutes after Mrs. Barr’s arrival, Jarrod came home. In contrast to Kate’s turbulent emotions, he seemed calm and relaxed. He handed her a dozen red roses and kissed her on the cheek.

Her frustration over Mrs. Barr’s unexpected arrival faded as she buried her nose in the fragrant blossoms. She gave Jarrod a quick smile and headed for the kitchen to find a vase. He really was the most considerate man. She smiled as she eased the stems into the vase. She’d never received so many flowers before.

It looks good, remember? Appearances are everything.

Her smile faded. Of course. He wasn’t bringing the flowers because he cared about her. It was to keep up appearances. But then, what did she expect? Did she think getting the man into this ridiculous situation would endear her to him?

No. More than likely, Jarrod couldn’t wait to be free of her and their mock marriage. She touched one of the soft, velvety petals, fighting the urge to cry. She’d better enjoy the flowers while she had them. When the month was up, she could be sure Jarrod’s attention would be elsewhere. Maybe back to Miss Altman.

With a sigh, she carried the roses back into the living room and set them on the table. As she did so, she heard Jarrod say, "Where would you like to go, Mother?"

"Oh, just somewhere quiet. I’ve been cooped up too long. And it would give your housekeeper a chance to do her job in peace without an audience."

"Mrs. Barr is here?" Jarrod gave Katelyn a quick look. She responded with a sharp nod.

"That’s right. Today is her cleaning day." He considered Kate thoughtfully. Before she could say anything, Carol rose and smiled at the two of them.

"I’ll go change for our ride," she said exited the room.

Mrs. Barr came out of the kitchen and started to head toward the stairs to the bedroom.

"Good morning, Mrs. Barr," Jarrod said. He received a stern look and curt nod while continuing on her way.

"You could have warned me you had a housekeeper coming!"

"I didn’t think about it. I’m sorry."

"She didn’t look too pleased to see us here, but bought the explanation quickly enough. One has to wonder if she’s used to seeing other women here." Where had that come from, Katelyn wondered. She shouldn’t have said that, but found that she desperately wanted to know the answer.

"I’m ready," Carol said cheerfully, coming down the stairs, abruptly ending the conversation.

Kate searched Jarrod’s face a moment for the answer. It wasn’t there. She would never know now because his love life was a subject she wasn’t going to bring up again. She hadn’t meant to say anything. It just shot out of her mouth. It really wasn’t any of her business. And the sooner she resolved herself to that fact, the better off they would both be.

Chapter 10

Jarrod helped Carol into the carriage and turned to Katelyn. He hesitated for a second and whispered, "Other than my mother, sister and Mrs. Barr, you are the only woman I’ve had in my townhouse."

Her heart leaped with joy. She smiled at him, and allowed him to help her into the carriage. Jarrod instructed the driver to drive by the ocean and the three occupants settled back for a pleasant ride. There wasn’t much conversation, but Katelyn admitted that she wasn’t up to talking right now. Jarrod did not have to explain anything to her about his private life, yet he had. Her heart felt full at the knowledge he didn’t entertain women in his townhouse.

Carol sat on the seat opposite Jarrod and Katelyn, clearly enjoying the view. The weather was nice and she seemed to enjoy having the ocean breeze flowing all around her in the open carriage.

"Are you getting tired? Do you want to go back?" Jarrod asked Carol a while later.

Jarrod’s concern and thoughtfulness toward her mother touched Katelyn. Whatever had caused him to act reserved toward her this morning seemed to have remedied itself. His care seemed so genuine to her that she couldn’t believe it was part of maintaining appearances. Jarrod really did care that her mother was doing well. And that meant more to Kate than she cared to admit.

"I’m a little tired, but I don’t want to go back just yet. Can we drive around a little longer?"

Katelyn leaned forward. "If you’re tired, we should go back. You shouldn’t overdo it."

"Nonsense. What’s to overdo, sitting in a carriage, watching the beautiful ocean scenery. I’m feeling very relaxed."

"But-"

Carol held up her hand to stop Katelyn’s protest, then turned a pale face out to look at the ocean again. A touch on Kate’s hand drew her attention. Jarrod clasped her hand in his and gave it a reassuring squeeze. He smiled at her and she eased back in her seat. His smile was her undoing every single time! All he had to do was turn it on her, and her heart quickened and her muscles refused to cooperate.

