Josh are already friends. Things obviously aren’t going too well with you if you have to work at two jobs in order to remain even this financially solvent—’
‘Now, look, Mr Fraser—’
‘Will you just hear me out, Casey?’ Xander cut in. ‘I have something to say, and your constant interruptions aren’t making it any easier!’
She raised blonde brows, indignant colour in her cheeks. ‘Maybe if you stopped making this so personal…?’
His mouth twisted humourlessly. ‘But it is personal, Casey. Very personal,’ he added heavily. ‘For reasons that I will explain in a moment, I’m here to ask if, in return for my financially providing for you and Josh, you would consider becoming my wife.’
Speechless.
Xander Fraser had rendered her completely speechless with his announcement—his question?
He couldn’t possibly be serious!
Could he?
CASEY felt as if she were fighting her way through cotton-wool—thick, wispy clouds of it that stopped her reaching the surface, stopped her from remembering—
This was all a dream! Xander Fraser was a dream. As his marriage proposal had been a dream—
‘Drink this,’ rasped an autocratic voice. ‘Come on, Casey, open your eyes and drink.’
Unfortunately, that voice was all too familiar. Not a dream, then. Or even a nightmare! Which meant that Xander’s marriage proposal had been very real…
‘I know you’re awake, Casey.’ His voice was softer now. ‘I’m not going to disappear just because you refuse to open your eyes and look at me,’ he taunted gently.
Her lids snapped open and she glared up at her tormentor. She was now sitting slumped in the armchair Xander must have carried her to when she’d fainted, and he was bent over her, holding out a glass of clear brown liquid.
A rueful smile touched those beautifully sculpted lips as he made no effort to back off. ‘Drink some of the sherry, Casey,’ he ordered as he held the glass closer to her. ‘It should be brandy, I know, but it’s all I could find in the way of alcohol,’ he added wryly.
It was cooking sherry, Casey recognised with a grimace as she took the glass from him, used to flavour a trifle she had made for Christmas, several months ago. And not a very good cooking sherry, either. But he was right. She needed something to dispel some of the numbed shock she was feeling.
Xander Fraser was the type of man who was always right, she decided, thoroughly disgruntled. She gulped down the sherry, finding it as disgusting as she’d thought it would be, but nonetheless reviving for all that.
Great, Xander muttered inwardly when he saw those green eyes begin to sparkle unnaturally and the flush that suddenly coloured Casey’s previously pale cheeks; one glass of bloody awful sherry and the woman was drunk. No doubt the fact that she obviously didn’t eat properly hadn’t helped.
‘That’s enough of that,’ he said firmly. He took the empty glass away from her and placed it on the coffee table, straightening as he did so to move slightly away from her. His deliberately bland expression showed none of the concern he had felt a few minutes ago, as he’d carried her limp body from the kitchen to place her in the chair in the sitting room.
The woman had been like gossamer in his arms—so light she’d felt as though she didn’t weigh much more than Lauren. As he had looked down at her he’d wondered what difference a few good meals and some TLC would bring to the hollows of her cheeks and the slender curves of her body. How she would look if the worry and stress she was obviously suffering were to be removed and she could actually start to enjoy life again.
Then he had chastised himself for even thinking along those lines. His idea that the two of them marry was a business proposition. Nothing more, nothing less. Far better that he didn’t even think of Casey Bridges’ undoubted beauty, or the possible allure of her with a fuller, more curvaceous body…
No, thinking about her like that certainly wasn’t a good idea. Not if she agreed to marry him.
And he had every intention, now he had actually voiced the idea, of making sure that she did!
Casey looked up at Xander from beneath long golden lashes, easily recognising his leashed strength as he paced the room restlessly. He was a man who wielded power along with supreme self-confidence. A man, she was sure, who never took no for an answer. A man who had just suggested, with the offer of a financial incentive, that she marry him!
She moistened stiff, unyielding lips before speaking. ‘I think you had better leave now.’
‘I’m afraid I can’t do that, Casey. You and I have a lot more to say to each other before I agree to go anywhere.’
‘But you can’t have seriously just suggested the two of us get married?’
‘Oh, I’m serious,’ he replied grimly. ‘Very much so.’
‘But you don’t even know me—’
‘I know all I need to know,’ he declared. ‘You’re hardworking. Independent. A good mother—’
‘My teeth are sound, too,’ she put in sarcastically.
Xander gave an appreciative grin. ‘There—you have a sense of humour as well!’
‘It’s hysteria, Mr Fraser, not humour,’ Casey pointed out, sitting up straighter in the armchair to look at him searchingly. ‘Why?’ she finally voiced in a guarded tone.
‘Add astute to your list of attributes!’ he teased, not unkindly.
‘Well, I certainly know you aren’t suggesting I marry you because you’ve suddenly decided you’ve fallen madly in love with me!’ she retorted.
‘No,’ he acknowledged seriously. ‘Do you want to know why you? Or why I need to get married at all?’
‘Both,’ Casey snapped.
‘Does Josh have any paternal grandparents?’ he asked, instead of answering either of those questions.
Casey looked surprised. ‘Yes.’
‘And have they ever considered trying to take Josh from you?’
‘After the way their son behaved? They wouldn’t dare!’ she assured him, wings of angry colour appearing in those pale cheeks.
‘Well, Brad feels no such scruples where his granddaughter is concerned,’ Xander said coldly.
‘Your father-in-law wants to take Lauren away from you?’ Casey gasped. ‘But why?’
Xander raised an eyebrow. ‘Why does he want Lauren? Or why does he think he has reason to take Lauren from me?’
‘Either.
