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  The Moment He Touched Kristin He Knew It Was A Mistake.

  She looked at him and he felt as if he’d been hit in the stomach. Breathless. Gasping for air. Her eyes were as green as emeralds sparkling in sunshine. Soft and vulnerable. A bolt of attraction shot through him with the unexpected ferocity of a clap of summer thunder.

  All these years they’d been friends and he’d never been more aware of her physically. Her hands were warm, her skin was silky and he resisted the urge to smooth his thumb across the tender flesh. Cut it out, Derek, he chided himself.

  He’d begun to think of her as a woman rather than the girl he’d felt responsible for all these years.

  What was he going to do about Kristin?

  Dear Reader,

  Welcome to Silhouette Desire and another month of sensual tales. Our compelling continuity DYNASTIES: THE DANFORTHS continues with the story of a lovely Danforth daughter whose well-being is threatened and the hot U.S. Navy SEAL assigned to protect her. Maureen Child’s Man Beneath the Uniform gives new meaning to the term sleepover!

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  Anne Marie Winston singes the pages with her steamy almost-marriage-of-convenience story, The Marriage Ultimatum. And in Cherokee Stranger by Sheri WhiteFeather, a man gets a second chance with a woman who wants him for her first time. Finally, welcome brand-new author Michelle Celmer with Playing by the Baby Rules, the story of a woman desperate for a baby and the hunky man who steps up to give her exactly what she wants.

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  Melissa Jeglinski

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  THE MARRIAGE ULTIMATUM

  ANNE MARIE WINSTON

  Books by Anne Marie Winston

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  ANNE MARIE WINSTON

  RITA® Award finalist and bestselling author Anne Marie Winston loves babies she can give back when they cry, animals in all shapes and sizes and just about anything that blooms. When she’s not writing, she’s managing a house full of animals and teenagers, reading anything she can find and trying not to eat chocolate. She will dance at the slightest provocation and weeds her gardens when she can’t see the sun for the weeds anymore. You can learn more about Anne Marie’s novels by visiting her Web site at www.annemariewinston.com.

  In memory of Winston’s Shining Fancy, C.D., C.G.C.

  1990–2002

  From the shelter straight into my heart

  Forever my sweet boy

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  One

  “Derek, I think we should get married.”

  “You think we—what?” Derek Mahoney almost dropped the instrument he was using to place sutures in a setter’s paw. Sensing a break in the veterinarian’s concentration, the animal tried to flounder to its feet.

  Kristin Gordon shifted her grip on the squirming canine she was holding for Derek. Her thick, curly braid slid forward and she flipped it back out of the way with an impatient toss of her head. “I said I think we should get married.”

  “Oh.” Derek grinned and relaxed. Kristin hadn’t changed a bit since she was a teenager. She still came up with all kinds of wild ideas. “Sure thing, Kris. Do you think we could fit it in during my lunch break?”

  Kristin’s green eyes narrowed as she studied him over the top of the dog’s head. Her dark brows, striking against her porcelain skin, rose and drew together in what Derek recognized as a temper-pending, “This-is-not-a-joke” look. “Derek, I’m—”

  “Serious,” he said in unison with her.

  “Morning, Dr. Mahoney. Hi, Kristin. Thanks for filling in for me. When I dropped my kids off at school, I realized I had a flat tire.” Faye, Derek’s veterinary technician, breezed into the Quartz Forge Animal Clinic, still buttoning her lab coat. “How’s old Princess doing?”

  “She looks great for a twelve-year-old dog that tangled with a mower blade.” Derek lifted the animal and set her gently on the floor, grateful for the change of subject. “Mrs. Peters is in the waiting room. You can take Princess out to her. No vigorous exercise, antibiotics, an Elizabethan collar if she chews at the stitches.”

  “Okay.” Faye handed him a chart. “Mutley is coming in for exploratory surgery tomorrow. The owner would like to talk to you again before he goes under the knife.”

  Derek took the chart as he opened the door for Faye and the aging red setter to precede him.

  “Derek?”

  Reluctantly, he looked over his shoulder. For a minute there, he’d actually thought he was going to get out of the room without further discussion. “Kris.” He inclined his head toward the door. “I have a waiting room full of anxious pet owners out there to see. You have to take care of my daughter and get back to your own work. Why don’t we discuss the wedding plans tonight?”

  “You’re not taking this seriously.” She was still frowning as she marched past him.

  “You’re right.” He couldn’t resist tugging on the end of her long, blond braid. He’d often teased her this way over the past ten years—since the first time he’d seen her when he’d come to the Pennsylvania mountains to interview with her father for the veterinary practice partnership Paul Gordon was advertising. She’d been a tomboyish sixteen-year-old then. These days, she wore her hair up in a practical, if often untidy style most of the time.