"Is there anywhere you want to go, kitten?" he asked.

Kitten. If only he meant it. "Let’s make another pass by the docks and then through China Town."

Jarrod lifted her hand and brushed his lips across it with a feather light stroke. "Your wish is my command."

The feel of his lips on her skin sent shivers coursing through her. Thankfully, he released her hand and she was able to get her riotous emotions under control.

They rode on for several minutes and were nearing a small housing edition near the ocean. It was newer and many of the homes were beautiful. Katelyn loved looking at them as they passed by.

"Stop!" Carol called out. Katelyn looked at her mother, wondering if she was becoming ill.

"Mother! What’s wrong?"

The carriage stopped and Carol made a move to step down. Jarrod opened the carriage door and helped her then Katelyn. They stared at one another in surprise as Carol made her way up to a gorgeous two story home with a for sale sign out front.

"Oh, it’s perfect!" Carol enthused.

Katelyn looked at the house Carol was referring to. It was a beautiful Victorian style home with a porch that stretched across the entire front and wrapped around the length of one side. There was plenty of land for Lucky to run around and play. Her mother was right. It was perfect. Perfect for a couple in love, for newlyweds looking for a place to call their own.

Neither of which applied to her or Jarrod.

"Mother, we aren’t ready to purchase a house."

"You will soon enough. We can at least look and get some ideas."

Carol walked around the house and Katelyn could tell she really liked it. Katelyn like it too, but her heart grew heavy at the knowledge she would never live in it. She was lost in thought and was startled when Jarrod placed his hands on her shoulders. She felt silly for being startled at his touch, but she hadn’t expected him.

"I’m sorry for scaring you."

"You didn’t. I was just surprised. I forgot I wasn’t here alone."

Jarrod smiled at her and the two waited for Carol to finish her tour. She came back to the couple and said excitedly, "I love this house. It is so beautiful. And perfect for a prominent lawyer and his new wife."

Jarrod, who’s hands were still on Katelyn’s shoulders, felt her stiffen at her mother’s words.

"I like it too," Jarrod agreed.

"It’s nice," Katelyn said, looking around.

"Nice? Just nice? What could you possibly find at fault? What do you want in a house, Katelyn?" Jarrod asked softly and with no rebuke. Katelyn found herself with the courage to finally tell the truth.

"It’s just so big. We don’t need a house this large." She turned at looked at Jarrod. "In fact, we don’t need a house at all."

"But you said neither one of your current places was adequate to accommodate both your lives," her mother argued.

"What is it you are proposing, dear?" Jarrod said with great interest.

"I’m just trying to be honest here." She swallowed nervously, drilling him with a steely glare.

"Now is probably not the best time."

Kate’s eyes widened at the pointed comment. "There’s no time like the present," she told him.

"Then by all means go on." Jarrod crossed his arms over his chest in resignation.

"Maybe you two could decide later. I suddenly feel spent and all of my energy is gone."

Kate turned to look at her mother. She did look exhausted. Guilt swept Kate at the site of her mother’s white face. She’d been so caught up in her subtle debate with Jarrod, that she hadn’t noticed how weary her mother was and she’d missed her opportunity to tell the truth yet again.

She wondered why that last part didn’t bother her as much as it should. "I’m sorry, Mother. Let’s get you home."

When Jarrod arrived home mid-afternoon the next day, Carol was reading in the parlor. Kate had left him a note on the entry table saying she went to check up on Lucky while her mother slept. If he had known, he would have stopped by just to be with her.

"I’m glad you’re here while Kate is out. It gives us a chance to talk." Carol put the book aside as he slipped the piece of paper in his pocket.

"Something special on your mind?" He sat on the sofa near her. He hoped she didn’t want to ask him something he couldn’t answer. Now he really wished he had stopped by Katelyn’s cottage.

Carol remained silent for a moment, staring across the room, gathering her thoughts.

"What can I do for you, Mother?" he asked, hoping to lighten her serious mood. She seemed to like it when he called her that. He wasn’t disappointed. A smile spread across her face.

