Okay, now she felt a little like a fraud. Legendary indeed. While she did love having an ace up her sleeve, she felt a little squeamish over Evan’s praise. Noah Hart was her big brother, and the truth was, there wasn’t much he wouldn’t do for his little sister. Never mind that she’d never asked him for any such favor before. She was this time, and it was the only reason Noah was contemplating breaking his long-held policy.

“Don’t fawn yet,” she murmured. “He might prove to be too expensive for you.”

Evan’s eyes glinted with a predatory gleam. He had the look of a man sure of himself and all things.

“I’ve not found many things in life that proved to be too expensive. I may not always want to pay the price, but rarely have I found them out of my range.”

She smiled. “I sensed that about you, which is why I thought you might be the one Noah would come to terms with. I think the two of you are probably a lot alike.”

Evan cocked his head to the side. “Just how well do you know him?”

Her lips lifted again, but she didn’t answer. Evan’s BlackBerry rang and provided much needed distraction. She wasn’t ready to tell Evan about her relationship with Noah. Not yet.

She tuned into Evan’s conversation when he said her name. He was obviously talking to his mom.

“We’ll be there this afternoon. Four o’clock. Yes, I know. I won’t miss it. Dinner afterward. Celia and I are having lunch together down by the marina. We’ll meet you back at the hotel in time for rehearsal.

You have my word.”

He hung up and let out a sigh as he tucked the phone back into his pocket.

“The woman is convinced I’ll flake on the wedding. I wonder how on earth she got that idea?”

It was said so innocently that Celia burst into laughter. Evan joined her and business was effectively put back out of the way once more.

Nine

The nice lunch by the harbor never happened. As Evan and Celia were leaving the hotel, they ran into Evan’s parents and Mitchell and Bettina.

Lucy was thrilled, since they were on their way to lunch, as well, and she suggested they eat together before they gathered on the terrace for the very informal rehearsal.

It amused Celia that there would even be an actual rehearsal of the ceremony since it wasn’t a big affair and the bride and groom only had two attendants each. Still, it was evidently important to keep up appearances because they were going all out with a full-blown rehearsal and a dinner and party afterward.

Bettina acted less than thrilled that Celia and Evan would be joining them for lunch. Mitchell was visibly uncomfortable. When they were seated, as luck would have it, Evan and Celia were placed across the table from Bettina and Mitchell while Lucy and Marshall sat on the ends.

As a result, Celia was treated to Bettina’s malevolent stare. The woman wasn’t even subtle about it. She picked Celia apart like a bug under a microscope.

Evan reached for her hand under the table and gave her a squeeze. She couldn’t figure out if it was a gesture of support, sympathy or a thank-you.

She turned and gave him a smile. For a long moment their gazes locked and he smiled back.

“Tell me, Celia, what is it that you do? Evan tells me you live in San Francisco. Will you be moving once you and Evan are married?”

Celia turned to Lucy in surprise. The questions were natural for a mother to ask, but Celia hadn’t been prepared for them. Who was she kidding? She hadn’t been prepared for any of this.

“Celia is a crack advertising executive,” Evan smoothly inserted. “We haven’t discussed where we’ll live after we’re married. Her career is very important to her. I’d never expect her to give it up.”

Oh, the man was good. If she was getting married, she’d want the guy she was marrying to say exactly

what Evan had said, and she’d want him to mean every word.

Bettina sniffed. “But don’t you feel a woman’s place is at home with the children? You do plan on having children don’t you?”

Celia frowned as she stared at the other woman. Was she for real? Granted she was young. Celia guessed she was in her early twenties. What the hell had Evan been thinking when he’d hooked up with her in the first place? She was practically an infant and Evan had to be pushing forty.

“I don’t see that it’s any of your concern whether I want children or not and as for where my place is, it’s wherever I’m the happiest,” Celia said. “I fail to see how I could possibly be the best wife and mother by staying at home and being miserable.”

Bettina looked genuinely confused. “I feel it’s important for a woman not to overshadow her husband. A husband’s job is to provide for his family. I’d never take that away from him.”

Celia snorted. “You keep telling yourself that, honey. Call me up when your provider husband has decided he no longer wants that job and is going to leave you and the children to go find himself. Then tell me how important it was for you to depend solely on him for your support, and then tell me how easy it is to go find a job making enough money to support yourself and your children when the sole job experience on your resume is changing diapers and cooking dinner.”

Evan choked on his laughter while Lucy’s eyes widened in shock. Mitchell looked a little green while Bettina’s mouth hung open. Marshall cleared his throat and actually looked at Celia with something akin to respect.

“Well said, young lady. A woman should never put the welfare of herself and her children solely in her husband’s hands no matter how solid the relationship.”

“Marshall!”

Lucy sounded positively scandalized.

Evan sat back and looked at his dad. “You see why I’m so determined to marry her. If my company ever goes bankrupt, I can stay at home and let her support me.”

The two men burst into laughter and Evan squeezed her hand harder.

“Have you two set a date yet?” Mitchell asked, entering the conversation for the first time.

He’d been strangely silent, and he’d studied her and Evan until Celia squirmed under his scrutiny.

Not wanting Evan to do all the talking, even if this was his charade and not hers, she smiled and looked back at Mitchell.

“He’s only just convinced me to marry him. I did make him wait, and he had to ask me several times.”

Evan squeezed again only this time it was a definite retaliation squeeze. She grinned and plunged ahead.

