Landon breathed out through his nose, attempting to focus, control his rage. Belatedly he noticed Beth’s bewilderment and felt his gut clench.
Searching for something to say other than the twisted things he wanted to do to the man, he gently stroked the top of her shiny blonde head with his hand, curving his palm around her skull and drawing her gaze to his. He had to do something, say something to comfort her. “Here I thought you’d met my mother.” He felt his lips curl upward.
She made a sound, like a laugh, then regarded him as if he’d just become a giant scorpion. “Landon, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. Us…marrying…”
He shot her a get-serious look, then seized her chin in one hand and searched her gaze. A wrenching sensation slammed into his midsection. “Maybe I underestimated you,” he murmured. “You have feelings for him.”
“I have hate!”
“Then use it! Hang on to it, Bethany. Your hate will feed mine. You want me to be ruthless, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“You want me to have no heart? To trample him to the ground?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want your child back?”
“Of course I do!”
“Smile then—and get out there with me. Let the reporters have a good look at my future wife.” He helped her to her feet, gritting his teeth as he felt his body respond when her breasts brushed against his chest on her way up.
She wiped at her face and straightened her shoulders, amazing him with how easily she composed herself. “I’m sorry, I’m not usually so emotional.”
“Hold your head high.”
“Okay.”
“Hold my hand.”
Her palm felt cool when she slipped it inside his, and he gave it a squeeze as he guided her around the corner. She walked easily beside him, but a hint of alarm still lingered in her voice. “Landon, I feel like all these people can see right through me. That they know this is a farce and that I have no clue who you are. I mean, do you like sports? Do you take your coffee black or—?”
“I like sports. And I like strong coffee.”
“I have mine with milk, two Splendas and cream.”
“Do me a favor, Beth?”
“What?”
“Just act like you love me.”
Six
Blinding camera lights exploded as they approached.
Beth put all her efforts into her smile and struggled to remember why she needed to fool all of these people. Look fabulous, Beth, look besotted, ecstatic, she thought, so ecstatic a judge won’t resist granting custody of David to such a dazzling couple.
Landon was greeting the press in a congenial tone when a brazen reporter elbowed himself forward, mike in hand. “Miss Lewis—how does your ex-husband feel about the wedding?”
Beth had not been prepared for that question. She and Landon had reviewed some facts in the car when she’d asked him for instructions on dealing with the press, and he’d said, “Whatever you do, don’t lie. Twist the truth however you want, but don’t lie, not to them. One lie will take your credibility, and then you’ll never get it back.”
Very admirable and smart of him. But now she glanced worriedly at Landon and saw that he smiled at the group, an arrogant lilt of his lips that made his eyes turn to ice.
“If the good doctor’s smart about it, he’ll wish us well,” he said, and with a nod, signaled to another reporter in a move that granted him the next question.
“Miss Lewis, how did you two meet?”
She spoke quickly, grateful at how easy the answer came. “We met at a benefit. Just one peek at this man and I was done for.” Landon smiled at her, and her stomach tumbled.
“Mr. Gage, after so many years a widowed bachelor, why marry now?”
Landon’s sudden frown indicated he thought the questioner may, just may, be a little bit stupid.
After allowing this reaction to sink in among the reporters, he spread an arm out toward Beth. “Take a good look at her, gentlemen, and tell me what healthy red-blooded American male wouldn’t be honored to have this woman at their side?”
Hoots and a “Right on, Landon!” spread across the group, and a few other questions came up, to which he and Beth easily responded. Did he think she was beautiful? When she was young, she’d been thought beautiful by boys. But now? After Hector?
A few other questions came her way, and Beth tried to keep the mood light and happy, following Landon’s cue and wry jokes. Then Landon nodded at a young man she’d heard was a famous celebrity/social-scene blogger.
“Any hints on where you’ll be honeymooning?” the man asked.
“Somewhere quiet,” Landon replied with a cool smile, and another round of flashes exploded.
“Mrs. Gage, how do you feel about the wedding?”
This time the microphone was held out to Landon’s mother, who stood a few feet behind them, and Beth’s spirits sunk. Her future mother-in-law would hate her. What woman who witnessed their son being dragged to war wouldn’t?
They’d been introduced just hours ago and Beth had felt like the proverbial bug under the woman’s silver-handled loupe. But Mrs. Gage had class, and she said with a regal tilt of her head, “I’m thrilled to have another woman in the family. We haven’t had much time to talk, but I can already tell Beth and I have a lot in common.”
Like what? Landon? Beth wondered.
A reporter next turned to Garrett. “How about you, Garrett, any thoughts on your new sister-in-law?”
Garrett made a mischievous face that sparked up an attractive glint in his eye. “Regret that Lan saw her first.”
The reporters laughed, and Beth jumped in, suddenly inspired. “Actually, I spotted him first.”
Landon smiled at her, pulled her close to his side, and her stomach went crazy again. Within moments, Landon waved the press off, insisting they end the session. “Last shot, guys.”
“How about a kiss from the couple.”
He ignored the suggestion and let them take another round of pictures, still holding her, but only lightly.
“Kiss her, Mr. Gage,” another reporter encouraged.
He smiled sharply, and swiftly handed her a glass of champagne—and they drank to more flashes.
Though they both continued to smile, something sizzled between them.
Beth heard a chorus of requests begin and hated how silly, how predictable, how absurd it was to be asked to kiss someone you really had no reason to be kissing.