An Engagement in Seattle

Seven

“You?” Chase repeated slowly, unsure he’d heard her correctly. It seemed too good to be true, something he dared not believe.

“Yes.” Lesley was standing now, too, her steady gaze nearly level with his own. She studied him as closely as he was studying her. “I’d be willing to marry you.”

“Why?” Fool that he was, he had to ask, although he was confident he knew her answer. He wondered if she’d be honest enough to admit it.

“I like you very much,” she said, obviously choosing her words with care. “And it’s clear that there’s a physical attraction between us. I don’t usually respond to a man the way I have to you.”

He gave her no reassurances nor did he discourage her. She seemed nervous, understandably so. “Those are the only reasons?” he pressed.

“No.” She was irritated with him now and he felt relieved. The more emotion she revealed the better. “I don’t want to live in Seattle any longer.”

She’d disappointed him. “If that’s all you want, isn’t marrying a man you don’t love a little drastic? All you need to do is apply for a teaching position elsewhere. I’m not up on these things, but I seem to remember hearing that teachers were in high demand in a number of states. Try Montana. That’s where your mother’s living, isn’t it?”

“I don’t want to move to Montana. I’d rather be in Alaska with you.”

“You still haven’t answered my question.”

“You’re going to make me say it, aren’t you? You’d like to see me humiliate myself, but I’m not going to. Now, do you want to marry me or not?”

There’d never been a single doubt in Chase’s mind. He knew exactly what he wanted and he had from the beginning. He wanted Lesley. He’d always wanted Lesley, and that wasn’t going to change.

“It’s Tony, isn’t it?” he said, as unemotionally as he could. Funny, he’d never met the man but he despised him for what he’d done to Lesley and for the way he was treating his wife. “You’re afraid he has the power to reduce you to something you find abhorrent. He wants you, doesn’t he? But he’s married and that means you’d be his mistress and you’re scared out of your wits that you’ll do it because you love him.”

“Yes. Yes!” Angry tears glistened in her eyes and her hands were clenched into tight fists at her sides.


“You think marrying me and moving to Alaska is the answer to all your problems.”

“Yes,” she cried again. “I’ve never lied to you, Chase, not even when it would’ve been convenient. You know exactly what you’re getting with me.”

“Yes, I do,” he answered softly.

“Well?” she asked with an indignant tilt of her chin. “Are you going to marry me or not?”

“Is this a take-it-or-leave-it proposition?”

“Yes.”

“All right,” he said, walking away from her. “We’ll be married Wednesday evening.”

“Next week!” She sounded as if that was impossible. Unthinkable. “I can’t put together a wedding in that amount of time. My mother and Ken are traveling in their trailer this summer and—”

“Do you want them at the ceremony?” he interrupted.

“Yes, but…not if it means ruining their vacation.”

“Then we won’t tell them until they’re home.” If Lesley was looking for solutions, he’d willingly supply them.

“I’d like to try calling them. And I want to invite a few friends and have a small reception.”

“Fine with me. The hotel can arrange whatever you want with twenty-four hours’ notice. We’ll talk to them on Monday.” Chase didn’t intend to give her any more time than that or she might well talk herself out of it.

“What about the invitations?”

“Well, there’s always email.”

“No, I want real invitations.”

“I’ll have a messenger service hand-deliver them.”

“But they’ll need to be printed, and…oh, Chase, there are so many things to do. I have a dress, but I don’t know if you’d want me to wear it since I bought it for another man, but it’s so beautiful and—no, I couldn’t possibly wear it, and that means I’ll have to buy another one. But it took me weeks to find the first one.”

Chase held his breath until his chest ached with the effort. “It seems to me you’re looking for excuses.”

“I’m not! I swear I’m not. It’s just that…”

“Be very sure, Lesley, because once we say those vows we’re married, and I take that very seriously. I assume you do, too.”

She nodded slowly. “What about all my things? What will I do with them? I can’t cram everything I own in a couple of suitcases.”

“Pack what you want and I’ll have the rest shipped. You won’t need the furniture, so either sell it or give it away—whatever you want.”