She took a deep breath. "I want to apologize."

Jarrod could see she was honestly concerned about some breech she believed she had caused. "For what?"

She turned toward him before she began. "For pushing Kate. For pressing her. For wanting to see her happily married before I died. For wanting to hold my grandchildren."

"Is that all?" he teased. "You should be ashamed of yourself."

"I mean it. I can see the strain between you and Kate. You two are trying to cover it up, but I can see things are not as well and fine as you want me to believe."

Very perceptive. "Kate and I will be fine. All couples have to adjust to married life."

She gave a sorrowful sigh. "But if the wedding hadn’t been so rushed, it would be different."

If there had been a wedding at all, it would be different.

"I know this must be hard on you, but I’m so glad my Kate found a man like you to marry. I know you’ll take good care of her. It means a lot to me."

"It’s nothing." Literally. "But I’m not sure what you mean by hard."

"I can tell her feelings for you aren’t as deep as yours are for her. I’m afraid to say that she may have accepted your proposal and married you for my sake. Maybe you sensed that and took advantage of the opportunity. I don’t know. I don’t really want to know. It can’t be easy being in a one sided relationship."

A moment of silence stretched between them. "Don’t get me wrong, Jarrod. I have nothing against you. I couldn’t have picked a better son-in-law. I just wish I had been patient and not pushed. Let you two come together in your own time, that’s all."

She was being so candid with him, painfully so. What could he say to ease her conscience?

He wanted to tell the truth but didn’t quite know how to go about it. Blurt it out or ease into it? The last thing he wanted to do was cause some sort of setback in the woman’s recovery...or damage the relationship Kate had with her mother.

No, Carol was Katelyn’s mother and it wasn’t his place to say anything. But he wanted to. Oh, how he wanted to. Instead, he settled for giving as much as he could.

"I would never take advantage of Kate." He almost added that he loved Katelyn too much to ever do anything to hurt her, but he stopped himself just in time. He wasn’t sure if what he felt was the beginning of love or not. He did know he would do almost anything to make Katelyn happy.

Drawing a deep breath, he went on. "I’ve waited my whole life for Katelyn. I’m not about to lose her now." The words came out without forethought, but he realized they had a ring of truth to them. A loud ring, the more he listened.

Chapter 11

Katelyn was going to do it. She would tell her mother the truth. She had practiced what she would say the entire time she was with Lucky, gathering her courage. She was ready. It was now or never.

She walked into Jarrod’s study and found him sitting at his desk. He looked up, a smile coming easily to his face.

"You, come with me," she said.

"Me?" he asked, his eyebrows raising.

"Yes, you."

"Just let me finish this, then I’m all yours, kitten."

Katelyn watched as he finished what he was doing, wishing he would hurry. Her courage was ebbing. If he didn’t hurry, she would have none left.

"All done." He rose in one fluid motion and came toward her.

"What can I do for you?" His smile was warm and open and she nearly forgot her purpose in coming. She had to force herself to focus.

"Help me tell my mother the truth."

His smile faded to uncertainty. "Of course."

"I’m really going to do it this time."

He bent his head forward slightly. "Let’s go."

She didn’t move. "I mean, she looked really good this morning, full of energy. I think she’s ready to hear the truth."

Jarrod leaned closer. "But are you ready to tell it?"

He was so close she could smell his spicy cologne. Stay focused. She took a deep breath to clear her mind. It was the wrong thing to do. She only succeeded in getting a stronger whiff of his cologne. "Yes, of course I am. That’s what this is all about. I wouldn’t be asking you to help me if I wasn’t ready."

"Okay then..." He cocked his head to one side.

"Okay then...what?"

"Are you going to stand around talking about it, or are you going to do it?" An easy smile played at the corners of his mouth.

"I’m going." But she didn’t. She just stood there, staring up at him, motionless. It was just that her feet didn’t seem to want to move.

He put his hands on her shoulders, turned her around, and gave her a little push. He followed close behind to the parlor where her mother sat.

"Can I talk to you for a minute, Mother?" Her stomach flipped end over end. She was finally going to put things right.

