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Dallas Schulze-The-Substitute-Wife.pdf

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When Luke Quintain's fiancee dumped him, Catherine Lang understood immediately that she was the perfect solution to his problem. Leggy, flame haired and wise beyond her years, she decided that he should marry her instead.

But even though Luke needed a wife by his thirty-sixth birthday or he would lose his inheritance, he had to say "No!" Well, that was what he tried to say, but somehow Cat left with a ring on her finger and a wedding date on her calendar. And Luke could only curse his grandfather's positively medieval blackmailing scheme . . . and count the seconds till the wedding night.

Cat, of course, knows her own mind -- and her own heart -- and she wants Luke. Meanwhile, Luke is wondering how long this will play out, and hoping that it might be a little longer with each passing day. The problem is, he's quite capable of doing something very stupid -- like falling for Cat. Because sometimes love just doesn't take no for an answer.

When Luke Quintain's fiancee dumped him, Catherine Lang understood immediately that she was the perfect solution to his problem. Leggy, flame haired and wise beyond her years, she decided that he should marry her instead.

But even though Luke needed a wife by his thirty-sixth birthday or he would lose his inheritance, he had to say "No!" Well, that was what he tried to say, but somehow Cat left with a ring on her finger and a wedding date on her calendar. And Luke could only curse his grandfather's positively medieval blackmailing scheme . . . and count the seconds till the wedding night.

Cat, of course, knows her own mind -- and her own heart -- and she wants Luke. Meanwhile, Luke is wondering how long this will play out, and hoping that it might be a little longer with each passing day. The problem is, he's quite capable of doing something very stupid -- like falling for Cat. Because sometimes love just doesn't take no for an answer.

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THE SUBSTITUTE WIFEbyDALLAS SCHULZE
Chapter One
"Let me get this straight. You're eloping to Las vegas with an old lover and you'reasking me to break the news to your fiance that you're dumping him?" Cat stared ather stepsister in disbelief."Really, Cat, you don't have to make it sound so ... sordid."Devon Kowalski pausedin her packing, her neatly plucked brows drawn together in a distressed frown, herlower lip hovering on the edge of a pout. with her big blue eyes and delicatefeatures, she made a heart-tugging picture of hurt innocence. Cat, who knew for afact that Devon had practiced that particular expression in front of a mirror, wasunmoved. She arched her brows and waited, and after a moment, Devon'sexpression shifted to a more genuine, if less attractive, pout."You're the one who likes to read those trashy romance novels," she snapped. "I'dthink you'd understand me wanting to marry for love.""I understand wanting to marry for love," Cat said. "What I don't understand is howyou can break off your engagement this way. You owe it to Luke to talk to him, tellhim what's going on. You can't just put news like that in a note and ask me to handit to the man.""Well, I can't mail it. I mean, what if it doesn't get there or something? And it wouldbe tacky to just leave a message on his answering machine," she said with a self-righteous air, as if inviting Cat to congratulate her on her sensitivity. What Cat reallywanted to do was thump her on the head to see if there was anyone home in there.Devon folded a blue silk nightie and tucked it along the side of the suitcase she waspacking, then reached for a handful of panties and bras, all pastels and lace, andbegan tucking them into nooks and crannies.
 