She took a deep breath. “Okay.”

“We’ll need to apply for the wedding license tomorrow morning. I’ll be here by ten to pick you up,” he said.

She nodded again and he started for the door.

“Chase.”

He turned around, impatient now and not understanding why. Lesley had agreed to marry him, which was more than he’d expected. “Yes?”

“Would you mind kissing me?” Her voice was small and uncertain. He purposely hadn’t made this easy on her for the simple reason that he wanted her to know her own mind. To be satisfied that marriage to him was the right decision. He would’ve liked to kiss her, and use their mutual attraction to convince her, but he couldn’t. That would have felt unethical to him.

He saw that Lesley had taken several steps toward him; the least he could do was meet her halfway. She needed reassurance and he should have given it to her long before now.

He walked back to her, held her face in his hands and kissed her. The kiss deepened and deepened until Chase’s control teetered precariously.

He’d forgotten exactly how good she felt in his arms. It shouldn’t be like this. His experience might not have been as extensive as that of some men, but with other women he’d always been composed and in control. His response to Lesley worried him. The fact that he found her so desirable was important, but that he could so easily lose his head over her was a negative.

Lesley exhaled, that soft womanly sigh that drove him to distraction. He lifted his mouth from hers and concentrated on the nape of her neck, scattering kisses there while struggling with his own composure.

“Thank you,” she whispered. The beauty of her words and the sweetness of her mouth were fatal to his control.

“This will be a real marriage, Lesley,” he warned.

“I realize that.” She sounded slightly offended, but Chase refused to leave any room for doubt.

“Good. I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning, then.”

Lesley nodded and Chase felt a sense of victory, hollow though it was. She’d agreed to marry him, but for none of the reasons he would’ve liked. She was running away from a painful situation that could only bring her heartache.

He was the lesser of two evils.

Not the most solid foundation for a marriage. But time and patience and love were the mortar that would strengthen it.

“You’re getting married!” Lori and Jo Ann repeated together in stunned disbelief.

“I didn’t offer to buy you lunch in a fancy restaurant for nothing,” Lesley commented brightly, forking up a slice of chicken in her chicken-and-spinach salad. “What are you two doing Wednesday evening?”

“Ah…nothing,” Lori murmured.

“Not a thing,” Jo Ann said.

“Great, I’d like you both to stand up for me at my wedding. Chase and I are—”

“Chase?” Jo Ann broke in. “Who on earth is Chase?”

“I didn’t know you were dating anyone,” Lori said, sounding more surprised than upset.

Neither of her friends had touched their seafood salads. They sat like mannequins, staring at Lesley as if she’d announced she was an escaped convict.

“Chase Goodman,” Lesley repeated casually between bites. “That’s the man I’m marrying.”

Lori, small and fawnlike, with large dark eyes, gnawed on her lower lip. “Why does that name sound familiar? Do I know him?”

“I doubt it. Chase’s from Alaska.”

“Alaska.” Jo Ann said the name of the state in a low voice, as if trying to remember something. She picked up her fork. “Speaking of Alaska… Did either of you see the news story last week about this guy who came down from Alaska and advertised for a—” She stopped, her eyes widening. She made a few odd sounds, but nothing that resembled intelligible words.

“You’re marrying the guy who advertised for a wife?” Lori looked from Lesley to Jo Ann and back again.


“Lesley, have you lost your mind?” Jo Ann finally sputtered.

“Maybe.” She wasn’t going to argue with her two best friends. A week earlier she’d thought the whole idea of marrying a stranger was crazy. She’d said as much to Chase, belittled the women who’d applied, even made derogatory remarks about the type of man who’d defy convention in such an outlandish manner.

One week later, she’d agreed to be his bride.

“You will be my bridesmaids, won’t you?”

“Of course, but—”

“No buts. The wedding’s on Wednesday. I don’t have time for arguments, and please, don’t try to talk me out of this because you can’t. Chase and I are leaving for our honeymoon after the wedding.” She smiled. “The location’s a surprise. After that, we’re heading to Twin Creeks where Chase lives. He has to be on the job in eight days and that doesn’t leave us much time.”

