Husband Wanted: Will Train (Chapter Three - A Grand Entrance, page 2 of 21)


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She stopped, frowning, and quietly said the name aloud. "Alan. Alan Grayson." No twinge. No wince. No pain. Did this mean she was finally over him?

Alan Grayson. Sleek blond hair combed straight back. A classic profile. Cool gray eyes and an arrogant chin. She'd been crazy about him, so crazy that she'd opened up about her life, her family, everything to him. She'd been there for him at any time of day or night, helping him through disappointments, soothing his ego when it was bruised, devoting months to doing nothing but helping him study for the bar exam, letting him use her apartment when he ran out of funds. They'd laughed together, loved together. Mutual need had bound them together more and more tightly, until finally, while they were drinking champagne to celebrate his passing of the bar, she'd blurted out her dream.

Her dream had involved babies and roses twining over the garden gate, two cats in the yard-and a wedding ring. Alan had stared at her, incredulous.

"I can never marry you," he'd told her, as though she must be blind not to have seen this for herself. "You know I want to go into politics. I'm aiming high, Charity. You've got that insane family and too many skeletons in the closet. I'm going to need a wife who can help me get ahead, not one who's an albatross around my neck."

He couldn't understand why that upset her. After all, she'd always been ready to do what was best for him before. This was just another of his demands.

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