Million-Dollar Marriage Merger Page 5

  A waitress wearing an apron designed with a cluster of purple grapes approached and Tony ordered coffee to pass the time. He decided to wait until he’d finished his first cup before calling Rena to see what the delay was.

  Less than five minutes later, just as he was pulling out his cell phone, Rena stepped into the café. He rose from his seat and she spotted him. He gave her a little wave, which she ignored.

  As she approached, Tony noticed she had shadows under eyes that were haunted and sad, but even that couldn’t mask her genuine beauty. Her hair was pulled back from her face in a ponytail and she wore jeans and a blue sweater that brought out the sparkling hue of her eyes. Her purse sat on her shoulder but she also carried a manila folder in one hand. He waited until she reached the table and sat across from him before he took his seat.

  “I was just about to call you. Thought you might have changed your mind.”

  She glanced at him and shook her head. “No, I’m sorry I’m late. I had an appointment this morning that ran a little long.”

  “What kind of appointment?” he asked, wondering what was so important to keep him waiting.

  She glanced out the window, hesitating, and then turned back to him. “I had my first checkup today for the baby.”

  Tony leaned back against the vinyl booth and stared at her. “How did it go? Is everything okay?”

  Rena couldn’t seem to keep her joy from showing. She granted him a smile and her voice lifted when she spoke. “Yes, the baby is healthy. I’m due in October.”

  “That’s good news, Rena.” But the news also brought home the reality of what he was about to do. He would take responsibility for a child he didn’t father. He would marry a woman who didn’t love him. All of it hit him hard between the eyes. This was really happening.

  He’d loved David as a friend, but he also knew that if it had been any woman other than Rena, he wouldn’t have agreed to David’s request. He wouldn’t be doing this for a stranger. Though Rena would deny it, they had a connection. Their lives had been entwined for years. Marrying her wasn’t as much a hardship for him as it was for her. “What else did the doctor say?”

  She breathed out quietly. “He told me to try to stay calm. Not to let stress get me down.”

  “That’s good advice, Rena. You’ve had a lot to deal with lately and you should try to relax for—”

  “I don’t need a lecture, Tony.”

  Her abrupt behavior had him gritting his teeth. Pregnant women were temperamental at times, at least that’s what he’d heard from his married friends, but it was more than that with Rena. His proposal to her was nothing more than sugarcoated blackmail. Hell, he hated to add to her stress. But he owed David this and he had to see it through.

  She looked at him and inhaled a deep breath. “I’m sorry. This isn’t easy for me. Believe me, I have the baby’s well-being in mind every second of the day. That’s why it’s been such a tug of war.”

  Tony had thicker skin than to be offended, but most women wouldn’t consider a proposal from him a terrible thing.

  The waitress walked up to the table again. “Hi, what can I get for you?”

  Rena faced her without opening the menu. “I should have the California café salad.”

  “One California café salad, got it. And for you sir?”

  “But,” Rena interrupted and the waitress turned back to her, “I’m craving a chili cheeseburger with extra pickles.”

  The waitress grinned. “That’s our specialty. Got it. And I’ll make sure you get those pickles.”

  “Thank you. I’ll have a lemonade too.”

  Tony ordered the same thing, and after the waitress left, he glanced at Rena. “You’re having cravings? I wondered why you wanted to meet me here.”

  She lifted a shoulder and shrugged. “It’s been a long time and this morning when I got up, I couldn’t stop thinking about having a chili cheeseburger.”

  “We sure ate our share of them when we were kids. We used to close down this place, remember?”

  “Yeah, I do.”

  And for a moment, Rena’s face softened. Tony remembered what it was like being with her back then. The fun times they’d had together. They’d been so close and so much in love.

  Rena stared at the manila folder she’d set down on the table and her expression changed.

  “What’s going on?” Tony asked, glancing at the folder. “What’s in there?”

  “It’s something I want from you.”

  Surprised, Tony looked at her, arching a brow. “Okay, so why don’t you tell me?”