“Pinch me,” Lori said to Jo Ann, “because this doesn’t seem real. We’re not actually hearing this, are we? Lesley, this isn’t like you.”

Jo Ann shook her head and added, “It’s because of Tony, isn’t it? You’re far too sensible to do something like this otherwise.”

“I wasn’t going to say anything.” Lori looked down, rearranging the salt and pepper shakers on the cream-colored tablecloth. “But…Tony phoned me. He’s worried about you, Les. He said he’s been trying to get in touch with you, but you weren’t returning his calls.”

“Tony’s been calling you?” Jo Ann sounded outraged. “Does April know about this?”

“She’s out of town.”

“That creep!”

“I knew when he married April that it wouldn’t last,” Lori said with a hint of self-righteousness.

Lesley laughed, grateful for her friends’ loyalty. “You suspected it wouldn’t last because Tony wasn’t marrying me. If he had, you would both have been singing his praises.”

“I’m beginning to think Daisy might be right about him,” Jo Ann said, stabbing her fork into some crabmeat. “How could she see through him so quickly? The three of us work with the guy nine months out of the year and we have to be hit over the head before it dawns on us that Tony isn’t playing fair.”

“What did you tell Tony about me?” Lesley inquired casually, although her interest was anything but casual.

“Nothing much, just that I’d talked to you recently and you sounded happy.

“He seemed surprised to hear that and said he was afraid you were depressed and avoiding people. He acted concerned and guilty about the way he’d hurt you. I…”

“Yes?” Lesley prompted.

“I felt sorry for him by the time we hung up.”

“Sorry for him?” Jo Ann asked, incredulous. “Why would you feel sorry for Tony? He’s the one who broke Lesley’s heart and married someone else.”

Lori shrugged, looking mildly guilty herself. “He didn’t actually say so, but I had the feeling he regrets marrying April.” Lori paused, frowning. “She’s never been very friendly toward the three of us, has she?”

“Who can blame her for being unfriendly?” Lesley was the first one to defend April.

“Tony made her situation impossible at school,” Lori agreed. “We did our best to make her feel welcome, but we’d all worked with Lesley and April knew that. She attended hardly any faculty functions after the wedding. I’ll bet she’s really a nice person, and we’d find that out if she ever gave anyone the chance to know her.”

“She gave Tony plenty of chances,” Jo Ann muttered, unwilling even now to forget the upheaval the new first-grade teacher had brought into their lives.

“You haven’t talked to Tony yourself?” Lori asked, ignoring Jo Ann’s pettiness. For that, Lesley was grateful.

“Not since school got out.” She felt good about resisting the temptation to phone him, but it had exacted a high emotional price. “I won’t, either,” she said, her resolve growing stronger.

Jo Ann nodded vigorously. Lori looked uncertain.

“Aren’t you curious about what he wants?”

“Come on, Lori. What do you think Tony wants?” Jo Ann asked.

Lori studied her for a disbelieving moment. “You don’t really believe that, do you?”

“Lori, wake up!” Jo Ann said sarcastically and snapped her fingers. “When a married man phones another woman—his ex-fiancée, no less—while his wife’s out of town, there’s only one reason.”

“I hate to think Tony would do that.”

Lesley felt the same way, but she couldn’t allow her tenderness for Tony to mislead her.

“Stop.” Jo Ann raised both hands. “We’ve strayed from the real subject here and that’s Lesley’s wedding.”

“‘Lesley’s wedding,’” Lori echoed, sending a dismayed glance at Jo Ann. “Are you in love with Chase?” she asked.

“No.” Lesley refused to be anything but honest with her friends. When she’d told her mother and Ken she’d stretched the truth, subtly of course, but she’d never be able to fool her friends. Her mother was another story; she believed Lesley was in love because that was what she wanted to believe.

Lori’s jaw fell open. “You don’t even love him.”

“I’ve only known the man for a little more than one week. It’s a bit difficult to develop a deep, emotional attachment in that length of time.”

