His 24-Hour Wife (The Hawke Brothers 2) Read Online Free PDF

sisters work together, a thought occurred to him. “Have either of you had to do this with clients before?”
    Callie’s brows drew together. “Pretend to marry them?”
    “Ah, no,” he said as he put down the food. “I meant coach people to act like they were...”
    “In love?” Summer observed, and he gave a curt nod.
    Callie pulled out a chair and sat across from where he was standing. “No, this is a first for us.”
    He should have been disconcerted by their lack of specific experience, yet part of him was glad. If she’d been a professional at being able to fake adoration, while he was an amateur, the situation would have been too uneven. He hated feeling like he was in someone else’s hands.
    “Actually,” Summer said, “we should be starting now. You two sit beside each other.”
    His instinct was to keep more distance between Callie and him—to keep out of arm’s reach—but the suggestion was reasonable. A couple in love would take every opportunity to be close. He crossed around to the other side and sank into the chair beside Callie’s.
    This close he could smell her coconut shampoo. It immediately brought back memories of his fingers threaded through her glossy hair. Of it spilling across the pillow while he was above her. His skin heated and suddenly his tie was too tight around his throat. He loosened it and tried his best to appear impervious, which was easier said than done.
    He glanced casually at his wife as he spooned fried rice onto his plate. “I assume your plan is that we spend some time near each other so we become accustomed to the other’s presence.”
    “Pretty much,” Callie answered. “Though we should do some deliberate things, as well, not just passively sit beside each other.”
    He stilled. He was only just coping with sitting this close. “Define
deliberate things
.”
    Callie shrugged as she grabbed a sushi roll from the platter. “Occasional touches. Holding hands. Just so when we do it for the cameras, neither of us flinches. We need to seem used to it.”
    He relaxed again. That made sense and didn’t seem too intimate. As long as he had his reactions to her under control, it wouldn’t be a difficult task.
    Bracing himself, he reached over and threaded his fingers through hers. “Like this?”
    “Just like that,” she said, her expression professional. But there was a small catch in her voice. “And we should talk about our jobs, and things that married people would know about each other.”
    Talking. Far preferable to more touching. Holding hands and talking. He could do that.
    He rolled his shoulders back, trying to relieve some of the tension that had taken up residence there. “What do you want to know?”
    While they ate their meal, she asked questions about his company and he answered. The entire time, he was pretending to be a man unaffected by the woman he was pretending to be in love with. And it was so far from the truth it was laughable—pretending not to be affected was taking so much of his attention he was lucky he didn’t stab himself in the eye with his fork.
    “This is going well,” Summer said, taking another sushi roll. “Adam, how about you feed her something?”
    Erotic images of feeding his new wife strawberries in his Vegas hotel room flooded his mind, and he froze. He’d had so much to drink that day that he shouldn’t recall it clearly, but he did. He thumped his chest once with his fist to get his lungs working again.
    Suddenly, he realized he hadn’t replied, and his face probably had a weird expression. He coughed to try to cover it. Summer and Callie, however, had noticed, and each raised an eyebrow.
    “Sorry,” he said. “This is just awkward.”
    While Callie looked down at her plate, Summer regarded him with a quizzical expression. “You’ve never held hands with a woman or fed her food? That’s all this is.”
    “If I was involved with a woman,” he assured her, “these things would definitely happen, but