“I finally put him out of his misery and said yes. He wants a short engagement.” Some little evil imp made her poke Bettina a little with that statement since Evan had kept prolonging their engagement. “He

wanted to elope to Las Vegas, but I want to take our time and really get to know each other before we tie the knot.”

Evan made a strangled noise and promptly took a long drink of his wine. Celia kept a perfectly straight face as she took in the reactions of Evan’s family.

Lucy looked wary. Bettina looked murderous. Mitchell had a strange look that could only be interpreted as a cross between regret and sadness while Marshall nodded approvingly. He reached over to slap his son on the back.

“You’ve got yourself a winner here, son. I heartily approve. This one will keep you on your toes well into your old age. I like her.”

Greaaat. She had the approval of her fake father-in-law to be. She looked over at Evan as guilt swamped her. She’d gotten carried away and hadn’t been able to resist the opportunity to needle Evan a bit. Though he deserved it, she still felt bad about carrying things so far.

To her surprise, he was staring thoughtfully at her, his eyes warm with something she was afraid to analyze.

“I absolutely agree,” Evan murmured. “I’m a very lucky man.”

Evan kept a possessive arm wrapped around Celia’s waist as they navigated the small field of people in the ballroom where everyone had gathered after the rehearsal dinner.

A band played, and already several couples were dancing, his mom and dad included.

He knew the closeness between him and Celia was all for show, but the primitive part of him recognized his desire to publicly brand her as his woman. She’d probably knee him right in the groin if she had any inkling what his thoughts were. The image made him wince and chuckle all at the same time.

Every time he looked at Bettina, he was gripped by such gratitude and relief that it staggered him. How close he’d come to an unmitigated disaster.

All the things he had thought he wanted were ludicrous in hindsight. A woman like Bettina would never hold his attention for long. She didn’t challenge him.

He wanted someone intelligent, as driven as he was, someone he could consider a partner.

Someone like Celia.

His lips tightened. Thanks to his decision to go with Maddox—he hadn’t told Celia yet—a relationship between them was impossible. Not that he’d give a rat’s ass that she worked for him indirectly, but Celia would never agree.

“If you hold me any tighter, someone’s going to call the police on us,” Celia murmured.

He loosened his hold on her waist and uttered a low apology.

“Let’s dance,” she suggested. “You’re way too tense. No one’s ever going to believe we’re newly engaged and head over heels in loooove with you scowling like that.”

“You’re right. Sorry. Got distracted.”

“I’ll try not to take that personally,” she teased.

He relaxed immediately and let her pull him onto the dance floor. The music was slow and seductive and gave him the perfect opportunity to do what he’d been wanting to do all damn day. Hold her flush against his body so he could feel every one of her soft, delectable curves.

They fit perfectly and he tucked her as close as she would go. His cheek rested against her temple as he slowly whirled her around the floor. Her hips swayed, brushing her belly across his groin. He let one hand trail down her spine and over the curve of one hip.

She tensed a moment, and he wondered if she’d tell him to back off but then she relaxed with a sigh and melted into his arms once more.

“You were fantastic at lunch today,” he said against her ear. “I never thought my father would become such a fan. He’s typically a stodgy, conservative chauvinist.”

Her shoulders shook with laughter. “He’d fit in quite well with my family then. My father and brothers think my sole ambition in life should be to look pretty and let them take care of me.”

“I’m going to admit something,” he said gravely.

She turned her face up, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Oh, do tell. Is this where you divulge your deepest, darkest secrets?”

“You could try to express an appropriate amount of appreciation for my confiding in you,” he huffed.

“Very well. Let me just bat my eyelashes in adoration, but be quick or I’ll mess up my mascara.”

He shook his head as helpless laughter escaped. “What I was going to admit was that while I truly appreciate and agree with everything you had to say, there is a caveman lurking underneath my civilized exterior. I can see why your family wants to protect and take care of you. I think if you were mine, I’d feel much the same way.”

Her lips parted, and she stared at him with the oddest expression. There was no anger or condemnation.

Interest and something else gleamed in her emerald eyes.

“And sometimes I think if you were mine, I just might let you,” she said huskily.

His entire body tightened. His hand raced up her spine and he curled his fingers gently at her nape. Their eyes were locked together and all he had to do was lean down. Just a bit. He could taste her already.

His head lowered. Her eyes narrowed to slits and she let out a breathy, feminine sigh of anticipation.

“Evan, you’ve monopolized her long enough.”

His father’s voice boomed in his ears and Evan jumped, sending Celia away from him for a brief

moment.

Marshall stood there expectantly. “Going to let me cut in?”

Evan slipped Celia’s hand into his father’s. “Of course. Just don’t keep her for long.”

Marshall chuckled as he spirited Celia away. “One dance won’t kill you, son.”

Evan watched his dad whirl Celia across the floor. In a word, she was magnificent. She laughed at something he said and her smile lit up the entire room. She sparkled.

“Quite a woman,” Mitchell drawled.

Evan stiffened and turned to see his brother standing there, drink in hand.

“Where’s the bride-to-be?” Evan asked. “Didn’t figure she’d let you out of her sight until the vows are spoken.”

Mitchell shrugged. “She’s over with Mom, talking about the honeymoon arrangements.” He looked again at Celia and their father. “You’re marrying her for real?”

“Is there some reason I shouldn’t?” Evan asked mildly.

“Doesn’t seem your type.”

Evan regarded his brother with curiosity. “And what is my type?”