"Sure, honey." Her mother’s gaze flickered from Katelyn to Jarrod and back again. Curiosity - and then concern - etched her features.

"Mom, you remember back just before Christmas..."This was embarrassing. She should have done it without Jarrod. She took a slow, deep breath. "...when I first told you about Jarrod?"

Her mother looked worried. "Yes dear, I remember. I was so happy for you. For both of you." Her mother smiled up at Jarrod, then leaned forward with her coffee cup outstretched to set it on the table in front of her.

Kate nodded and started to speak again, but just then the bottom of her mother’s cup caught on the edge of the coffee table. A startled "Oh!" escaped her mother as half of the dark brown liquid splashed on the table and onto the rug.

"Oh no!" Kate jumped up, looking at Jarrod. Bad enough she was ruining his month with these shenanigans, did she have to be responsible for ruining his townhouse as well?

Her mother looked up at them, her eyes wide with distress. "I am such a clumsy old fool. I’m terribly sorry."

"It’s all right," Jarrod assured her.

"I’ll get something to clean this up," Katelyn said as she ran from the room. She came back with some cleaning rags she found in the kitchen. She knelt down, doing her best to mop up the mess. The tremor in her hands made the task more difficult than it should be.

This wasn’t turning out right at all! She should have been almost finished with her tale of woe by now, almost free from this whole mess.

"I’m not normally so ungainly," her mother said as she reached for a rag. "Let me help."

"No, Mother. You just sit back. I’ll get it."

"It’s my mess."

"I said no!" Kate’s words came out angry and she hung her head. She took a moment to calm herself, then looked back up at her mother. "Just take it easy and rest."

"Katelyn Rachael Mahoney! I am not an invalid. I am perfectly capable of cleaning up a little spill." Her mother hadn’t spoken to her in that firm tone in years.

"You’re supposed to rest. Doctor’s orders."

"You act as though I have one foot in the grave."

Her mother’s flippant remark stirred her turbulent emotions even more. "Must I remind you that a little more than a month ago you had? You almost died." Her voice began to shake. "The doctor said you might not-" She swallowed hard. "They don’t even know what was really wrong with you. It could happen again at any time."

The image of her mother on the precipice of death, balanced precariously, ready at any moment to fall in, terrified her. "I don’t want to lose you. You’re all I have." She grabbed the rags and rushed back into the kitchen.

Why couldn’t things work out once in a while? Why couldn’t she get the truth out? And how long would it be before she was able to stop worrying about and being afraid for her mother?

She threw the mass of soggy rags into the sink with more force than she intended, watching with dismay as the coffee splattered all over the counter.

"What a mess!"

"Are you okay?" Jarrod said from behind her.

She spun around and nodded her head. Another lie.

He studied her and the understanding in his gaze made Katelyn want to weep. "Your mom is stronger than you think."

Katelyn shook her head.

"I was ready. I really was. You saw that I was starting to tell her."

He nodded. "I saw that, yes. And I saw your concern for your mother as well."

She rubbed a hand over her aching temples. "I just wish I could get it out. She needs to know." She dropped her hand and met his gaze. "You deserve to be released from this whole, sorry affair."

The smile that tugged at his lips, the odd longing she saw in his eyes, warmed her, even as they broke through her defenses. She felt a tear sneak down her cheek, and he reached out to take hold of her arms and pull her toward him. She was too weary to resist. She let him fold her against his chest, resting there in silence.

When he spoke, his voice was tender, almost a murmur, "Kate, don’t worry about me. I’m fine. Just relax. When the time is right, you’ll know it. And the time will be right. You’ll see."

She hoped so. Because she didn’t think she could take much more.

Carol went in her room and closed the door. She stared at her hands and closed them into tight fists to stop their uncontrollable movement, then looked up at her reflection in the mirror. She had tried so hard to keep the trembling hands from Kate. The doctor said the shaking in her hands could worsen over time. But she didn’t want Kate to know. She didn’t want to taint her happiness with having her worry over her mother.

No. There was no reason to tell Kate what was happening. She had enough to deal with. Though neither Kate nor Jarrod had said so, she could tell things weren’t right. The last thing she wanted to do was add to Kate’s struggles. She couldn’t do much about Kate’s marriage, but she could protect her daughter from worrying about her health.

