weeks for photography and production. We’ll have to start from scratch, you see.”
“And after the shooting’s done, everything just runs on autopilot?”
He frowned. “I suppose there would be the occasional public appearance, just to keep up the fiction, until the ads finished running.”
“That’s what I thought. Somewhere around Christmastime, in other words.”
“It’s not like it would be every day. Dave said there’s no one in your life, so—”
“And since I obviously don’t have anything better to do for the next few months, I might as well do this?”
“That isn’t quite the way I’d have put it, but…”
“Pardon me while I go ask my brother to refer me to a good attorney.”
Trey wrinkled his brow. “Dave is an attorney, Darcy.”
“Yes. But after I murder him, I’m going to need someone else to defend me.”
“Dave has only your best interests at heart. You’re at loose ends right now, and a job hunt may take months, especially since you’re not working at the moment. Employers always want to know what happened to the last job.”
She sighed as if she’d found that out the hard way.
Trey pushed his advantage. “I’m willing to compensate you for the time you spend with me.”
“Oh, thanks very much for making me sound like a call girl.”
“It’s nothing of the sort! You’d have a paying job right away, even if it’s not exactly what you’ve been applying for. And within a few weeks, by the time the photography’s all finished, I’m sure I can arrange something for you that’s closer to your field.”
“Any job you could possibly arrange for me would look very fishy.”
She had a point, and Trey had to admit it. “All right, if an easy-to-get job isn’t your thing, then what sort of bargain do you have in mind? There must be something you want.”
“You mean, if I could have anything at all?”
He noted a sudden gleam in her eyes. Greed, he thought. Or avarice. Or maybe just plain ambition. “Within reason,” he said warily.
“Then I want my own firm.”
He was waiting for her to say a million dollars, and so it took a few seconds for him to register what she’d actually demanded. “I said within reason, Darcy.”
“I think I’m being perfectly reasonable. I don’t want you to set me up with a Fortune-500-sized company. I just want my own, one-person graphic-design firm.”
“And you think it wouldn’t look suspicious if I was behind that?”
“Who’s going to know you’re behind it? I’m tired of working for other people. I’m tired of producing infinite variations of dull subjects. I want to be able to choose which projects I handle, and set my own work schedule.”
“Being in business for yourself isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.”
“It’s better than having to deal with a boss who’s been stuck with me against his will. You help me set up my office. Then after we break our engagement, the Kentwells chain hires me to create a new logo and—”
“Wait a minute here.”
“That will prove to everyone that we’re breaking up amicably, remaining friends despite the fact that the wedding didn’t work out. Then you can recommend me to the other firms you deal with, and we’ll be square.”
“That’s outrageous. In fact, it’s blackmail.”
“It’s business. Take it or leave it.”
“And if I leave it?”
Darcy shrugged. “That would be just fine with me. I’ll be no worse off than when I woke up this morning—except for the attack of acid indigestion you’ve caused me. And I’m sure you could find someone among the women of your acquaintance who would play along with the idea of being engaged and be much more enthusiastic about the role than I am.”
She had him there. They’d be too enthusiastic—that was the problem.
“One of Caroline’s friends might be willing to help you out.”
Trey couldn’t help wincing at the thought.
“And if Dave put his mind to it,” she went on thoughtfully, “he might even be able to write up a contract that’s watertight enough to keep her from suing you later on for changing your mind and dumping her. Mind you, I’m not promising anything of the sort, because then I’d be practicing law without a license, and Dave says I have to be very careful about that.”
Might. Trey didn’t feel like betting his life on Dave’s contract-writing skills. Which of course was exactly why Darcy had said it. Obviously Dave wasn’t the only member of the Malone family who specialized in twisted legal logic.
“If I agree to set you up in business,” he warned, “I’m going to expect a lot more than the occasional public appearance.”
Darcy didn’t miss a beat. “Really? What have you got in mind? You want me to have your baby after all?”
His mouth went dry at the thought. With horror, he told himself. “Heaven forbid the world should have a miniature version of you inflicted on it.”
Darcy smiled. “Now that’s really funny, because I was thinking precisely the same thing about you. Andrew Patrick Kent the Fourth—the poor child. What would you call him, anyway? Quatro?”
Trey decided to ignore her. “If I’m going to invest serious money in setting you up in business, you’d have to make yourself available whenever I needed you. And there would be no embarrassing incidents. No getting caught in a compromising position with some other guy.”
“Oh, that’s comforting. You mean I can do anything I want, as long as I don’t get caught—right?”
“Dammit, Darcy—”
“Oh, don’t worry. Remember? I’m just as skittish as you are—there’s absolutely no one in my life and no possibility that will change. So you have nothing to worry about. I’ll be too busy working on my new business to look around for men, anyway.”
He wished that felt like a benefit. In fact, the more she worked on her new business, he suspected, the more this was going to cost him. But what choice did he have? “Then we have a deal,” he said, and held out a hand.
She hesitated, and he found himself holding his breath. Then she reached out. Her palm was warm against his, her grip firm, her fingers steady.
Trey wouldn’t have been surprised to find that he was trembling himself. Which was totally ridiculous, of course. She’d agreed to the terms—hell, she’d set them herself, so she had