  Other than that, she hadn’t changed all that much, he thought in amusement as he surveyed her tall, slender figure clad in one of her father’s old flannel shirts and a loose pair of khaki trousers. If it weren’t for that glorious mane of curls, she could have been a boy.

  “My daddy!”

  Derek jerked up his head at the sound of the childish voice. He barely had time to catch his not-quite-three-year-old daughter as Mollie hurled herself down the hallwa
y and into his arms.

  “Hey, squirt.” He rubbed his nose gently against hers. “Have you had fun playing with Sandy while Kristin helped me?” Sandy, his receptionist, wasn’t confident handling big dogs. She’d volunteered to watch Mollie if Kristin would help Derek until Faye arrived.

  “We made paper dolls!” Mollie waved the string of paper figures at him while she paused, clearly thinking of her next words. He drank in the sight of her big, earnest blue eyes, the rosy cheeks and fly-away dark curls.

  What would he have done without her? Losing Deb had been the worst nightmare a man could ever have. One day, they’d been eagerly anticipating the birth of their first child. The next, he’d been hearing phrases like, “No options,” “metastasize” and “can’t risk radiation during the pregnancy.” They’d spent the remaining nine weeks of Deb’s pregnancy in a daze. It wasn’t until two months after Mollie’s birth, when he’d stood beside his wife’s grave holding his healthy infant daughter in his arms, that he’d begun to realize the finality of what the doctors had told him.

  Mollie was still chattering away as Kristin approached, holding the light jacket he’d put on his daughter this morning before he’d dropped her off at Kristin’s town house. “Come on, Mols. Let’s get your coat on and go play outside.”

  Derek set Mollie on the floor and she immediately ran to Kristin, who gave her a hug before stuffing her small arms into the coat. “Were you a good girl for Miss Sandy?”

  “Yes.” Mollie nodded positively.

  “Great! I’m proud of you. Tell Daddy we’ll see him at supper time.”

  “Bye, Daddy. See you at supper time,” Mollie parroted, and he waved as Kristin led her out the back door. As the door closed behind them, he shook his head fondly. What a pair. The two were as close as sisters. He couldn’t have asked for a better friend than Kristin over the past few years.

  “Kristin takes mighty good care of that little girl of yours.” Faye came back down the hallway carrying a cat that was scheduled for blood work.

  Derek nodded. “I don’t know what I’d do without her.” Then he grinned, remembering how Kristin had shaken him up in the exam room. “But she sure does come up with some mighty strange schemes.”

  Faye smiled. She’d worked for Kristin’s father, “Doc” Gordon, before Derek took over the practice and she’d known Kristin since she had been a young child. “Let me guess. She wants to start flying lessons.”

  “Nope.”

  “Join the police academy?”

  Derek chuckled and shook his head.

  “Take an Alaskan wilderness trek?”

  “Not even close. She thinks I should marry her.”

  To his surprise, Faye didn’t give an immediate belly laugh as he’d expected. “Hmm,” was all she said. The matter-of-fact way she’d accepted the statement shook him more than he liked.

  “What does ‘hmm’ mean?”

  Faye shrugged. “It’s a pretty good idea, if you ask me.”

  “Are you kidding?” He stopped dead. “She’s way too young for me.”

  “You’re thirty-four years old.” Faye was over fifty and she only shook her head. “That’s young. And Kristin was twenty-five last week. You’re not even a decade apart.”

  He stared at her, feeling ridiculously betrayed. He’d been sure Faye would laugh and agree with him about Kristin’s harebrained idea. “It’s a nutty idea, just like most of her other schemes.”

  She ignored his warning tone. “Mollie needs a mother. Who better than the woman who’s cared for her since she was born? And you need a wife, but just anybody won’t do. You need somebody who’s as bullheaded as you, somebody who will bark back when you get difficult—”

  “Kristin is hardly a woman.” He knew his face mirrored the irritation he was feeling.

  Faye hooted. “Give me a break, Derek. She ain’t a man and she’s way too old to be a teenager!”

  “That may be, but she’s not marriage material.” His tone was curt as he turned away and continued down the hall before she could see the red flush he was pretty sure was climbing his face. Faye must be crazy. He had no intention of ever marrying again. Why should he? His life was just fine the way it was—as fine as it ever could be without Deb. No one could replace her in his heart.

  Besides, Deb hadn’t been bullheaded and they’d never had a shouting match in the entire ten years of their marriage. She was nothing like Kristin, a whirlwind of opinionated energy. No, no one could ever be the same as his sweet, gentle Deb.

  She’d been warm and loving, filling the world around her with her own special brand of quiet peace until the cancer had extinguished her life and destroyed his. If it hadn’t been for Mollie, their precious gift, thankfully untouched by the illness that ravaged her mother, he’d have laid down and died with Deb.

