Project Seduction (32 page)
"I'm accepting it now,” Georgina told him. “You haven't withdrawn your offer."
"An offer can be terminated by rejection or lapsing, as well as withdrawal. Two out of three is more than adequate,” Rick said.
"Don't you try to play lawyer with me."
"Don't have to.” Rick gave her an inscrutable look. “I happen to have a degree in criminology."
He wasn't going to make it easy for her. Georgina racked her brain, trying to come up with a plan. “You.” She pointed her finger at the sandy-haired man. “You are Mr. Stern?"
The man nodded. He glanced at Rick from the corner of his eye, before hastily returning his gaze to Georgina.
"You own this shop, right?"
"Yes. I am the proprietor."
"In that case, it is in your interest to help me,” Georgina told him. “I can restore your sale of a very expensive diamond ring."
"But Mr. Matisse is my friend,” Mr. Stern said. Amusement brimmed in his short-sighted eyes. “It is in my interest to remain friends with him."
"The two goals don't have to be mutually exclusive,” Georgina insisted. “Where's my ring?"
"Your ring has been returned to the display,” Mr. Stern said. He didn't quite manage to keep the smile off his face. “Jeremy will find it for you."
Georgina tore back into the shop, with Andy in tow. “Where's my ring,” she shouted at the suit behind the counter.
The man placed a raised index finger over his lips and made a hissing sound. He motioned his head toward the petite blonde, who held a white-hot square stone up to the light.
"That's mine?” Georgina whispered.
Jeremy gave a small angry shake of his head. “Not any more,” he said. “Now it's for sale again.” Then he ignored her, instead addressing the blonde to praise the excellent quality of the stone.
"Help me,” Georgina murmured, clutching Andy's arm.
"What should I do?” Andy murmured back.
"Use your head.” Georgina cleared her throat. “I hope that lady isn't superstitious,” she said in a loud voice.
When Andy said nothing, Georgina pinched the girl's shoulder.
Andy glanced up, looking confused. Georgina spun her finger in the air.
"What do you mean superstitious?” Andy said hesitantly.
Georgina gave an approving nod. “You know, the old superstition about an engagement ring that was first bought for another woman."
"Right,” Andy said, gaining confidence. “
That
superstition. What is it?"
"You know,” Georgina said. “If you get an engagement ring that was first bought for another woman, your marriage is doomed.” She had intended to say that the groom would die in a horrible accident before the wedding, but the blonde was already looking concerned, so she watered it down. “There'll be a divorce before the first anniversary."
The blonde kept examining the ring against the light. Then she glanced over at Georgina, and lowered the ring on the velvet tray. “Perhaps the teardrop after all,” she said to Jeremy. “May I see that again?"
Georgina swooped in and snagged the ring with the square setting from the velvet tray. “Good choice. I'm sure you'll be very happy. Thank you.” She ran back to the office, just when the camelhair overcoat came back inside, carrying a cloud of cigarette smoke with him.
"Here.” Georgina held the ring up to Rick. “Put it on my finger."
Rick lounged in the armchair, surveying her through half-closed lids. He made no effort to rise to his feet.
"Dad.” Andy was leaping up and down behind Georgina. “Do it, Dad, do it. Quick, before she changes her mind."
Georgina turned around. She grinned at Andy. “I'm not going to change my mind. You're stuck with me now."
"Do it, Dad,” Andy groaned. “Hurry up."
"Be quiet, pumpkin."
"Dad!"
"I said, be quiet,” Rick thundered.
Georgina could feel Andy shrinking back behind her. She reached out and found a set of trembling fingers. She wrapped her hand around them.
"I guess you're into women's equality and all that crap,” Rick said to her.
"Where's this leading to?” Georgina demanded to know.
"If you want that ring on your finger, it's your turn to do the asking.” A quick smile passed over Rick's face, but he banished it instantly. “Unless of course you want to buy it yourself. I can't stop you. You can take it back to England as a souvenir."
Georgina bit her lip. She huffed and puffed a little, but she accepted that she'd been beaten.
"All right.” She inhaled a deep breath, getting ready.
Rick interrupted her. “Before you say anything, I'd like to remind you that the customary position is kneeling down."
"Let me get this right,” Georgina blustered. “You want me to get down on my knees and ask you to marry me."
"Sounds good to me,” Rick said. He looked past Georgina and winked at Andy. “What do you say, pumpkin?"
"Dad, please,” Andy fretted. “Don't make her mad. She'll go back to England."
Ignoring them, Georgina dropped down on her knees. Going down on one knee seemed a masculine stance, so she knelt as though in prayer. She held up the ring. “Ricardo Matisse, will you marry me?"
Rick regarded her, unsmiling. “My middle name is Alexandro,” he told her. “You'd better do it again."
Georgina scrambled up. “That's as good as it gets,” she snapped at him. “Take it or leave it."
