The Bachelor Pact (35 page)

Maddie grabbed his hand and squeezed it. "Chase, I want you to know—"

"It's over, Maddie." Chase stared at his boots. "Our, uh, affair, I mean."

He heard her inhale sharply and expected to look up and see hurt on her face. Instead, she smiled, her dark eyes glistening with emotions he couldn't quite read.

"I know. I came to tell you the same thing."

His breath whooshed out in surprise. "You did?"

"Yes," Maddie said gently. "The sex has been great, Chase. You were a fabulous lover. You taught me how to loosen up, let go of my inhibitions." She laughed, releasing his hand. "Why, next time I'm with a man, I'll really know how to please him. And I have you to thank for being such a good teacher. Just like you taught me how to throw a baseball."

She was comparing their lovemaking to playing baseball—as if there had been no emotion or meaning? And he'd simply been her teacher?

"But like I said, I'm going to be so busy, and well," she hesitated, her voice softening, "Jeff's asked me to go out and celebrate and I told him I would." Her hand toyed with a Cameo pin, drawing his eye. "Jeff gave it to me," she said as if she realized he was staring at it. "To commemorate my new career."

So, the guy's gifts were winning her over.

Without saying another word, she pecked him on the cheek, turned and sauntered toward her sporty new convertible, leaving Chase alone with his thoughts—with images of Maddie in another man's arms, the wuss's to be specific, pleasing him the way she'd pleased him, filling his life with love and laughter and her radiant smile.

He didn't like the image—not one damn bit.

Chapter 26

"I'm such an idiot," Maddie cried. "I should wear a big fat sign that says GULLIBLE FEMALE—SCREW ME, AND LEAVE ME."

Sophie placed a plate of frosted brownies on the table in front of Maddie, then plopped down beside her and handed Maddie a fork. "You're not the idiot, those pigheaded stubborn brothers of yours are fools."

"And Chase. Don't forget Chase Holloway."

"He's lower than an idiot—he's slime." Sophie handed Maddie a tissue. "No, roadkill."

Maddie swiped at the tears streaming down her cheeks, dug into the rich chocolate and swirled it around on her fork. "But he seemed so... so sincere."

"Sincerely horny," Sophie said wryly.

Maddie laughed, and licked the icing. "I can't believe I fell for him. I actually was dreaming of a church wedding and bridesmaids dresses and... and of having his baby."

Sophie made a sympathetic sound. "Aww, Maddie. Maybe he'll still come around, maybe he wasn't ready—"

"No, Chase has always been a fighter. If he wanted me badly enough, he would have fought for me."

"Then you have to accept that your relationship is over and move on." Sophie nibbled the end off her own brownie. "How about some ice cream, Mad? We could add some whipped cream, too."

"No, every time I think about a decadent dessert, I remember that one I was going to make for Chase to surprise him. I probably won't ever be able to eat a hot-fudge sundae again."

"There are plenty of other men out there."

Maddie remembered the nudist colony, the TV producer. "We haven't done very well so far, have we?"

"I suppose not." Sophie grabbed a bag of chips and opened a jar of salsa to go with their comfort food. "By the way, Greg Pugh's still wondering what happened to his robe."

Maddie gestured toward her cat. Even he had trusted Chase. Poor thing. "I made T. C. a pillow out of it but he shredded it to pieces."

"We could try Marco and Antonio again. Antonio's been leaving messages on my machine."

"Yeah, Marco left me one, too." Maddie sighed wearily. "I just don't think I'm up for all that charm. At least Chase was... was real. Macho like, not so smooth and such a pretty boy."

Sophie laughed. "I'm glad you salvaged your pride, Maddie, and didn't let Chase know he broke your heart. That's something."

Maddie inhaled another bite of her dessert. "I can't tell you how many times I've wanted to let my brothers know I overheard their conversation. Every time I've seen them at the tour this week, and let me tell you I've seen all three of the rascals at least a thousand times, I've wanted to confront them."

"It would serve them all right if you did, just to watch them grovel." Sophie forced a smile. "So, what did you tell Chase?"

"That I was going to be too busy to see him." Maddie propped her chin on her hand. "And that I was going out to celebrate with Jeff. And I hinted that I might get back with him."

"Really?"

"Yeah, he asked me to go out. And he seems sincere, like he's really interested in my work now."

"So, did you go?"

Maddie shook her head. "No, I made an excuse. I just couldn't. He's just not..."

"Chase," Sophie said sympathetically. They sat brooding together for a moment, but finally Sophie broke the silence. "Look on the bright side though—your business has picked up."

"I know. I am planning to be so swamped for the next few months I won't have time to think about Chase. And when the tour's over, maybe I won't keep running into him."

"You might meet a nice single male client," Sophie suggested.

"He'll probably be a confirmed bachelor, too."

Sophie thumbed her hair away from her eyes. "That bachelor pact is so ridiculous. I can understand three goofy teenage boys making a dumb agreement like that, but now they're grown men, you'd think they'd realize how juvenile their plan was."

Maddie's hurt turned to anger. She had put her whole heart into Chase and into decorating his home. And maybe she'd secretly been dreaming of the two of them living in it when she'd chosen some of the furnishings.

But she wasn't dreaming anymore. And she wanted revenge. "I have an idea, Soph."

"Uh-oh. Planning a counterattack?"

"Maybe."

"Something devilish I hope."

Maddie polished off one brownie and scooped up another. "I was thinking about how much time and care I put into decorating Chase's new home."

"And?"

"And maybe I didn't do his house justice. Since Chase wants to be a bachelor forever..." Maddie tapped her fingernails on the table. "I need to rethink the furnishings for his house."

Sophie's green eyes twinkled with mischief. "Are you thinking what I think you're thinking?"

