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Authors: Tara Taylor Quinn
Once Upon a Marriage
Anyone could be hiding a secret...
Marie Bustamante does not trust or love easily. Growing up with a philandering father and an overprotective mother, she comes by her reservations honestly. So after only three months, how can she be falling for her best friend's bodyguard? This isn't like her at all. But Elliott Tanner is strong, gorgeous and...trustworthy. Honest. At least he seems to be. Of course, some things about him remain a mystery. Protecting the privacy of his clients is Elliott's job. That doesn't mean he's hiding anything from
her
. Does it?
“You don't have to apologize for talking to me, Marie. Not ever,” said Elliott.
Her gaze didn't waver. And she didn't step back. “I have a tendency to go on sometimes...”
“And I enjoy listening to your voice.” Some things didn't come with explanation. They just were.
“I'm glad you're going to be in Las Vegas,” she said.
“Me, too.”
Her mouth was lifted toward his. He needed to kiss her.
And he needed to let her go. To send her away from him.
Before he could do either, she raised up on tiptoe and touched her lips to his. “Thank you,” she whispered, and slid past him to hurry down the hall and back out to her shop.
Dear Reader,
Welcome to the Historic Arapahoe! (If you've been here before, welcome back!) Though most of the residents here are elderly, they're still getting up at five-thirty in the morning to work, they're still going on romantic dates and protecting those around them. Including the three thirty-one-year-old friends who recently purchased the building so that the elderly, fixed-income residents wouldn't be forced into nursing homes or be put out on the street.
Who's really taking care of whom remains to be seen. Or maybe this is life, everyone doing what they can to take care of each other. Marie, one of the three owners, has been taking care of others most of her life. She owns the coffee shop on the first floor of the building and spends her days trying to make life a little easier, a little more pleasant, for everyone around her.
There's a stalker hanging around. And her father, a womanizer who broke up their family but also managed to be a good dad, is struggling. Marie tends to it all. And she's still lonely. Because, ultimately, she can't trust.
I think, in today's world, many of us struggle with trust issues. I also believe that happiness depends on our ability to trust, and that trust is still rewarded. I'm just not sure I can convince Marie of that fact...
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All the best,
The author of more than seventy novels,
TARA TAYLOR QUINN
is a
USA TODAY
bestselling author with over seven million copies sold. She is known for
delivering emotional and psychologically astute novels of suspense and romance.
Tara is a past president of Romance Writers of America and served eight years on
that board of directors. She has won the Reader's Choice Award and is a
five-time finalist for the RWA RITA® Award, a finalist for the Reviewer's Choice
Award and the Bookseller's Best Award. She has also appeared on national and
local TV across the country, including
CBS Sunday
Morning
, and is a frequent guest speaker. In her spare time Tara
likes to travel and enjoys crafting and in-line skating. She is a supporter of
the National Domestic Violence Hotline.
Books by Tara Taylor Quinn
Harlequin Heartwarming
The Historic Arapahoe
Once Upon a Friendship
Harlequin Superromance
Where Secrets are Safe
Wife by Design
Once a Family
Husband by Choice
Child by Chance
Mother by Fate
The Good Father
Shelter Valley Stories
Sophie's Secret
Full Contact
It's Never Too Late
Second Time's the Charm
The Moment of Truth
It Happened in Comfort Cove
A Son's Tale
A Daughter's Story
The Truth About Comfort Cove
MIRA Books
Where the Road Ends
Street Smart
Hidden
In Plain Sight
Visit the Author Profile page at
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more titles.
For Carol H. R.:
You face hardship in marriage with love and loyalty, and inspire the same.
I am grateful for your example.
Contents
CHAPTER ONE
E
LLIOTT
T
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in trouble. There was no denying it. Sitting in his parked SUV outside a downtown Denver nightclub, waiting for a very spoiled, overly made up daddy's girl to get bored and move on to her next hot spot, he tried to refrain from contemplating his utter stupidity.
Unfortunately the job he was onâbabysitting said self-centered party girlârequired no real effort, leaving him far too much possibility for losing the battle he was waging with a brain that just wouldn't let go.
“I can't believe I'm telling you this, Elliott.”
Marie's voice repeated itself in his brainâa replay of a conversation he'd had with the daughter of another client that afternoon. Difference being that Sailor Harcourt, tonight's job, knew her parent had hired him to keep an eye out for her safety. Barbara Bustamante, Marie's mother, adamantly refused to allow Elliott to let Marie, her daughter, know that she'd hired Tanner Security Services to watch over Marie.
He'd been hanging out at Marie's coffee shop for over three months now. She'd gone through some tough times. Life changes. They'd talked. Become friends. But under false pretenses.
In fact, Marie thought Elliott was around to keep an eye on Liam Connellyânot only her best friend's new husband, but also their business partner. Elliott had capitalized on Connelly's circumstances, presenting himself as a bodyguard when the fraud scheme exposed at Liam's father's company was impacting Liam's safety. It was the perfect way to be close to the situation and protect Marie without her knowing that he was watching out for her.
