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  THE BACHELOR TAKES A WIFE

  by Jackie Merritt

  Meet Keith Owens—the most eligible millionaire in Royal, Texas. He’s a businessman who always gets what he wants, and what he wants now is Andrea O’Rourke, his high school sweetheart. Keith will do just about anything to reignite the passion he and Andrea once shared—but will he stick around when he discovers Andrea’s little secret?

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  Five wealthy Texas bachelors—all members of the state’s most exclusive club—set out to uncover the traitor in their midst…and find true love.

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  is still writing, just not with the speed and constancy of years past. She and hubby are living in southern Nevada again, falling back on old habits of loving the long, warm or slightly cool winters and trying almost desperately to head north for the months of July and August, when the fiery sun bakes people and cacti alike.

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  “What’s Happening in Royal?”

  NEWS FLASH, June—As usual, Royal’s Texas Cattleman’s Club ball was a smashing success! Could there have been any doubt? Glamorous women, sexy gents, fabulous food…and all for a wonderful cause. This year’s charity is Royal’s very own New Hope battered women’s shelter. New Hope’s representative, Andrea O’Rourke, was on hand at the ball to receive the hefty donation, along with the exclusive attentions of millionaire Keith Owens….

  Ms. O’Rourke has refused to discuss her relationship to the debonair tycoon, but sources tell us that Andrea and Keith were a hot item back in their high school days…. Is there still something simmering between them? If so, the ladies of Royal are going to have to look elsewhere for an eligible man. This elusive executive may be going down for the count.

  Do the members of the Texas Cattleman’s Club know who murdered Eric Chambers? Rumor has it that the culprit may be a club member…. Is there a traitor among them? If so, the murderer had better watch out, because justice is closing in….

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  Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Prologue

  Keith Owens was well aware of Jason Windover’s air of contentment as he and his friends prepared cups of coffee for themselves at a serving cart, then sat in comfortable chairs around a table in one of the Cattleman’s Club’s private meeting rooms. Jason good-naturedly laughed off the teasing remarks about his and Merry’s honeymoon, from which they’d returned only the day before, because it was all in fun and he’d expected some tongue-in-cheek banter from his buddies. But he wasn’t above giving back at least part of what he was getting, and Keith, being the only bachelor remaining in the group, just naturally seemed to be his best target.

  “Just you wait, old pal,” Jason drawled. “Some sweet-lookin’ little gal is out there this very minute, just biding her time for the right moment to rope and hog-tie Royal’s most elusive executive.”

  “Elusive executive?” Keith repeated with a laugh, and looked around the table for confirmation or denial from Sebastian Wescott, William Bradford, Robert Cole and, of course, Jason, all of whom wore big smiles. “Is that what I am?”

  “Sounds like an apt description to me,” Sebastian said. “Good work, Jason.”

  “Thanks,” Jason said with a cocky grin at Keith.

  “All right, I get it,” Keith said. “I’m the last bachelor among you jokers, and you’re not going to let me forget it. Well, put this in your pipes and smoke it, old friends. I happen to enjoy bachelorhood.”

  “So did we when we were young and foolish,” Rob said with an overly dramatic sigh.

  Everyone laughed, because they’d all been bachelors only five months ago and they’d been neither young nor foolish. Only one thing had happened to change their status from single to married—falling in love, which was a mighty powerful force, as they had discovered. And not a man around that table—other than Keith—believ
ed that Royal’s “elusive executive” would remain a bachelor for long. After all, hadn’t he already tossed his hat in the ring by naming New Hope Charity for battered women as the beneficiary of the Cattleman’s Club’s annual charity benefit? That decision would bring Andrea O’Rourke, Keith’s old college flame, back into his life, since she was the volunteer at New Hope who dealt firsthand with public donations. It seemed to the men around the table that if Keith hadn’t wanted contact with Andrea, then he would have named an entirely different charity to receive this year’s check.

