You're Marrying Her?

by Angie Ray

Overview

HOW WAS SHE GOING TO STOP THE WEDDING?
There was no way Samantha Gillespie was going to let her best friend, Brad Rivers, marry a conniving woman only interested in his money! Brad may have been taken in by the beautiful blonde's act, but Sam knew differently.
The problem was, the gold digger had made it impossible for Sam to tell Brad the truth without risking the bond between them. And even though the steamy looks Brad kept giving Sam made her question his engagement, she couldn't take the chance he'd choose the other woman over their…friendship? Still, was the commitment-shy Sam ready to acknowledge the desire she was feeling for her longtime "buddy" and even—gulp!—propose he marry her instead?

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781460353967
Publisher:	Silhouette Romance Classic
Publication date:	02/11/2025
Sold by:	Barnes & Noble
Format:	eBook
Pages:	192
File size:	1 MB

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You're Marrying Her?

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By Angie Ray

Harlequin Enterprises Ltd.

Copyright © 2003 Harlequin Enterprises Ltd. All right reserved. ISBN: 0-373-19675-X

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Chapter One

His lungs were on fire. Sweat dripped down his forehead, soaking the sweatband and trickling
down into his eyes, clouding his vision. The cheers from the crowd on either side increased, the
noise half obscured by the pounding of blood in his ears, but he knew why they were yelling.
The finish line was only a few yards ahead.

Every part of him ached. He couldn't possibly go any faster - but he had to. Agonizing step
after agonizing step, he drew closer to the figure ahead of him. He drew level. One more stride
and he crossed the finish line - a nose ahead of the other man.

The crowd roared. Flags waved. Confetti floated through the air. "First place goes to ... Brad
Rivers!" boomed a voice over the loudspeaker.

The two men stopped jogging but kept walking to keep their muscles from cramping. They both
breathed heavily. After a few minutes, the shorter one managed to gasp, "Damn ... you ... Brad,
you beat me again!"

Brad laughed, even though his lungs burned with each exhalation. "I wasn't about to give up that
trophy - I like the way it looks on my desk."

"You like taunting me with it, you mean." George Yorita, Brad's business partner and best
friend, scowled, his thick black brows drawing together in a mock frown.

"C'mon, George. I nevertaunt."

"Then why do you start polishing the damn thing every time I come into your office?"

"Trophies need a lot of upkeep -"

George snorted. "Yeah, right." Before he could complain any more, a tiny Japanese-American
woman with a toddler in tow came up. "I saw you running, Daddy," the three-year-old said.
"How come you let Uncle Brad beat you?"

George smiled ruefully, hugging his wife and ruffling his son's hair at the same time. "Brad is very
determined. When he wants something, he gets it."

"You're spoiled, Brad." Laura Yorita shook her head. "You can't always have everything you
want."

"So far he has," George grumbled. "You should see the car he just bought. A '65 Mustang in
mint condition. When he told me it was on eBay, I tried to bid on it but got locked out. A million
people must have been trying for that car, but Brad somehow managed to get it. The prettiest
little convertible I ever saw. Original seats, hubcaps, detailing -"

"Maybe you should stay here and salivate over Brad's car," Laura said sweetly, "while I take
Collin home for his nap."

George grinned at his wife. "No, I'll come with you. See you at the office Monday, Brad - but
you better not drive that car. And you better not polish that trophy within my sight...."

Brad watched the three of them leave. Holding his son's hand, George bent to whisper in
Laura's ear. She laughed and nodded. He put his arm around her waist and they continued on,
George shortening his steps to match those of his wife and child.

A slight frown etched Brad's brow and he turned away, staring at the other runners crossing the
finish line but not really seeing them. He hadn't always gotten what he wanted. There was one
thing that continued to elude him....

"Water, mister?"

Brad took the proffered bottle, nodding his thanks to the race volunteer. Drinking the cold
liquid, he turned his gaze back to the race.

Another runner had just crossed the finish line - a woman. She had a great figure, large
breasts, small waist, curving hips, long legs. She looked familiar. He'd seen her somewhere
before.

Yeah, now he remembered. At a party he'd attended a few weeks ago. The woman had been
there. He hadn't paid too much attention to her then - beyond the obvious, that is.

"An actress," someone had told him.

He studied her more closely now. In addition to her other attributes, she had a beautiful face
and carried herself with grace and self-assurance. She wore no engagement or wedding ring.

An idea sprang into his mind.

An insane idea. A completely ridiculous idea.

But then again, it had been an insane idea to start an electronics company just when all the tech
stocks were taking a dive. And it had been ridiculous to expand into e-business, just when all
the dot-com's were going belly-up.

In short, he would try. And he would succeed.

Because the truth of the matter was, in the end, he always did get everything he wanted.

(Continues...)

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