Chapter 12

Later that evening after dinner, Kate was relieved to see that her mother's coloring was almost back to what it had been before her illness. She seemed cheerful and talkative - both good signs.

Jarrod, on the other hand, was acting odd. His scrutiny of Kate had not wavered since she got back from playing with Lucky. He'd been watching her, studying her. She wasn't sure she liked the extra attention.

He crooked his finger at her and walked through the French doors onto the balcony just off of the parlor, without so much as a backward glance to see if she followed. Of course, she would follow. And it irked her that he knew. Maybe she would now find out what was on his mind.

Jarrod was leaning against the railing, looking out at the beautiful yard at the back of the house. The flowers that had been planted there were in full bloom and delivered their wonderful fragrance.

Kate moved to the rail a few feet away from where he stood. She watched his profile for a moment. He shook his head, but didn't turn to her. Did he know she was there? She was about to clear her throat to announce her presence when he spoke.

"Your mom was right," he said, then turned to her.

"Right about what?"

"You talk as if you are in love, at least when I'm not around, but you don't act it. You say the right things, but you don't do them."

Kate stared at him. "I'm not sure what you mean."

"Did you ever hear the saying, ‘Actions speak louder than words'?" She nodded. "Honey, if your actions are saying anything it's, ‘he's got the plague.' It's as if you are trying to stay away from me."

She followed his pointed gaze and took in the distance she had unconsciously put between them. She could just imaging his reaction if she explained that it was just too hard to think straight when he was so near. "What am I supposed to do, jump in your lap?"

"It wouldn't hurt."

Kate's mouth fell open -and when he laughed, she clamped it shut. He didn't really expect her to sit...sit in his lap. She was having a hard enough time keeping what was real and what was not straight in her own head. "You can't really expect me to...I mean, I couldn't...Mr. Barkley-"

"That's it!" He slapped his palm to his forehead. "I've been wracking my brain to figure it out." He removed his hand from his head and pointed at her. "You called me Mr. Barkley."
She could see by his expression that he had received some great revelation that she was not privy to, which pushed her beyond confusion. "Of course I called you Mr. Barkley. That is your name."

"Every time you talk to me you sound like you are addressing your boss."

"I am."

"No. I'm supposed to be your husband, whom you love and adore. Not someone you are afraid to ask for a raise."

Love and adore? She swallowed hard. Already her feelings for him had doubled, no quadrupled. She had to keep her distance or give away her feelings.

She latched onto the one safe thing he had said. "I'm not afraid to ask for a raise."

He raised his eyebrows in challenge and folded his arms across his chest. "Then ask."

"May I have a raise?" She tossed the question out without hesitation. Of course he'd say no.

"How much?"

"What?"

"How much of a raise do you want?"

He was being ridiculous. Well, fine, she could be ridiculous too. "Fifty dollars." She smiled. "A week."

"Why do you think you deserve a fifty dollar a week raise?"

Enough was enough. "I suppose I don't. So, let's just drop it."

"Let's not. I'm interested in what you think your assets are."

Assets?

He must have realized how that sounded and quickly added, "In regard to being my secretary, that is."

She licked her lips and took a breath. "I've been working for you for over six months. I've come in early and stayed late. I've worked evenings and weekends without complaining. The only time I've taken off was to go and be with my mother when she was ill and then the time you've given me to be with her here. And..."

I think I'm falling in love with you.
"And..." he prodded.

She swallowed hard around the sudden lump in her throat. "I think..."

He held her gaze and something flickered deep in the depths of his eyes. He took a step toward her. "You think...?"

Another step closer. Now she could feel his breath on her face. Her throat went dry, her head was spinning. Oh, help...

"You think you're..." His hand slid along the railing, coming to rest beside her arm. She could feel the warmth of his skin where it rested against her.

Think, Kate! For the love of Pete, think of something to say! "I think I'm...worth more! Yes, I'm worth more than I'm getting paid." She shook her head and blinked. "Worth far more...than I'm getting now - getting paid now."

His easy smile returned. "Done."

Katelyn's mouth opened. "You can't be serious."