  She slid the folder toward him. “It’s a prenuptial agreement.” Her eyes met his directly.

  Tony hid his surprise well. He didn’t react, though a dozen thoughts popped into his head all at once. He decided to hear her out and not jump to conclusions.

  “If I marry you, I want Purple Fields to remain in my name. I want full ownership of the winery and vineyard. I want to have the final say in every decision having to do with it. My child will own Purple Fields one day, no questions asked. Have your attorney look it over. It’s legal and there shouldn’t be any problem.”

  Tony sighed heavily. “Rena, you do see the irony in this, don’t you?”

  Rena searched his eyes. “How so?”

  “First of all, I don’t want Purple Fields. Marrying me has nothing to do with me getting my hands on your winery. The fact is, I’m worth tens of millions, Rena. Everything I own will be yours. I’m not asking for a prenuptial agreement from you.”

  “If you want one, I’d sign it.”

  “I don’t want one, damn it! I’m not entering into this marriage lightly. If we marry, it’ll be for keeps. We’ll have a child and we’ll be a family. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

  “Yes, of course. But you’ve made promises to me before that you’ve broken, and now I have no choice in the matter. I want some control. You should understand that, being a Carlino.”

  Tony’s lips tightened. He didn’t want an argument, so he chose his words carefully. “This time it’s different. This time, I’m not going to break any promises I make to you.”

  “I’d sleep better at night if I believed you.”

  Tony let go a curse.

  Rena continued to explain. “I’m only protecting what’s mine. Can you blame me? It’s all I have left and I don’t want to lose it.”

  Angry now, Tony didn’t bother reading the agreement first. “Fine. I’ll sign it.”

  He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pen. Then he slid the papers out and gave them only a cursory glance before signing his name at the bottom.

  “Don’t you want your attorney to look it over?” Rena asked, her expression incredulous, watching him slide the papers back into the folder.

  He shook his head. “I know you well enough to know there’s nothing in this agreement that I’d find questionable. I trust you.”

  Rena sat back against the booth, her chin bravely raised. “I won’t let you make me feel guilty about this.”

  “I’m not trying to make you feel guilty,” Tony remarked gruffly. Then when he saw Rena holding back tears, he softened his tone. “I signed the papers. You’re getting what you want—at least as far as Purple Fields is concerned. I never intended on taking that away from you.” Then he braced his arms on the table and leaned in. Their gazes locked. “We have to make this work, Rena. If for nothing else but that child you’re carrying.”

  Rena closed her eyes briefly. Her silence irritated him, as if she were trying to believe and trust in him. He wasn’t like his ruthless father, but would Rena ever acknowledge that? “I know,” she said finally.

  Tony settled back in his seat. What was done, was done. He didn’t want to rehash the past. It was time to look toward the future.

  And live in the present.

  Tony changed the subject as soon as the food was delivered. He wanted Rena to enjoy the meal she’d craved. Lord knew she needed to build her strength. She also needed
some calm in her life and wondered if he could ever provide her that.

  Without Rena actually saying so, the existence of the prenuptial agreement he’d just signed was an acceptance to his proposal.

  Tony resigned himself to the fact that soon he’d be a husband to a pregnant and reluctant bride.

  One week later, Rena stood beside Solena, Tony beside his brother Joe as they spoke vows before a Catholic priest in a little church just outside of San Francisco. Rena’s mind spun during the entire mass thinking this was some kind of a bad joke. She couldn’t believe she was actually marrying Tony Carlino, the boy she’d once loved beyond reason. The boy she’d dreamed of marrying with every breath that she’d taken. Now that dream seemed more like a nightmare.

  As the priest blessed their union, Rena reminded herself of the reasons she’d made this decision.

  Marrying Tony meant saving her winery from ruin.

  It meant that she could honor David’s last wishes.

  It meant that her baby would never want for anything, much less a roof over his head or a meal on his plate.

  They were good solid reasons. No sacrifice was too great for her child.

