Barbara Dunlop - The Ceo’s Accidental Bride

2011

Dear Reader,

I have a passion for historic buildings-big or small, opulent or plain. From the passageways of the Tower of London to the faded boards of a broken-down shed on a lonely prairie highway, I love to imagine who built a house, who walked its halls, who lived, who loved and who might have died there all those years ago.

Billionaire Zach Harper is descended from pirates. His family castle, built on an island off the coast of New York, is a living museum and the centerpiece of his heritage. But when he accidentally marries architect Kaitlin Saville at a wild Vegas office party, everything is at risk.

I hope you enjoy Zach and Kaitlins story. I modeled the Harper family castle after the real-life Craigdarroch Castle in Victoria, British Columbia. If youre interested, theres a link to the castle on my website.

Happy reading!

Barbara

www.barbaradunlop.com

Zach Harper was the last person Kaitlin Saville expected to see standing in the hallway outside her apartment door. The tall, dark-haired, steel-eyed man was the reason she was packing her belongings, the reason she was giving up her rent-controlled apartment, the person who was forcing her to leave New York City.

Facing him, she folded her arms across her dusty blue Mets T-shirt, hoping her red eyes had faded from her earlier crying jag and that no tear streaks remained on her cheeks.

We have a problem, Zach stated, his voice crisp, and his expression detached. His left hand was clasped around a black leather briefcase.

He wore a Grant Hicks suit and a pressed, white shirt. His red tie was made of fine silk, and his cuff links were solid gold. As usual, his hair was freshly cut, face freshly shaved, and his shoes were polished to within an inch of their lives.

We dont have anything, she told him, curling her toes into the cushy socks that covered her feet below the frayed hem of her faded jeans.

She was casual, not frumpy, she told herself. A woman had a right to be casual in her own home. Where Zach Harper had no right to be in her home at all. She started to close the door on him. But his hand shot out to brace it.

His hand was broad and tanned, with a strong wrist and tapered fingers. No rings, but a platinum Cartier watch with a diamond face. Im not joking, Kaitlin.

And Im not laughing. She couldnt give one whit about any problem the high-and-mighty Zach Harper might encounter during his charmed life. The man not only got her fired, but he also had her blackballed from every architectural firm in New York City.

He glanced past her shoulder. Can I come in?

She pretended to think about it for a moment. No.

He might be master of his domain at Harper Transportation and at every major business function in Manhattan, but he did not have the right to see her messy place, especially the collection of lacy lingerie sitting under the window.

He clenched his jaw.

She set her own, standing her ground.

Its personal, he persisted, hand shifting on the briefcase handle.

Were not friends, she pointed out.

They were, in fact, enemies. Because that was what happened when one person ruined another persons life. It didnt matter that the first person was attractive, successful, intelligent and one heck of a good dancer. Hed lost all rights towell, anything.

Zach squared his shoulders, then glanced both ways down the narrow corridor of the fifty-year-old building. The light was dim, the patterned carpets worn. Ten doors opened into this particular section of the fifth floor. Kaitlins apartment was at the end, next to a steel exit door and a fire alarm protected by a glass cover.

Fine, he told her. Well do it out here.

Oh, no, they wouldnt. They wouldnt do anything anywhere, ever again. She started to step back into the safety of her apartment.

You remember that night in Vegas? he asked.

His question stopped her cold.

She would never forget the Harper corporate party at the Bellagio three months ago. Along with the singers, dancers, jugglers and acrobats who had entertained the five-hundred-strong crowd of Harper Transportations high-end clients, there was a flamboyant Elvis impersonator whod coaxed her and Zach from the dance floor to participate in a mock wedding.

At the time, it had seemed funny, in keeping with the lighthearted mood of the party. Of course, her sense of humor had been aided that night by several cranberry martinis. In hindsight, the event simply felt humiliating.

The paper we signed? Zach continued in the face of her silence.

I dont know what youre talking about, she lied to him.

In fact, shed come across their mock wedding license just this morning. It was tucked into the lone, slim photo album that lived in her bottom dresser drawer beneath several pairs of blue jeans.

It was stupid to have kept the souvenir. But the glow from her evening on Zachs arm had taken a few days to fade away. And at the time shed put the marriage license away, those happy minutes on the dance floor had seemed somehow magical.

It was a ridiculous fantasy.

The man had destroyed her life the very next week.

Now, he drew a bracing breath. Its valid.

She frowned at him. Valid for what?

Marriage.

Kaitlin didnt respond. Was Zach actually suggesting theyd signed a real marriage license?

Is this a joke? she asked.

Am I laughing?

He wasnt. But then he rarely laughed. He rarely joked, either. That night, shed later learned, was quite the anomaly for him.

A cold feeling invaded her stomach.

Were married, Kaitlin, he told her, steel eyes unflinching.

They were not married. It had been a lark. Theyd been playacting up there on the stage.

Elvis was licensed by the state of Nevada, said Zach.

We were drunk, Kaitlin countered, refusing to believe such a preposterous claim.

He filed a certificate.

How do you know that? Her brain was revving into overdrive, calculating the possibilities and the potential consequences.

Because my lawyers tell me so. He gave a meaningful glance past her shoulder, into the apartment. Can I please come in?

She thought about her mystery novels covering the couch, the entertainment magazines that were sitting out on the coffee table, the credit card and bank statements in piles beside them, revealing her shopping habits for the past month. She remembered the telltale, half-eaten package of Sugar Bobs doughnuts sitting out on the counter. And, of course, there was the box of sexy underwear on full display in the afternoon sunshine.

But, if he was telling the truth, it wasnt something she could ignore.

She gritted her teeth and ordered herself to forget about his opinion. Who cared if he found out she had a weakness for Sugar Bobs? In a matter of days, hed be out of her life. Shed leave everything shed ever known, start all over in another city, maybe Chicago or Los Angeles.

Her throat involuntarily tightened at the thought, and her tears threatened to freshen.

Kaitlin hated being uprooted. Shed started over so many times already, leaving security and normalcy behind as she moved from one childhood foster home to another. Shed been in this small apartment since she started college. And it was the only place that had ever felt remotely like home.

Kaitlin? he prompted.

She swallowed to clear the thick emotions from her throat. Sure, she told him with grim determination, stepping aside. Come on in.

As she shut the door, Zach took in the disarray of packing boxes littering the apartment. There wasnt anywhere for him to sit down, and she didnt offer to clear a chair. He wouldnt be staying very long.