Copyright © 2008
All rights reserved, The Wild Rose Press
Andi crossed her arms to avoid the temptation to touch the dime-sized princess cut diamond in an ornate antique platinum setting.
“What do you say, Ms. Goforth?”
“You want me to be your temporary fiancée?”
“Yes, ma'am.” Cole Green's soft pleasing drawl accompanied a smile.
Andi swallowed hard and pressed a hand to the involuntary reaction that fluttered low in her belly every time he used the simple affirmative phrase.
“For how long?”
“Technically, it would only be for the afternoon.”
There was another long pause. For the first time she noticed the dark shadows under his eyes and the strain around his mouth.
“Let me get this straight; you want me to lie to your grandmother?” Okay, she was no catholic schoolgirl. She knew people lied for all kinds of reasons. She just didn't happen to be one of them.
“A temporary lie, Ms. Goforth, guaranteed to do more good than harm.”
Andi chewed the inside of her cheek. It wasn't as if she were lying to her own grandmother, she rationalized.
Her boss had asked her to lie—and offered to compensate her. Besides, he trusted her to help him.
It was a job, nothing more. And the money would bring her bank account balance closer to the down payment she needed for her condo.
She wanted to ask more questions. But the way Cole touched his Rolex and glanced toward the door with hooded eyes told her there wasn't time. She wiped her damp palms against the smooth texture of her pants. Was Cam right? Had she lost more than her nerve since her break up with Sam? She cleared her throat.
“Okay, I'll do it.”