“You’re willing to marry him anyway,” Jo Ann murmured thoughtfully. “That tells me a lot. He’s obviously got something going for him.”

“He’s good with kids, and he’s kind. And brave,” she said, remembering his pursuit of her mugger. Those were only three of Chase’s character traits that appealed to her. Honesty was another.

“What’s he look like?” Lori was eager to know.

“Kind of like you’d expect someone from Alaska to look. He’s tall and muscular and his eyes are a lovely deep brown. He’s a comfortable sort of person to be with, entertaining and funny. When he laughs it comes from his belly.”

“You’re marrying a man because of the way he laughs?”

It sounded absurd, but in part she was. Chase had a wonderful sense of humor and Lesley found that quality important in any relationship, but vital in a marriage.


“You really like this guy, don’t you?”

Lesley nodded. It surprised her how much she did.

“Would you guys have time to shop with me this afternoon?” Lesley asked, ending her introspection. She hadn’t said a word about the way Chase kissed. He should win awards for his style. She’d never known a man could arouse such a heated reaction with a few kisses.

“You’re going through with this, aren’t you?” Even now Lori didn’t quite seem to believe it.

“Yes, I am.” She turned to Jo Ann, expecting an argument, unsought advice or words of caution.

“I almost envy you,” Jo Ann remarked instead. “This is going to be an incredible adventure. You’ll email us and let us know what happens, won’t you?”

Lesley laughed, astonished when she felt tears gather in her eyes. Through all the pain and difficulties of the past year, she’d been blessed with truly good friends.

“I wonder what Alaska will be like,” Lori said dreamily. “Do you think Twin Creeks will have a friendly moose wandering through town like in the opening of that old TV show?”

“Hi,” Lesley said, letting herself into the house. Chase had spent the afternoon at her rented home, supervising the packers so her personal things would be ready for shipping.

He tossed aside the magazine he was reading and smiled up at her with that roguish gleam in his eyes. Her heart reacted with a surprising surge of warmth.

“How’d your meeting with your friends go?” Chase asked.

“Really well.” It was ridiculous to be shy with him now.

“They didn’t try to talk you out of the wedding?”

Lesley grinned as she sat down on the sofa that would soon belong to Daisy and her boys. “I’ll admit they were shocked, but once I told them what a fabulous kisser you are, they were green with envy.”

“You aren’t going to change your mind, are you?”

Lori and Jo Ann had asked her that question, too, and she gave him the same answer. “No. Are you worried?”

“Yes.” His voice was gruff and he reached for her, kissing her hungrily.

Lesley could find no will to resist him. He’d only kissed her once since she’d agreed to be his wife and she needed his touch, longed for it. She leaned forward and braced her hand against his chest. The strong, even feel of his pulse reassured her that he enjoyed their kisses as much as she did. At least she wasn’t alone in this.

Chase took hold of her waist and pulled her closer. His kiss was slow, deep and thorough. And not nearly enough.

Chase started to pull away and she protested. “No…”

His mouth came back to hers once more. By the time Chase pulled away from her, she was weak and dizzy and breathless.

“Lesley, listen,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to hers.

“No,” she whispered back. “Just hold me for a few minutes. Please.” She didn’t want to talk, not then, nor was she interested in thinking because if she analyzed what she was doing, she might change her mind, after all.

All Lesley wanted was to feel. When she was in Chase’s arms she could feel again. For months she’d been trapped in a kind of numbness. Sometimes the pain surged up to inundate her but most of the time she’d felt nothing. No laughter. No tears. Just a lethargy that sapped away her energy and destroyed her dreams.

Then she’d met Chase and suddenly she was laughing again, dreaming again. Whenever he kissed her, a cascade of feelings flooded her body—and her heart. She needed to experience that excitement, those emotions.

For reasons of his own, Chase needed her, too. She would reciprocate generously and without reserve because she wanted him as badly as he wanted her.

As she luxuriated in the shelter of his arms, he buried his face in her neck, his breathing heavy.

