much.â
âI take it youâre not a country girl at heart.â
âYou take it correctly. Thereâs something else I should tell you.â
âShoot.â
âI have a male cousin named Shane whoâs apparently a mad soccer-fan and is sure to be at the family dinner tomorrow night. He twigged that you were once a famous goalkeeper and is dying to meet you. Are you all right with that?â
âWonât bother me a bit.â
âI didnât think it would but I thought you should know all the same.â
âThatâs very thoughtful of you, Laura.â
âYouâre the one whoâs being thoughtful. Iâll be forever grateful for you doing this.â
âItâs my pleasure. If you must know, Iâm quite looking forward to it.â
âI donât know why. Iâm terrified.â
âYes, I can hear the tension in your voice. Look, donât make me wait till tomorrow to find out what your aunt said to force you to change your mind. You have to tell me now or I wonât be able to sleep for imagining all sorts of crazy scenarios. It wasnât just because she found out about my goalkeeping past, was it?â
âNo, nothing like that. It was what she said about me.â
âWhat did she say about you?â
Laura told himâevery insulting detail of her conversation with her aunt, even the bit where she implied Ryan must have been ancient to be interested in her. She could feel her temper rising as she gave vent to her feelings of hurt and humiliation.
âDo you know she had the hide to tell me to wear a dress to dinner tomorrow night?â
âShocking.â
âAre you making fun of me?â
âNot at all,â he denied. âI think your aunt was very rude.â He paused, somehow managing to sound completely unconvincing, and Laura remembered his comment about her appearance.
She bristled. âIâll have you know that I own several dresses. And quite a bit of make-up. I just donât choose to wear either to work. Or at weekends in the country.â
âBut you will this weekend, if youâre serious about impressing your family. Itâs not just me whoâll be on show, sweetheart, but us as a couple.â
âYouâre not going to call me that, are you?â
âCall you what?â
âSweetheart,â she bit out.
âNot if you donât like it.â
âI donât like it.â
âWhat would you like me to call you, then?â
âLaura.â
âLaura it is, then. And Lauraâ¦?â
âYes?â
âTry to relax a bit before tomorrow, will you? Youâre way too uptight.â
âSorry. I canât help it. I hate having to do this.â
âWhat? Pretend that youâre in love with me?â
Laura winced. Did he have to be so baldly honest?
âI guess,â she said.
âYouâve been madly in love before, havenât you?â
âYes,â she confessed reluctantly. Twice. First with Brad, and then with Mario. Finding out Brad was a selfish, greedy,amoral rat had been devastating enough. But it had been the super-charming Mario who had nearly destroyed her. Because she should have known better by then. Should have seen through his lies.
But she hadnât.
âAct with me the way you acted with him, then,â Ryan suggested.
âI could never act that way again,â she said coldly. âIt was pathetic.â
âThat bad, huh? Okay, just donât freeze up if I put my arm around you or give you a little kiss occasionally. Strictly no tongues.â
âI should hope not!â
He laughed. âI can see that tomorrow might be a stretch, but what the hell? Weâre doing this for your gran, right?â
Laura blinked. Sheâd almost forgotten about her. Ever since that horrid phone call from her aunt sheâd been thinking more about herself and her
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