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The Wedding Surprise
Trish Wylie
Desperate to save her father's business, Caitlin Rourke enters a reality-TV contest with one thing on her mind: the prize money! To win she has to convince her family and friends that she's marrying a stranger.
As she gets to know her gorgeous fake fianc, Aiden Flynn, she gets increasingly torn between helping her family and keeping her feelings for Aiden a secret. As their wedding day looms and the cameras roll, there's another surprise in store for Caitlinher on-screen fianc could become her off-screen husband!
“All this is very real sometimes.”
“Yes.” His thumb moved to the edge of her mouth. “Very real.”
“But getting involved with each other probably wouldn’t be a good idea, would it?”
“Probably not.”
She moved her body a little closer. “Because when this is over we’ll probably never see each other again.”
“That’s more than likely.”
She didn’t answer him. Just stayed still beside him as his fingers caressed her skin and his thumb teased the edge of her mouth.
So without another word he forgot the sensible way to go and moved in to kiss her again. Her hand moved up to touch his jaw, then around to the nape of his neck to hold him closer. And for a while there was no TV show, no lies and pretence. There were just two people who wanted to be close.
The Wedding Surprise
Trish Wylie
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Trish Wylie tried various careers before eventually fulfilling the dream of writing. Years spent working in the music industry and in promotions, and teaching little kids about ponies gave her plenty of opportunity to study life and the people around her, which, in Trish’s opinion, is a pretty good study course for writing! Living in Ireland, Trish balances her time between writing and horses. If you get to spend your days doing things you love, then she thinks that’s not doing too badly. You can contact Trish at www.trishwylie.com (http://www.trishwylie.com).
CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE (#uc40ad5ef-ca07-538a-8a24-f0d907da6100)
CHAPTER TWO (#u0ef094d6-d9b3-5937-aeee-4ea546d54095)
CHAPTER THREE (#u2c6bb750-bab6-5e32-8602-05109d162b8e)
CHAPTER FOUR (#u5975d4bf-fc30-5861-8c12-0ef5a937d648)
CHAPTER FIVE (#ufb0c366f-9c9e-5e55-9b20-2e147569911d)
CHAPTER SIX (#ufbeec900-f3ee-50a6-9420-3b22838f866e)
CHAPTER SEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER EIGHT (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER NINE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER ELEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWELVE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER THIRTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER FOURTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER FIFTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER SIXTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER NINETEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWENTY (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER ONE
‘HOW bad is it, Dad, really? I need to know.’
‘There’s no point in both of us worrying about it.’
‘What happened to “A problem shared”?’
‘It still lives in the same region as “What you don’t know won’t hurt you”.’
Caitlin Rourke blinked at her father’s familiar face. He had gone grey in both complexion and hair colour over the last year, and it was worrying her.
She watched with suspicion as he smiled a smile that didn’t quite make it all the way to his dark eyes. And she sighed in frustration.
‘I know there’s something seriously wrong.’ She pulled up a chair in front of his ancient oak desk and sat down, leaning her elbows on the desk’s edge and leaning forward to stare him in the eye. ‘Maybe I can help.’
Echoing her sigh, Brendan Rourke leaned back in his leather chair and shook his head. ‘Not this time.’
‘You don’t know that.’ Her voice softened.
‘Yes, baby, I do.’
‘Well, maybe I’d like to know what’s wrong before I decide for myself. You’re the one who always told us to know all the facts and look at things from every angle before we made a decision.’
Brendan smiled softly as his words were used against him. ‘It makes me feel old when my children use my own philosophies to win an argument.’
‘You raised us all to question, to learn from all the things we do.’ She grinned. ‘You did a good job. You’re one hell of a dad.’
His smile faded and he turned his eyes from hers, looking around his office walls. ‘At least I can say I’ve done one thing right, then.’
Silence invaded the room as Caitlin searched his face again. She’d been noticing changes in him in the last few months when she’d visited. The normally confident manner in which he held himself had started to change first. There had been a slump to his broad shoulders. Then gradually he’d become more silent, introverted and brooding. And that just wasn’t the man she knew and loved.
There was something wrong, and it was big. ‘Tell me, Dad, or I’ll live in this office ’til you do.’ Her heart skipped a little as she asked the question that had been torturing her for weeks. ‘Are you sick?’
His eyes shot to meet hers with a look of surprise. ‘No, I’m not sick. Why would you think that?’
The fact that he’d lost so much weight. Something a man of his size just didn’t carry well. The whole grey complexion thing…
‘Is it Mum?’
Brendan frowned as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the opposite side of the desk. ‘Sweetheart, nobody is sick.’
She let a breath out. It had been her biggest worry. As people got older they were only too aware of the fact that they wouldn’t have their parents for ever.