Gabrielle, Liam and Marie.
Threefold
. The name of the business they'd formed to purchase the old apartment building that was not only home to Marie's coffee shop, but their home, as well.
Threefold
was also an apt description for the friendship forged in college that had made the three of them more like family to each other than their biological counterparts had been.
Cars passed. Groups of people moved down the sidewalk. A woman strolled alone in the balmy April weather. Not smart, no matter how nice this part of town was. Not after eleven on a Saturday night...
He'd taken on Liam as a paid client, albeit at a sub-rate fee, with the complete blessing of Barbara Bustamante, who had called him initially because Marie and her friend had just entered into the business deal with Liam, and Barbara had never trusted the Connelly heir. When threats and vandalism ensued just after the building purchase, Tanner had been present to ensure that no harm came to Liamâor to his two new business partners.
Keeping his gaze on the side door through which he'd instructed Miss Harcourt to travel to and from the club's interior, Tanner rubbed a hand across his face in the darkness and groaned. While his association with Liam was somewhat convolutedâthe other man assuming that his estranged father had sent Tanner to him through the elder Connelly's own highly paid bodyguardâthat particular subterfuge was only the beginning of Tanner's troubles.
“I can't believe I'm telling you this, Elliott.”
Liam Connelly's father had not been charged in the Ponzi scheme that had robbed investors of millions, but his company, Connelly Investments, had been the conduit for the scheme. Run by his corporate attorney and closest friend, George Costas, who'd been charged by a grand jury but who was still adamantly asserting his innocence to the point that the public wasn't sure who was misusing power and bullying by public persuasion and who was really the victim between the two men.
There'd been another couple of threatening letters left for Liam at Marie's coffee shop, which was on the bottom floor of the apartment building the three friends owned. With Liam and Gabrielle now married and occupying three-quarters of the third floor, Marie was alone in her large second-floor apartment, and Barbara Bustamante insisted that Elliott maintain his cover and remain right where he wasâon at least one daily surveillance of the apartment building and coffee shop, investigating Liam and staying on top of the investigation involving Liam's father, while keeping tabs on Marie.
She was paying him well. He was holding the checks for now. Not comfortable with cashing them, the way he was feeling. Another reason why he was escorting the dilettante, Miss Harcourt, during her two-day visit to Denver. Her father, Rod, a man Tanner protected anytime he was in town, had specifically asked him to do so, believing her to be at risk simply for being born a Harcourt. Tanner needed to maintain his client base of paying jobs.
Tanner Security Services, a one-man fully licensed and accredited operation with a better than average reputation, wasn't usually in the habit of babysitting. Or working for free.
“I can't believe I'm telling you this, Elliott!”
Marie. Long blond hair came instantly to mind. Followed by those eyes. So filled with emotion. Always.
When he'd first met her, more than three months ago, the compassion he could read in those eyesâcompassion for Liam, the man he'd been sent to investigate and protect her againstâstabbed him in a way he'd never forget.
He'd wanted her to look at him that way.
And more, he'd wanted to make certain that no one, ever, caused her open heart to close up, to wall off in pain. He'd sworn to himself that he'd never let anyone hurt her.
Absurd.
He had no control over Marie's heart. Who she gave it to. Or what they did with it.
He was just an overly large guy her mother had hired to protect her.
The door he was watching opened. Hand going immediately to the ignition, Elliott straightened. Lord knew where Miss High and Mighty would insist he take her nextâas if he were her driver. His job was to see that she arrived safely.
Two couples emerged. Neither of the women was Sailor Harcourt.
“I can't believe I'm telling you this, Elliott...”
She'd been leaning over the counter of her coffee shop, those big brown eyes warm and softâand trained on him. It was as if the emotion that welled up inside her had overflowed onto him, into him. He'd glanced down quickly, breaking contact. She was completely off-limits.
“Liam's a great guy. I trust him with my life. It's just...one of the reasons we were always just friends was because Gabi and I know all the nitty-gritty about him. He's always come to us to as his âconfessors,' he said. He likes women. A lot. He told us he'd be with one woman and get feelings for another. He was younger then and he's done nothing at all, that I know of, to warrant my fears, but until Gabi and he got together he hadn't seemed to change his inability to stay interested in one woman. And they've only been married a month, and already he's out to dinner with this editor woman of his...”
She'd thought the fact that they were alone in the shop had been a stroke of luck. An opportunity to talk to someone impartial so that she didn't make a big deal out of nothing. She'd thought that he just happened to show up to her popular coffee shop during a brief late-afternoon lull. In actuality he'd been watching the place for half an hour. As he did at some point every single day.
Either by stopping in for coffee. Or simply observing.
“The worst part is, I know I'm being paranoid, but I just can't stop myself...”
When he'd noticed her alone in the shopâher morning-to-midday-shift full-time employees gone and her late-afternoon shifter unusually late for some reasonâhe was unable to stop himself from getting out of his vehicle parked across the street and going in.
“It's just, you know, I told you about my dad...”