  No one said so, though, as some subjects weren’t up for open and verbal conjecture. They could tease Jason, because he’d just come back from his honeymoon, but they couldn’t make light of Keith’s sudden interest in renewing ties with Andrea.

  “Much as I’m enjoying this,” Keith interjected, “I think it’s time we got down to the reason we called this meeting. Dorian.” The other four friends sobered at once. They all shared the strong suspicion that Dorian Brady had murdered Eric Chambers, an accountant at Wescott Oil. But so far, they had no proof of his involvement.

  Keith continued. “We’ve been doing our best to keep an eye on Dorian during your absence, Jason, and none of us have spotted anything suspicious. In fact, it appears that, if anything, Dorian has been deliberately maintaining a low profile.”

  “That’s suspicious in itself,” Jason said. “Don’t you agree, Sebastian?”

  “Dorian was never low-key before,” Sebastian soberly agreed. He was understandably more deeply affected by recent events than the others, since Dorian was his half brother. “Except when it fitted his agenda. As you all know, his showing up out of the blue was one hell of a shock. We look so much alike, I never for a minute doubted his story about Dad being his father, and I still don’t. Putting him to work at Wescott Oil was a bad error in judgment, however. My only excuse was that I really wanted to help him.”

  “None of what happened is your fault, Sebastian,” Keith said quietly. “How do honest people deal with a snake like Dorian? He’s deliberately gone out of his way to undermine your authority and good reputation with the company and the community in general. Don’t blame yourself for anything Dorian’s done.”

  “Considering his background with Merry’s sister even before he came to Royal, he was a louse then and he’s a louse now,” Jason said stonily. No one could disagree with that summation, and the conversation changed directions.

  “What we still can’t figure out is his motive for murder. What was Eric Chambers to him, other than a co-worker? It simply doesn’t add up.”

  “And let’s not forget Dorian’s alibi,” Will said. “Maybe we should talk to Laura Edwards about that. Double-check her story about Dorian being at the diner at the time of Eric’s murder.”

  “Why would she lie?” Sebastian asked and got up for a coffee refill. “I’ve wrestled with motive since the murder, and I have a hunch that it’s somehow connected to me. Jason, I know you were uneasy about Dorian from the start.” Sebastian resumed his seat. “Why?”

  “We’ve covered this ground before,” Keith said.

  “Yes, but obviously we’re missing something,” Sebastian said. He frowned slightly and added, “What could it be?”

  “His computer files imply that Dorian was blackmailing Eric,” Jason reminded them all. “Merry discovered that.”

  “Yes, but those files do not explain the blackmail. What was Eric up to that Dorian was able to discover and use against him? Maybe if we knew more about Eric,” he mused. “What do we really know about him?”

  “He worked for Wescott for quite a few years,” Sebastian volunteered. “He was a very private individual with a cat as his only companion. He was divorced long before coming to work for Wescott, so no one I know has ever met his ex. He lived alone—with his cat—in a small house. That struck me as odd, because he made a good annual salary.”

  “Which he could have been paying to his ex-wife in alimony,” Keith said.

  “But he wasn’t. His wife had remarried quite a while back, ending the alimony payments, and there were no children for Eric to support. He could’ve afforded a much better home, considering his earning power.”

  “Follow the money,” Jason said, half in jest.

  But the simple concept simultaneously struck all five men as critically important. They looked at each other, and several of them nodded. Months ago, money had gone missing at Wescott Oil. Sebastian, accused of killing Eric and taking the money—a ridiculous charge when he owned the company and had more money than he could ever spend—had been completely exonerated and all charges against him had been dropped. Since then, everyone had been concentrating on Eric’s murder. The missing money was still unexplained, a loose end left dangling.

  It could be the clue they had been hoping to uncover and follow up on.

  One

  Andrea O’Rourke was given the good news on the first of June. “New Hope has been named by the Texas Cattleman’s Club as the primary beneficiary of this year’s charitable donation!” The other volunteers present at the time were overjoyed and began discussing what could be done with the money. New Hope’s most crucial need was money for expansion, but how much would the donation be? Everyone knew the club’s annual charity ball donations were legendary, but the sums distributed to needy causes were never publicized.