Then, without warning, he broke away from her, leaving her breathless. Stunned. Before she could analyze what was happening, he was on his feet and moving toward the door. “I have to go.”

“Go? But why?”

He paused, his back to her. “Because if I stay we’re going to end up in bed.”

“You…you don’t want to be with me?”

Chase didn’t answer. Although Lesley thought she knew why he’d resisted the temptation to make love to her, she still felt hurt. She suspected that he feared she might not go through with the marriage. His lack of trust offended her, and his rejection was more than insulting, it was painful in a way that echoed past anguish. She’d lowered her guard, offered him everything she had to give and he was walking away from her. The six-year-old child whose father had abandoned her was back, chanting her fears.

“Go, then,” she said furiously, trying to silence the sounds of grief only she could hear.

He paused at the front door, his shoulders slumped forward. “I can’t leave you now.”

“Sure you can.”

He turned back and walked over to the sofa, sitting down next to her. He pulled her into his arms, disregarding her token objections, and held her. She let him, although the little girl in her wanted to push him away, hurt him for hurting her. But the womanly part of her needed his comfort.

As Chase kissed the crown of her head, she sighed and nestled in his arms.

“You tempt me, Lesley Campbell, more than any woman I’ve ever known,” he whispered.

“You tempt me, too.”

She felt his smile and was glad he was there with her.

“Becky Bright, the reporter who did that interview with me, phoned earlier this afternoon,” he told her.

“How come?”

“She wants to do an interview with the two of us right after the wedding. Do you mind?”

“I suppose not. Do you?”

“I do, but it’s the only way I can think of to stop the phone calls. According to the answering service, they’re still coming in.”

“Still?”

“I had the billboard taken down and asked Sandra to cancel all the remaining appointments, but there are more women phoning now than ever. I’m sure some called before and were discouraged when they didn’t hear back right away. Several were phoning to see if I’d made a decision and others wanted to know it if was too late.”

“It’s certainly been an…interesting experiment, hasn’t it?” she said.

“Yes, but it isn’t one I care to repeat.”

Lesley jabbed him with her elbow. “I should hope not!”

Chase laughed, slid his arms around her waist and nuzzled her neck. “I’m going to have my hands full with one wife.”


“What about the applicants you’ve already seen?”

“I had Sandra write up a form letter and send it out to everyone, including them.”

“To eight hundred women.”

Lesley felt his smile against her skin. “Not exactly.”

“What do you mean?”

“I got eight hundred calls, yes—well, maybe a thousand in total if we add the recent ones—but not all of them were from women who wanted to be my wife. I found that at least a hundred were from mothers planning to introduce me to their daughters.”

Lesley stared at him. “I hope you’re joking.”

“I’m not. And there were more crank calls than I care to mention.”

“So,” Lesley said, feeling a bit cocky. “When you come right down to it, exactly how many serious applications did you receive?”

“One.”

“One? But you said… I heard on the news—”

“Yours was the only one I took seriously.”

His words were sweet and soft and precisely what she needed. She rewarded him by throwing her arms around his neck and directing his mouth to hers. Their kisses were slow and lazy and pleasurable.

Chase wasn’t ready to leave for another hour. He needed to finish up some last-minute details with the answering service and the billboard company. After that, she lingered with him on the front porch for ten minutes, neither of them eager to separate even for a few hours.

“I’ll be back soon,” he promised. “Where would you like to have dinner?”

Lesley smiled. “Are you in the mood for another hamburger and a rematch at the golf course?”

“You’re on.”

Lesley stood on the porch until his car was out of sight. She glanced at her watch and realized that in twenty-four hours they’d be married.

The house felt empty without Chase. In fact, not just her house but her whole life felt different now that she was marrying him.

She showered and changed clothes, and was packing her suitcase when the doorbell chimed. Her steps were eager as she ran across the living room. Chase could come in without the formality of waiting for her to answer the door. She should have said as much.

Her smile bright, she opened the door.

“Hello, Lesley.”

Her heart, which had seemed light only seconds before, plummeted like a deadweight to the pit of her stomach.

“Hello, Tony.”