"Absolutely. Now hand me the phone. I have work to do." Maddie reached for a pad and pencil. "After all, a bachelor should have a bachelor pad for entertaining, shouldn't he?"

* * *

Chase slammed the hammer against the side of the Camaro, pounding out more dents. If only he could repair his friendship with Lance and Reid as easily as he could the damaged car. Ever since that day they'd caught him pawing Maddie like some oversexed teenager, they had been cold and distant. He'd crossed the line with Maddie and broken their trust. The Terrible Three would never be the same.

On top of everything else, he missed Maddie like crazy.

He'd been stewing over the breakup all week. Not seeing her was for the best; they both had to move on with their lives. But he hadn't been able to look at another woman without seeing Maddie's long, wild hair or her dark, mesmerizing eyes or thinking about that sexy little walk or the way she'd parted her legs and pulled him deep inside her.

Had she already moved on to another man?

He pounded the Camaro even harder, determined to straighten the rusted piece of metal, and tried to force the unwanted images from his mind—the images of Maddie,
his
Maddie, giving herself to another man. On some rational level, he realized his feelings of possessiveness were barbaric, but his emotions had no logic or order these days.

His business was going great. The tour was almost over and had been a magnanimous success for all of them. And he should be moving into his new house.

But he couldn't bring himself to even go by the house, much less step foot inside the beautiful place—it simply didn't feel like
home
without Maddie. Every room conjured memories of their lovemaking. And in every corner of the house, he knew he'd be able to smell Maddie's sweet, erotic scent. The memory of that bearskin rug taunted him—Maddie's naked voluptuous body, those long slender legs wrapped around his waist, her sweet, erotic words, offering her virginity...

Forcing the tormenting images at bay, he tried to focus on the fact that he'd obtained his dream—he'd proven to all those people in Savannah he was somebody. He hadn't let a woman control his life like his father. And he'd made up with Lance and Reid. Well, sort of.

He should be happy.

But he'd never been more miserable in his entire life. And instead of feeling as if he had it all, he felt as if he had nothing.

* * *

Maddie stood in the middle of Chase's bedroom in his new house, and motioned to the movers, her head in a tailspin. "Haul it out."

The two beefy men she'd hired gave her a skeptical look. "Everything?"

Maddie nodded. "Yep, everything goes."

The men grunted as they began to disassemble the four-poster bed, occasionally pausing to reaffirm that she really wanted the room emptied. She didn't even hesitate.

Instead she waited patiently while they cleared the bedroom, then she began to give directions where the new pieces of furniture and accessories would go. "Put that lamp in the corner. Don't forget the remote control."

One of the movers shoved a hand on his hip. "I hate to question you, ma'am, but do you really want to put
that
bed in
this
house?"

"Yes, right there in the center of the room."

The second man scratched a balding head. "You don't think it's a tad bit on the... the wild side?"

Maddie studied the red velvet comforter, anger and hurt welling inside again. "No, the new furniture is perfect. My client is a bachelor, gentlemen. He'll be doing a lot of entertaining, and this bed will come in handy."

Knowing leers graced the men's faces. "I see." •

"Gotcha."

The first man left and returned, holding a box containing a life-sized, customized blowup doll. "Where do you want this?"

"I'll take care of her," Maddie said, her imagination clicking in.

The balding man clucked his tongue. "Whooee, I ain't never seen a room like this one."

"My, my, you're an interesting lady," the other man commented as Maddie situated the voluptuous plastic figure in an erotic pose in the center of the bed.

"I'm gonna have to tell my wife about this. Maybe she can buy me one of those dolls for my birthday."

"Dream on, Willie," the first man said. "Your wife would belt you one good if you asked for one of those dang things. Now, come on and help me move the rest of the stuff."

"Be careful with those mirrors," Maddie called as the men left the room. "I have a special place I want to hang them!"

"From the ceiling," one of the men suggested with a chuckle.

Maddie grinned and dragged the bearskin rug inside the room, rolled it up and stuck it in the corner like a coatrack, then placed a basket of erotic goodies at the foot of the bed, along with a silver gift bag overflowing with condoms.

A half hour later, she surveyed the room, pleased with the results.

She only wished she could be a fly on the wall when Chase walked in and saw his new custom-designed bachelor pad.

* * *

"Oglethorpe, why did you want to see us?" Lance asked as he and Reid took seats across from the man at the Shrimp Store.

"Let's order first, shall we?" Jeff said. He indicated the menus. "My treat, of course."

"We can pay our own way," Reid said.

Oglethorpe looked slightly offended but didn't argue. After the waitress came, and they ordered, Lance cut to the point. He still wasn't sure he trusted Oglethorpe, especially after the accusations Chase had flung at the man that day in the bank. But he'd totally trusted Chase, and he'd let him down, so Lance decided he wasn't exactly the best judge of character. "Okay, what's up?"

"I wanted to talk to the two of you about your sister."

Lance and Reid exchanged questioning looks. "All right," Lance said. "What about her?"

Reid broke the loaf of bread and slathered butter on a piece.

"I think I made a mistake in letting Maddie go. I want to reconcile."

"Then you aren't undermining our company?" Lance asked. "Cause if you are, and we find out or Maddie finds out, you're history, bud."

Oglethorpe shifted sideways, twiddling with his fork. "I-I'll continue to do everything I can to help the Summerses' business."

"We talked about you and Maddie before," Reid interjected, "but things have changed. I was wrong about Maddie giving up her career. She was a big success with the tour, and I think she's going to stick with this decorating business."

A wave of pride washed over Lance. "She's good at decorating, too."

"I realize she's talented and serious about her company," Oglethorpe said. "I attended the tour the first night and saw her work for myself."

Lance leaned back in his chair and folded his arms. "I thought you were against having a wife who worked."