  Andrea tried to appear as thankfully elated as the other volunteers in the meeting room of the big old house that served as a sanctuary for battered and abused women. The building was the heart and soul of New Hope Charity, and the meeting room was pleasant with comfortable mismatched chairs, several desks where paperwork was taken care of, and a table with the tools and supplies to brew coffee and tea.

  While Andrea rejoiced at New Hope’s good fortune in her own quiet, subdued way, she also suffered an internal ache that she would never even attempt to explain to these good ladies. Residents of Royal, Texas, knew that she was the volunteer who acted as New Hope’s representative for events that benefited the charity. The more Andrea thought about it, the more suspicious she became that Keith Owens, longtime member of the Cattleman’s Club and the one citizen of Royal whom Andrea tried diligently to avoid, was behind the good deed that had the other ladies in the room giddy with delight.

  I’ll have to attend the club’s annual charity ball! I’ll have to accept the donation with thanks, probably even have to say a few words about New Hope. Well, I’ve done that before at other events, but not with Keith Owens looking on and undoubtedly smiling that overbearing, egotistical smile of his while I’m on stage!

  Oh, my heavens! What if he’s the member passing out the award?

  No! I won’t do it, I can’t do it.

  But of course she could do it, and she would, however painful to herself. Looking around at the generous women who gave time, energy, intelligence and individual talents to New Hope, Andrea was aware that none of them really knew her. They thought they did, and she encouraged that impression because her privacy was crucial to the quiet lifestyle she had fashioned for herself. She had lived alone since the death of her husband five years before, and her preference for dignity and serenity in everything from her home to her personal demeanor eliminated a good many people who had attempted a close friendship. Those friends who had made the cut were truly cherished by Andrea, and for the most part they enjoyed the same gentle entertainment that she did—primarily small dinner parties and elegant little luncheons at which intellectual discussions of literature, music, fashion and personal hobbies took place.

  Keith Owens was not in that circle and never would be. Andrea had never stepped foot inside the Texas Cattleman’s Club’s sprawling two-and-a-half-story clubhouse—decorated, she’d heard, in dark paneling, heavy leather furniture and stuffed animal heads. Visualizing herself doing so the night of the charity ball actually made her shudder. She couldn’t share that thought with the group, of course, and why would she? Were the intimate details of her life—past or present—anyon
e’s business, but her own? Of course not.

  Again scanning the women, Andrea uneasily wondered how many of them, if any, knew about her and Keith’s commingled past. It seemed a silly concern when their history had ended almost twenty years ago—both she and Keith were thirty-eight years old now—but some people had such damnably long memories.

  Andrea suddenly couldn’t sit still a moment longer. Rising from her chair, she smiled at the group and said, “I’m terribly sorry, but I just remembered a very important appointment. I really must run.”

  The women accepted her story and bid her goodbye, and before Andrea had even gone through the door they were back to fantasizing about New Hope’s windfall.

  Andrea left with acidic resentment gnawing at her vitals. If it weren’t for Keith Owens’s participation in the club’s gift to New Hope, she would have been as genuinely overjoyed as the other volunteers were.

  Damn him! How dare he create disturbances on the smooth pathway of her daily existence after so many years?

  Keith kept himself in good physical shape in his home gym. A personal trainer came to the house twice a week to put Keith through the paces, check his vitals and advise him on diet and general fitness. The rest of the week Keith worked out on his own. He liked exercising himself into a sweat, and his exertion, followed by a shower, always seemed to clear his head.

  The morning after New Hope had been notified of the club’s choice—most definitely an honor for any charity organization—Keith went to his gym with his usual good intentions. But he hadn’t slept as well as he usually did, and instead of diving into his exercise program, he dawdled around for about ten minutes, then lost interest and went down to his kitchen for some coffee and the morning paper.