  Father Charles finished the ceremony. “You may kiss the bride.”

  She hardly felt like a bride. She wore a pale yellow dress suit. Tony had provided her with a small calla lily bouquet and had placed a simple platinum band on her finger during the service. Out of reverence to David, he hadn’t given her a diamond—she’d only just last week removed her wedding ring from her finger and tucked it away safely in her jewelry case. It had been excruciatingly hard letting go.

  Tony’s lips brushed hers softly. He smiled when he looked into her eyes. She granted him a small smile in return.

  Joe and Solena congratulated them, their mood solemn. If Father Charles noticed the austere atmosphere at the altar, he didn’t mention it. In fact, he pumped Tony’s hand hard and embraced Rena.

  Raymond approached with a handshake to Tony and a hug for her. Nick approached her with arms open and a big smile. “Welcome to the family. I’ve always wanted a sister. But I’ll let you in on a little secret. I had a big crush on you in high school.”

  Rena chuckled and flowed into his arms. “No, you didn’t.”

  “I did. But you were my big brother’s girl.” They broke their embrace and Nick stepped away, turning to Tony and slapping him on the back. “He’s a lucky man. Be good to her or I might steal her away.”

  Tony glanced at her. “I’d like to see you try.”

  Rena bit her lip, holding back a smile. She’d seen the Carlino boys’ teasing banter, and at times she had been a part of it. If anyone could make her laugh, it was Nick. He’d always been too clever for his own good. All the Carlino boys had their own brand of charm and she’d learned early on that each in his own way was a lady-killer.

  The six of them dined in an out-of-the-way restaurant on the outskirts of San Francisco, and everyone sipped champagne when Nick proposed a toast. Rena pretended to sip hers, letting the bubbly liquid touch her mouth before she set her glass down. She was among her closest friends here, and though she’d explained to Solena and Raymond her reasons for this sudden secret marriage to Tony, she hadn’t confessed about the baby yet. She needed time to come to grips with all that had changed in her life.

  When the dinner was over, Rena walked outside with Solena, bidding her farewell. “I hope I’m not making a mistake.”

  Solena took her hand and squeezed gently. “Remember, David wanted this for you.” She glanced at Tony who stood beside Raymond and his brothers. “Give him a chance,” she whispered. “You loved him once.”

  “It’s different now, Solena. There’s so much hurt between us.”

  “I know. But if you find forgiveness, your heart will open.”

  Rena doubted it. She didn’t know if she was capable of forgiving Tony. He’d destroyed her life not once but twice. Was she supposed to forget all that? Emotions jumbled up inside her, and she fought to control them. “I can’t believe I married him.”

  Solena reached out to hug her tight. “It will work out as it’s meant to. Be patient. And remember, I am always here if you need me.”

  Rena faced her and gratitude filled her heart. “I know you are.” She reminded herself that if she hadn’t married Tony, she wouldn’t be able to employ her dear friends, and that was enough consolation for now.

  Tony approached and put a hand to her back. “Are you ready to leave?”

  She nodded to him and bid farewell to her friend, squeezing her hand tight. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Solena.”

  “Yes.” Solena glanced at Tony. “Congratulations.”

  “Thank you.”

  Once Raymond and Solena left, Tony took Rena’s hand and guided her to his car. “You’re not going to your own execution, you know.”

  “Did I say anything?” she quipped, slipping her hand away.

  “Not in words.”

  She shrugged. “It’s all so strange.”

  But before Tony could respond to that, Joe and Nick walked up. Nick smiled. “You did it, you two. Finally.”

  Joe cleared his throat. “Let’s leave them alone, Nick.”

  “Just wishing them well,” he said. “I guess we’ll see you at the house later.”

  Tony shook his head. “I’m not going back to the house tonight.”

  “You’re not?” Rena’s nerves jumped. She hadn’t discussed with him what they’d do after they married. She’d only assumed that since the marriage was secret, he’d stay at his house and she’d stay at hers.

  “No.” He turned to her. “I’ve booked a suite at the Ritz-Carlton in San Francisco.”