But if it wasn’t that then there was only one thing it could be. ‘It’s the business, isn’t it?’
He leaned back in his chair again. Studied her face for long seconds while she raised her eyebrows in question. Then eventually he nodded. ‘Yes.’
‘Well, then, we’ll find a way to fix it together, all of us. It’s what we do, remember?’
His eyes filled with sadness. ‘This can’t be fixed that easily. I’ve allowed this to happen through my own stupidity and there’s nothing more I can do now.’
Caitlin’s face transformed into a look of dogged determination her father knew only too well.
‘If it’s a money thing we’ll find the money.’
‘I already found the money. Three times now.’ He sighed with resignation. ‘And now it’s not just the business we’ll lose.’
‘What else?’
‘The house.’
Caitlin’s breath caught. Not home. Not the one place in the world that could be relied upon for security and unquestioning love. It was a haven for all of them. A place filled with a million memories. They couldn’t lose that after all this time. They just couldn’t.
‘What’s gone wrong?’
‘Cashflow. That’s all. Downfall of many a business before this one, and I’m sure we won’t be the last. People don’t pay us, so I can’t pay the people we need to pay. I borrowed until I had to remortgage, and now I can’t borrow any more.’
His words circled around her head and took long moments to be absorbed into her brain. When eventually she’d grasped the severity of it all she blinked slowly as she asked the obvious. ‘How much would it take to get us out of the hole?’
Brendan smiled a small, sad smile. ‘More than you could get.’
‘How much, Dad?’
Leaning back in his chair made the leather creak beneath him. The sound filled the silent room as he considered not telling her. But the determination in her eyes was unwavering. ‘Seventy thousand.’
Caitlin’s eyes widened. It was way more than she had in her own savings. Probably more than her brothers and sister could manage from their own savings. Hell, probably more than they all had combined.
She studied her father’s face again. And she could see it. The defeat. The disappointment. The sense of failure. It broke her heart to see him that way. The strong bear of a man who had possessed enough love to solve a million smaller problems for his growing children. But not enough means to hold together the business he’d spent most of his life building.
Immediately her mind jumped to Aisling, the friend of a friend she’d spent most of yesterday evening on the phone with. Aisling had had a proposal to put to her. One that Caitlin had laughed about for hours.
Suddenly it didn’t seem so ridiculous.
Now it was an escape route.
Nodding at the decision she’d silently made, she pushed the chair back from the desk and walked around to wrap her arms around her father’s neck. ‘We’re going to get through this, Dad. You wait and see. You’re the one who taught us that we’re stronger together than apart.’
The breath he took was shaky. ‘There’s no way out of this one, sweetheart.’
‘Yes, there is. There’s always a way. Everything happens for a reason.’ She leaned back from him, her face barely inches from his, and smiled, ‘No more secrets, Dad. That’s what family is for. Someone wise told me that once.’
He nodded with a small smile at her words. ‘All right. No more secrets.’
She kissed his forehead, her eyes closing. No more secrets. Apart from the massive one she was going to have to carry to get them out of this.
‘God, I’m thrilled you’re doing this.’ Aisling hugged her tightly after she’d walked into the airy office. ‘You’re going to be just amazing.’
Pulling back from the embrace, Caitlin looked at her with narrow eyes. ‘I don’t know about the amazing part, but I’m glad one of us is thrilled.’
‘It’s an exciting project for all of us.’ Aisling moved back and sat down on the large sofa that took up half of one wall in her office. ‘It’s taken eighteen months to set it running, and I for one can’t wait to get started.’
‘Mmm.’ Caitlin moved across to join her. Taking a breath, she turned on the sofa, tucking one of her legs beneath the other. ‘Can we just go through it again?’
‘You’re not nervous?’
‘Me?’ She laughed. ‘Nah. Hell, I always lie to my family and friends for money from a TV show.’
‘You are nervous.’ Aisling smiled a smile that said Trust me. ‘That’s understandable. It’s nothing out of the ordinary. I’d be nervous too.’
‘You’re not the one who’ll be living a lie.’
‘Why do you think I was so keen on it being you?’
Caitlin raised an eyebrow at the question. ‘Because as someone you already know I’m less likely to sue you if it all goes pear-shaped?’
Aisling laughed at her reasoning. ‘Well, that’s one I hadn’t thought of, but I guess I can tick that box now too.’
‘I tick off boxes?’
‘Tons of the things.’ She started counting them out on her long fingers. ‘You’re single and unattached; you’ll be sensational on camera; you have this amazingly close family and you have good reason to want the pay-off at the end.’
Dark eyes widened ever so slightly at the last ‘tick’. ‘What good reason, exactly?’
Aisling looked surprised she’d even asked. ‘What a strange question.’ She frowned. ‘You do still want that restaurant of yours, don’t you?’