  The thought of his bouncy baby girl soothed the deep sorrow that still filled him at the thought of living a lifetime without Deb. He was darn lucky to have such a handy arrangement with Kris. Mollie couldn’t be in better hands.

  Hands. Recalling the chart he still held, he remembered it was Friday and he had patients waiting. He wanted to be finished by noon so he could spend the afternoon doing well-checks on new arrivals at the Appalachian Animal Sanctuary, a nonprofit shelter Kristin’s father had founded a few years before his death. Forcing himself to dismiss thoughts of Kristin, he went on down the hall to talk about Mutley.

  But that evening, as he said farewell to the volunteers at the animal sanctuary’s on-site clinic, Kristin’s words were still replaying themselves in his ears. He hadn’t been able to think of anything else today. Every time he’d surfaced from whatever procedure he was concentrating on, he heard her again. I think we should get married.

  Crazy! He felt a sensation oddly akin to panic clutch at his chest as he parked in his driveway and walked up the front walk of his home. It was a beautiful old brick manor house in the small town of Quartz Forge, just minutes from the Michaux Forest and the Appalachian Trail. Kristin had shared it with her father until his sudden death from a heart attack nearly eight years ago. Just like Mollie, her own mother had passed away when she was an infant. After Paul Gordon had died, Kristin had claimed the place was too big for just her, so he’d bought it from her at generous fair-market value for the family he and Deb anticipated would fill it one day. Kristin had protested the amount, but he’d been firm. It wasn’t as if he’d ever miss that amount of money, although Kristin didn’t know that. No one in Quartz Forge knew the extent of his personal fortune and he was happy to keep it that way.

  His personal fortune. The realization that he was a wealthy man—no, make that a filthy-rich man—still didn’t seem real. Thanks to his brother’s savvy dealings, the ten million he’d started with had increased significantly just in the fifteen years he’d had it. Maybe, he thought, he just didn’t want it to be real. Because if it hadn’t happened, his parents would still be alive and enjoying their first and only grandchild.

  He still could barely think of them. In one of the most improbable scenarios ever, his parents had been swimming while on a second honeymoon in the Caribbean when they had been struck by a young drunk speedboat driver while Derek and his brother Damon were in high school. It turned out their killer was a Saudi prince. The young man’s father, furious at his son’s reckless behavior, settled a multimillion-dollar sum on the two Mahoney brothers and nullified the prince’s position as his heir, elevating another of his sons instead. While it hadn’t brought back his parents and it wasn’t justice as Americans knew it, Derek imagined the punishment was far more effective in the long run than the suspended jail sentence the young man had received.

  The heavy inner door opened while he was mounting the steps, interrupting his morose thoughts. Mollie appeared behind the screen, waving wildly. A moment later, Kristin appeared behind her. She glanced at him, unsmiling, and then stepped back, eyes averted, as he opened the door and walked inside.

  “My daddy! My daddy!” Mollie chattered
happily about her day as he swung her up into his arms for a hug. An instant later she was squirming to be set down, babbling something about Play-Doh that she apparently wanted him to see. As she raced out of the front hallway, he risked a glance at Kristin.

  “Looks like you two had a fun afternoon. How long did she nap today?”

  “Two hours.” Kristin’s voice was so carefully neutral that he could tell without a doubt she was still angry. She was normally the most expressive person he knew, her green eyes telegraphing joy or amusement or outrage or whatever it was she was feeling. “She woke up about four.”

  He checked the hallway. Mollie still hadn’t reappeared. “Um, Kris, about what you said this morning?”

  She didn’t speak, only tilted her head and lifted her eyebrows in cool query.

  “It’s just not that easy.” She was studying a spot just beyond his left shoulder and he had a shockingly strong impulse to grab her and shake her until she looked at him. “People don’t just get married because it’s convenient, or—or because it would solve a few logistical problems. You’re a great baby-sitter and you know I’ll never be able to thank you enough for the way you’ve stepped in to help me raise Mollie, but—” he made a helpless gesture “—that’s no reason to try to force us into becoming a family.”

  There was a long silence in the hallway and he could hear his own awkward words echoing around them. Finally, when she still didn’t respond, he demanded, “Do you understand what I’m trying to say?”

  “Perfectly.” Her voice was chilly. “You want to monopolize my life and my youth because it’s a convenient arrangement for you.”

  He was shocked. “That’s not true!” Was it?

  “Look, Derek.” Kristin’s face took on the mutinous expression he knew from experience meant that he was going to have to use every trick in the book to change her opinion. Her tone went from cool to heated. “This isn’t fair to me or to Molly. She’s growing far too dependent on me. You’re setting yourself up for trouble when you do get married again some day. She’ll have a terrible time acclimating to a new mother.”