  Joe grabbed Nick’s shoulder and gave a little shove. “Let’s go.”

  “I guess I’m going,” Nick said with a cocky smile. “Congrats again, Rena. Big brother.”

  Rena watched them both get in the car and leave. She turned to Tony, dumbfounded. “Why did you get us a room at a hotel?”

  “It’s our wedding night.”

  She closed her eyes, praying for strength. “Surely, you don’t expect—”

  “You’re my wife now, Rena. Did you expect me to remain celibate the rest of my life?”

  Five

  Rena sat stonily silent in the car all the way to the hotel, her expression grim and her pretty mouth deep in a frown. She said nothing as he checked in or on the ride in the elevator to the Presidential Suite.

  A private servant opened the door and showed them inside. In awe, Rena gasped when she entered the suite.

  Rich furnishings, stately artwork and a Steinway grand piano filled the living room. Tony put a hand to her back and guided her inside. The servant showed them around the suite, walking them through French doors to the master bedroom with an amazing view of San Francisco Bay, the master bathroom highlighted by a sunken whirlpool bath filled with scented flower petals, a second bedroom and an elegant dining room with seating for eight.

  Once back in the living room, Tony dismissed him. “We won’t need your services for the rest of the evening.”

  “Yes, sir,” he said, and once he left the suite, Tony opened the French doors to the terrace.

  “It’s massive,” Rena said, stepping outside and taking a deep breath of air. The sun began a slow descent on the horizon. “You could fit two of my gift shops in the terrace alone.” Then she turned to him. “Why did you do this?”

  “You deserve it, Rena.”

  Before she could respond, he turned her shoulders and pointed out toward the ocean. “Look, there’s Alcatraz.”

  Rena focused on the island that had once been a notorious prison. “The view is amazing. All of this is amazing.”

  Tony kept his hands on her shoulders for a few seconds, caressing her lightly. The air fresh and clear, he breathed in and caught the subtle scent of her exotic perfume. She’d put her hair up for the wedding ceremony, giving him access to her throat. He took in another breath before he felt her stiffen.
He backed away, giving her space and time to adjust to the situation and pulled out a white iron patio chair. “Sit down and enjoy the fresh air.”

  She did and he sat facing her. “I’m not the big bad wolf, Rena. I know this is difficult for you.”

  “Difficult doesn’t begin to describe it. I never thought I’d see this day.” Her eyes appeared strained. Her body slumped with fatigue.

  “What day?” he asked.

  “The day that I’d be your wife.”

  “I’m not the villain here. I’m trying to do right by you and David. I’m going to save your business, take care of you and raise…our child.”

  Rena flinched, and regret filled her eyes. “You’re trying to ease your conscience and fulfill an obligation.”

  Tony shook his head. “You won’t cut me any slack, will you?”

  “I’m sorry I’m not the doting wife you’d imagined. I can’t be…this is all so unfair.”

  “I wish to hell David was alive, too. He was my best friend, damn it.” Tony rose and paced the terrace. He hadn’t planned on any of this. But he was trying to make the best out of a bad situation. He’d been patient with Rena, though she still blamed him for David’s death. He’d tried to please her. He’d tried being the nice guy, yet she wanted no part of it.

  Okay, the gloves were coming off.

  “You’re exhausted. Why don’t you take a bath? It’s waiting for you. Then get into bed.”

  Rena hoisted her chin. “I’m not sleeping with you tonight, Tony.”

  “Wrong,” he said pointing a finger at her. “I’m not sleeping with you, but I’m your husband whether you like it or not.”

  “What does that mean?” She asked with real fear in her voice.

  Tony was too annoyed with her to care. “It means that I don’t plan to tiptoe around you anymore, Rena.”

  He left her on the terrace and strode over to the wet bar, pouring himself three fingers of scotch. He hated that Rena had it right this time. He had married her out of obligation and a sense of duty to David. But he hadn’t expected her resentment to irk him so much.