That first month he'd been around, she'd made a derogatory comment about Liam's father, implying that scaggy dads were something the three friends had in common, which had given him an opening to ask about something that made him curiousâMarie's father. Barbara's ex-husband. When she'd sent over the paperwork required by Tanner Security Services, the woman indicated that she was divorced. She'd given him no idea why she was so mistrusting of Marie's wealthy college friend, but he'd figured it had something to do with personal experience.
What Marie had told him only solidified that supposition.
Marie's father had been unfaithful to Barbara. Marie had been seven the first time. Barbara had forgiven him twice. The third time, when Marie was twelve, she'd changed the locks and filed for divorce. According to Marie, the man had spent the next five years earning his way back into their hearts and home. He was devoted, dedicated and 100 percent faithful to them and their family. Barbara, who'd loved only him since they'd first met in high school, had finally taken him back. And during the summer after Marie's freshman year of college, when Marie and Gabrielle were at Marie's parents' home for a visit, they'd caught her father cheating again.
Barbara, who'd nearly had a breakdown, had been in counseling ever since.
The backlit LED on the dashboard clock was too bright, garish in the darkness, shedding light where he'd rather not have it shed. Who cared if it was eleven-thirty? Sailor was known to party until dawn. Might as well be at the elite nightclub as anywhere else. Better there, really. Less hassle.
“I can't believe I'm telling you this, Elliott, but I fell for a lot of the same lines my father gave my mother the first time I fell in love.”
Marie's words from that afternoon came back to him. His gut clenched again as it had then. The closest he came to expressing intense emotion.
She'd said she'd fallen in love. That there had already been a first time for her (completely expected considering the fact that she'd passed her thirtieth birthday) and he'd tensed up like a kid. For a split second there he'd been overcome.
With jealousy.
* * *
M
ARIE
Â
MEASURED
Â
VINEGAR
, poured it into the carafe. Added water. Poured the mixture into the water dispenser of the first of twelve professional-grade silver coffeemakers, flipped the button to make coffee and moved on to maker number two. One by one she filled carafes with the vinegar mixture, poured it into the dispensers and hit Brew.
Then, with all the blinds drawn so that she wasn't on display like a fish in a bowl, she stood there and watched twelve pots drip.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
After midnight on a Saturday wasn't a good time to be calling anyone. So she was cleaning the water dispensers. It was a job that had to be done. At least once every three months.
Beat sitting upstairs alone in her apartment feeling sorry for herself.
She'd had a date. Of sorts. Dinner and the theater with Burton. A safe, completely boring man she'd met three years before during the intermission at
Phantom of the Opera.
Gabi had been going to go with her, but she'd had a custody emergency with a client. Unwilling to waste her ticket, or to miss one of her favorite shows of all time, she'd gone to the theater alone. Burton had been sitting a couple of rows back. He was a season ticket holder, as well. His companion had been his mother until she passed away.
Not wanting him to sit by himself, she'd invited him to join her.
Eventually they'd fallen into the habit of going to the theater together.
She was never going to fall in love with him. He was never going to expect her to marry him. The relationship suited her just fine.
Pot number one was full. Dumping it in the sink, Marie filled the carafe with clean water and dumped it back into the dispenser, hitting Brew again. And down the line she went. For all twelve coffeemakers.
And then another time.
Twelve-thirty. She had to be downstairs to open the shop at seven. Grace, the eighty-year-old spritely and self-sufficient resident who did most of her baking, would be there two hours before that. The stairs at the back of the shop beckoned. Or she could take the elevator next to them. Now that it was fixed, it required a code to travel upstairs from the coffee shop in order to prevent coffee shop patrons from having access to the private apartments on the remaining eight floors.
Her apartment did not beckon. After thirteen years of living with the same roommate, she found that adjusting to her best friend's marriage was proving to be even more difficult than she'd expected.
Hence the paranoia. She was letting things get to her that had no basis in fact simply because for the past thirteen years she'd run all of her thoughts by Gabi at night. She was becoming a ninny. Like worrying that Liam was heading toward a path of infidelity. And that Gabi could end up as heartbroken and destroyed as her mother had been.
Well, not exactly the same. Her best friend, a lawyer, had a stronger backbone than her mother had ever had. Gabi had been taking care of herself for most of her life and could give thugs on the street a run for their money.
Liam didn't stand a chance.
Nor did he need one. The two of them were besotted with each other. It didn't take a believer in true love to see that. The reason Liam had never settled on one woman was that he'd been in love with Gabi all along. That was the fact that was as clear as day.
Still, Marie would rather clean than face her own thoughts alone upstairs in the apartment she and Gabrielle used to share. She was going crazy with loneliness.
What she needed to do was talk to someone. Another voice to drown out the reverberating of her own mind.
And there was one person who owed her an abrupt awakening in the middle of the night. He owed her as many of them as she needed for as long as he lived.
He picked up on the first ring.
“Marie? Baby? You okay? What's wrong?”
“Nothing's wrong, Daddy. Are you alone?”
“Yes, of course I'm alone. You know the only woman I've ever spent the night with is your mother.”