He gave her a nod. "I agree with your reasoning. You are a valuable employee. You have just successfully negotiated a raise, one of the hardest things for an employee to do. Now, can you relax around me?"

"I can't accept that, Mr. Barkley. You've done so much for me." She noticed he was shaking his head but continued anyway. "I appreciate everything you've done, really I do." She couldn't stand it any longer. "Why are you shaking your head? Don't you believe me?" She was a known liar to him, so why should he believe her?

"You called me Mr. Barkley again."

Katelyn let out a heavy sigh. "Well, that's who you are. At least, that's how I think of you." How I have to think of you if I'm going to survive this whole thing! "I know you are supposed to be my husband." She felt a little twinge inside when she said my husband. He would make a wonderful husband. "But you're not."

The words came out flat and depressed and she hoped he didn't notice. Thankfully, he just nodded his head.

"True enough, but you can't keep treating me like your boss when we're with your mom. You're stiff and formal. You either have to fess up now or play this to the end and make it look real. I'm just trying to help you."
But he was her boss. "What exactly did my mother say to you?"

"She thinks you came into this marriage without being in love. That you did it for her."

"I did do it for her! Not that I really did anything. I mean, we're not married, right? So I didn't actually do anything."

Except lie. Big time.

She let out a frustrated huff. "But whatever it is I did, I did for her."

"And you act like it. Your mother thinks this is a one-sided relationship-"

"It's not any kind of relationship at all!"

His expression was patient. "I know that, and you know that, but for now, your mother doesn't know that. And I'm sure you don't want your mother to feel guilty for pressuring you to marry someone you didn't love. You care for her too much for that. I think you would probably give up everything for her." The last statement was said with compassion and his look was tender. "Think back to the first time you were in love."

"This is the first time!" She stopped, horrified. How had she let that come out? She scrambled to explain her words away before he could do or say anything that would make her humiliation total. "What I mean is, this is the first serious relationship I've ever had. Or supposedly had. Oh, you know what I mean!"

She risked a peek at his face and saw he was just watching her, considering her words. Please don't let him realize what I said was the truth.

Because it was. She'd never been in love before. Not even once. She'd had crushes from time to time, but never felt she'd met a man she loved. Really loved. As in forever.

Except maybe now.

Why did Jarrod have to be so nice about everything? Why did he have to be so wonderful and caring and beguiling? She should have chosen someone she didn't even like. Someone who made her skin crawl.

Then her heart wouldn't have to break when this was all over.

His silence unnerved her. She couldn't quite read his expression. A little smile curved up the corners of his mouth. Was he pleased? Or could he be laughing at her?

"Have you ever pretended to be someone else. Perhaps in a school play?"
She shook her head.

His soothing voice probed further. "Never played dress up? Didn't you do anything fun as a child?"

"I suppose when I was real young. After my dad died, I mostly helped Mother with the housework. She wouldn't let me get a job when I was older because she didn't want my grades to suffer. So I worked extra hard to please her."

He studied her in silence. When he spoke, his voice was low. "It's hard for you to lie to your mother, isn't it?"

She nodded. "I'm not very good at it."

"Neither am I. Believe it or not, this is all a first time for me as well." His eyes grew serious. "All of it."

She frowned. What was he saying? Before she could think it through, he went on.

"But I do know this much, if you are ever going to play a part, you should try to be believable."

"I can't make this believable..."She was too close to the edge as it was, too close to letting her heart get the best of her.

"I realize pretending to love me isn't easy-"

She glanced at him quickly. Was he offended?

"But I'd like to think it's not impossible."

"Well, of course not-"

"Just think of it as a game. You are acting out a part."

"I'm not sure how."

"For starters, take my hand." He held out his hand.

She looked from it to his expression . Was he serious?

"Kate, are we or are we not supposed to be happily married?" He waited for her to nod. "Then act like you're in love. Newlyweds touch and hold hands and gaze into each other's eyes." His voice dropped to a low growl. "Like this."

Her breath caught in her throat. The look he gave her now bespoke of love and affection. So much so that it made her a bit dizzy. The man was good at this "game", as he called it. Could she play it as well? Without losing her heart in the process?

