The Nine-Month Marriage by Christine Rimmer

Author:Christine Rimmer
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 1998-06-24T16:00:00+00:00

The next morning, when they were sitting at the table, eating oatmeal, Cash told Abby that he was hiring a woman to come in three times a week.

“And do what?” she asked, irritated by the suggestion.

“You know what.”

She felt defensive—and so she attacked. “That’s ridiculous. We don’t need a maid for a two-bedroom apartment.”

“We shouldn’t need a maid for a two-bedroom apartment.”

She set down her spoon and took three deep breaths. “I’ll do better.”

He looked pained. “Abby, it doesn’t mean a damn thing to me if you can keep a house or not. I just don’t want to walk into a pigpen every time I show up here.”

That hurt. Probably because her own idea of a real woman was someone who kept a nice house. She knew for certain that there were a lot of women out there just dying for their chance to pick up after Cash Bravo.

“Abby, are you listening?”

“Yes. And I understand.”

“You say that, and then you leave your junk everywhere. I don’t want to live like that.”

“I know. It’s a…problem I have. I understand why I do it, I swear.”

His brows drew together. “Why?”

“Rebellion.”

“Against who?”

“My mother. You know how she is. The perfect home-maker. And I’m not her. I don’t want to be her.”

“Fine. So you’re all grown up now, right? You don’t have to get even with Edna anymore. Get over it.”

“I’m trying.”

He looked doubtful. “Abby…”

“What?”

“Maybe you just don’t give a hoot about picking up your junk. I don’t like to pick up after myself, either. So I hire people to do it. They make money. And I get to live comfortably. Everybody wins.”

He had a point, and she knew it. But still some frugal, self-sufficient part of her hated to admit that she was a hopeless slob who couldn’t be bothered to put her own clothes away—let alone that she wouldn’t do for Cash what a real woman would be eager to do. “I just want to try, Cash. Please. Let me try. It just seems wrong to need a maid for a place this size.”

He sighed.

And she knew he would give her another chance. She smiled. “Thanks. I’ll do better.”

“Eat your damn oatmeal.”

Obediently, she picked up her spoon and dipped it into her bowl.

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