"Dad,” Andy wailed. “Don't blow it."
Rick reached out, circling his hand over Georgina's wrist. He held her steady while he plucked the ring out of her palm. Then he shifted his grip to her left hand, and slipped the ring over the tip of her third finger.
"Are you sure?” he said, holding her hand still.
"I'm sure,” Georgina said. “Completely and utterly sure."
"Why?” Rick said, his voice falling to a soft murmur as he asked her the simple question.
Georgina let her gaze drift from their joined hands up to his face. A tense frown lined his brow, and hesitation gave him a tired look. Georgina burst into a bright smile. She felt the joy in the curving of her lips, and in the crinkling of her yes. Happiness rose inside her until it nearly choked her chest. “Because I love you,” she told him.
Rick's eyes widened in surprise, and Georgina rushed to take advantage of his distracted state. “I'm going to count to three,” she said. “If that ring isn't on my finger on the count of three, you can drive me to the airport."
Rick's fingers over hers became like a band of steel.
"One,” Georgina said.
"Dad, please,” Andy screamed.
"Two,” Georgina counted.
Rick stood still, holding her hand.
"Three."
She had barely finished speaking, when Rick pushed the ring all the way down her finger, where it fitted snugly. He pulled her close. “When will you learn not to be so bossy?” Rick whispered into her ear.
"Is it done now?” Andy asked, shoving between them. “Can I see?” She grabbed Georgina's hand. “Wow. It's cool."
"You can choose another one if you don't like it,” Rick said to Georgina, still holding her close.
"Are you crazy? I just fought another woman for it.” Georgina admired her hand. “It's perfect.” She dropped her hand and smiled up at him. “Can we go home now, so that I can unpack?"
"Dad, you didn't say it back to her.” Andy tugged at Rick's sleeve. “You've got to tell her that you love her."
Georgina felt Rick's arms tense around her, and suddenly she felt frightened. The world stopped turning around her, and she knew that the next few seconds would be the most important of her life. Not daring to analyze the stunned expression on Rick's face, she lowered her eyes to the sparking diamond on her finger. It Rick didn't say the words, the ring would have to come off again, and the rest of her life would become the same dreary existence it had always been.
She felt Rick's warm breath brushing her cheek as he brought his lips close to her ear. “You are the most infuriating woman that I've ever met. You are bossy and stubborn and obsessed and argumentative.” He paused for an endless second. “But you are also the most exciting and interesting and challenging and kind and vulnerable woman I've ever met, and I'd be crazy not to have fallen in love you."
Georgina raised her head slowly, allowing her gaze to inch up to his face. His solemn expression made her think of a condemned man. “You didn't say it,” she murmured up to him.
"Dad, say it properly, the way we practiced,” Andy fretted beside them. “You've got to say it properly."
Georgina watched Rick's nearly black eyes staring into hers, and saw the struggle deep inside them. Rick's lips moved. “I-Love-You.” He said it stiffly and awkwardly, but loud and firm. His body shifted as he moved to pull Andy to join Georgina in the circle of his arms.
"I love you too,” Andy said, burying her face against Georgina's sweater.
Behind them, the sandy-haired man they'd been ignoring cleared his throat. “Congratulations.” He nodded at Rick. “I'm afraid you've got to give your credit card to Jeremy again. He already put the refund through."
They thanked him and trooped back into the shop, where Jeremy brightened up when he got to restore the purchase he'd already thought he had lost his commission on.
While they waited, Georgina stole a look at the display cases, trying to think of what to get Rick for Christmas. She'd never really liked those multi-dialed watches.
The blonde and the camelhair overcoat were gone. Georgina didn't dare to ask Jeremy if they'd bought the tear-drop.
"Mom, can I have pierced ears?"
It took Georgina a while to realize it was Andy, and that the question was addressed to her.
"I've told you before, not until you are eighteen,” Rick said from the counter where he was signing a purchase slip.
"Shut up, Dad,” Andy told him. “Moms decide about stuff like earrings.” She turned to Georgina again. “Mom, can I have pierced ears?"
Georgina looked at her. Then she looked at Jeremy, who didn't respond at all. She looked at Mr. Stern, who stood in the office doorway. She looked at the young man in a leather jacket trying on a Tag Heuer watch, and at the two women who'd just arrived and were toying with a selection of long strands of pearls.
I can do this
, Georgina thought.
I am a Senior Vice President in charge of Compliance.
"Fifteen,” she said firmly. “You can have pierced ears when you're fifteen."
"All right,” Andy said. “Fifteen's cool."
"What have I done,” Rick groaned. “There are two of you now.” He pocketed his wallet and came up to them.
It was like entering a brand new world when Georgina walked out of the shop. A man's arm circled her shoulders, keeping her warm and safe. A child gripped her hand, demanding care and attention. And her heart beat strong and steady, brimming with love that she knew would last a lifetime.
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