Too late, a small inner voice mocked. Ignoring it, she took a step toward him and wrapped her hand around his.

"See, that wasn't so bad. I don't bite." Jarrod's smile was pleased.

"How do you know I don't?" she said, turning up one side of her mouth. "You could be risking your very life."

"I'll take my chances." The reply was quiet and firm, and so full of conviction that she looked up in surprise.

He studied her face, and she felt caught by his searching. A cool breeze blew a strand of hair across her cheek. Jarrod closed the gap between them and reached up with his free hand to brush the wayward lock back behind her ear. His hand settled on the side of her neck as he continued to gaze at her. Her skin tingled at his touch. She forced herself to breathe.

What was he going to do now? He was so close he could...no, he wouldn't do that! He wouldn't kiss her. Maybe she should just kiss him...just to see what it would be like...just to prove she could play this game with the best of them.

He lowered his head, his eyes still on hers and touched his lips to hers with feather lightness. At least, she thought that's what happened. Either that or she reached up to kiss him...

She couldn't remember. But then, she was hardly capable of coherent thought at the moment. All she could do right now was float on the cloud of pure joy and pleasure of Jarrod's kiss...the feel of his lips on hers..the faint awareness that he was shifting slightly, drawing her closer-

The sound of a throat clearing behind them sent a shock through Katelyn and she jumped back and spun around.

"Perfect," Jarrod whispered in her ear as she leaned back against him. The pleasure of his voice was nothing though compared to the approval on her mother's face.

Jarrod wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and held her against him. "Hello, Mother," he said over Katelyn's shoulder.

Even though she couldn't see him, she could hear the smile in his voice. And she was embarrassed for being caught kissing him. But she knew she shouldn't be, so she tried to slough it off. But her legs felt like jelly and she needed a moment to get her strength back. She wasn't sure she could stand on her own and was grateful for the support of his arms around her.

"I'm sorry, Mother. We-we didn't mean to ignore you." Katelyn brushed an imaginary piece of dirt off of Jarrod's sleeve.
Her mother waved off the apology. "Don't worry about me. I'm glad to see you kids having fun. I just want to say good night. I'm a little tired, so I'm going to bed."

"We're going to turn in soon as well." Jarrod nuzzled against Katelyn's hair.

She closed her eyes at the contact. If only she could stay there, leaning against his strength and warmth, his arms securely around her, brushing his lips against her hair. But as soon as her mother was gone, he released her and stepped away, moving back inside. Katelyn stood at the railing, her hands clenched the metal fiercely, struggling to get her rolling emotions under control.

Play the game, he'd said. Well, she had. And suddenly he was acting as though the touch of her burned him and he couldn't wait to get away from her.

She waited a few more minutes hoping he would come back and say something encouraging or invite her inside. But he never came.

She wandered in and found him in the bedroom, the door conspicuously open. His dark hair looked mussed like he had combed it with his hands. He looked at her and frowned when she closed the door. Was he mad at her? What had she done?

He brushed past her without really touching her on his way to the door. He grabbed the knob.

Why was he leaving so suddenly? She knew her mother couldn't possibly be asleep yet. What if she heard him leave. "What - Where-"

He turned and looked at her, drawing a deep breath. "I'll slip out quietly. She'll never know I've left." His voice broke with huskiness.

He stared at her for a moment longer, then reached up to caress her cheek with the delicateness of a butterfly's wing. She sighed. He wasn't mad at her. His touch told her as much.

Then he was gone.

She readied herself for bed in a daze, then lay awake for a long time, feeling his caress and replaying his kiss. It might be the only time he kissed her and she wanted to cherish it. When it was all over, at least she would have some sweet memories.


Jarrod carefully latched the door so as not to make any noise, then sagged against it and raked his hand through his hair. He made it. He got out of there before he gave into the temptation and wrapped Katelyn in his arms and kissed her - really kissed her. With all the passion and emotion raging through him...emotions that had exploded into life when his lips met hers.

He had thought kissing her would remove the mystique. It had only intensified it. And it hadn't been enough. Not by a long shot. He wanted to kiss her again and again. Did he want to play this game without losing his heart? Did he even want to try to hold on to his heart? Or was it already hers?

To be continued…