Watching her, Cat racked her brain for what she could say to make Devon changeher mind. Oh, not about breaking the engagement. Frankly, Luke Quintain shoulddrop to his knees and thank whatever gods he liked that Devon's high schoolsweetheart had returned from the wilds of Minnesota or Michigan or wherever he'dbeen just in time to sweep Devon off her dainty size-four feet and out of Luke's life.Not that Devon was the Wicked Witch of the West, but she was spoiled and selfishand unlikely to make anyone a particularly good wife. Luke was definitely better off without her. Actually, the high school sweetheart would probably be better ofwithout her, too, but that was his problem. No, it wasn't the engagement shewanted Devon to change her mind about, it was the method of breaking if.Devon might think that leaving a message on the man's answering machine wastacky, but this wasn't much better. And Cat wasn't all that crazy about being thebearer of bad tidings. It wasn't that she expected Luke to lop off her head, but shehated the idea that whenever he thought of her it would be as the person who'dgiven him the news that his fiancee had run off with another man. Not that he waslikely to think of her at all, she admitted wistfully. Once the engagement wasbroken, he would probably put Devon Kowalski and everyone associated with herright out of his mind. And even if he did think of her, it was clear that his taste ran tofragile little blondes with big blue eyes, not tall, leggy redheads with generouscurves. Fragile was not a word that ever applied to a woman who stood five feetnine inches in her stocking feet, Cat admitted with a faint sigh"Don't you think you owe it to Luke to talk to him, explain about Rick coming backfrom Michigan and how you realized you were still in love with him?""Luke will be upset. He might say mean things," Devon said, as if that explainedeverything, and Cat supposed it did. One of Devon's biggest talents was avoidingunpleasantness of any kind. As far as she was concerned, the thought that Lukemight say something "mean" was reason enough to avoid the encounter. It wouldnever occur to her that when a man found himself, dumped four weeks before thewedding, he might be entitled to say one or two mean things.Cat leaned one shoulder against the doorjamb and watched in silence as Devonzipped the suitcase closed and set it on the floor before going to her dressing table,where she began sorting through the rows of bottles, her expression serious as sheconsidered the important question of what makeup to pack for an elopement.Devon's room always made Cat feel a little like Gulliver entering the land of the
 
Lilliputians, or maybe Dorothy stepping out of the tornado-tumbled farmhouse intoOz. The rest of the rambling old house was filled with mismatched furniture, wornrugs and faded draperies. A handful of nice, if slightly scruffy, antiques sat cheek by jowl with garage sale rejects. It was comfortable, livable, undistinguished. Incontrast, Devon's room was all pale, polished wood and thick peach carpeting. Floraldrapes in peach and soft, warm greefl hung at the windows. The overall effect wasfeminine without being frilly, and it suited Devon perfectly, which was the wholepoint, of course. Devon's bedroom was designed to complement her the way ablack-velvet-lined jewelry box was meant to enhance a strand of pearls. And itsucceeded admirably. The peaches-and-cream prettiness of it always made Cat feel too ... everything. Shewas too tall, her coloring too vivid, her legs too long, her hair too red, too curly. Itwasn't so much Devon's bedroom that made her feel that way, Cat thought, as itwas Devon herself. when she'd first met Devon, she'd been a gawky thirteen-year-old, all legs and arms and hair. Devon had been twenty, a tiny, blue-eyed blonde,delicate asa china figurine. A brief spell of hero worship had died a natural deathunder the influence of Devon's benign indifference and unremitting shallowness.Even at thirteen, Cat had known there was more to the world than makeup andboys."I really think you should tell Luke yourself that you're breaking off theengagement," she said, giving it one last try. "If you're going to break his heart, youat least ought to do it face-to-face."Devon shook her head as she selected half a dozen bottles and set them aside. "No,Luke has a nasty temper. I'm not going to let him spoil this for me. Besides, I'm notbreaking his heart. He'll be mad, but it's not like he's in love with me or anythjng."She caught Cat's surprised look in the mirror and huffed a little sigh as she turned toface her. "Look, I didn't tell anyone this before, because it wasn't anyone's business,really, and I knew people would think it was ... well, maybe a little weird, but there'snothing wrong with it. No one was being hurt or anything." Devon must have seenCat's total lack of understanding, because she stopped, drew in a deep breath andgot to the point. "Luke and I had a ... um ... a sort of business arrangement.""Business arrangement? I thought you were getting married.""We were. That was the business part of it." when Cat stared at her blankly, shelaughed, more annoyance than humor in the sound. "You shouldn't find it hard to

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