Million-Dollar Marriage Merger (10 page)

Tony entered the house, and a pleasing aroma led him straight to the kitchen. He found Rena standing at the stove top stirring the meal, her hair beautifully messy and her face pink from puffs of steam rising up. She didn’t acknowledge his presence initially until he wrapped his arms around her waist and drew her against him. He kissed her throat, breathing in her citrus scent. “Looking good.”

“It’s just stew.”

“I meant you,” Tony said, stealing another quick kiss. Coming home to this domestic scene, something grabbed his insides and twisted when he saw her. “You’re beautiful behind the stove. I want to come home to you every night.”

She frowned and moved slightly away. “Don’t say those things.”

“Why?” he asked softly. “Because I’ve said them before and now you don’t believe me?”

Rena kept stirring the stew. “You’re astute.”

“And you’re being stubborn.”

She shrugged, moving away from the stove to grab two plates from the cabinet. Tony took out cutlery from a drawer and set two glasses on the table.

So now they were resorting to name-calling? This certainly wasn’t the scene Tony pictured in his mind when he first entered the house.

“Did you find out anything from Joe?” Rena asked.

“Yeah, I did. But let’s eat first.”

“Whenever someone says that to me, I know the news is not good.”

“There’s bad news and there’s good news. I think we should eat first before discussing it.”

Rena brought the dishes to the stove top and filled their plates, adding two biscuits to Tony’s plate. She served him and sat down to eat. Her long hair fell forward as she nibbled on her food. She wore jeans and a soft baby-blue knit blouse that brought out the vivid color of her eyes. She hardly looked pregnant, except for a hint of added roundness to her belly.

Sweeping emotions stirred in his gut. He wanted to protect Rena. He wanted to possess her. He wanted to make love to her until all the pain and anger disappeared from her life. So much had happened to her in her short thirty-one years from losing her mother and father, to losing David, but it had all started with him. And Tony determined it would all end with him as well.

After the meal, Rena started cleaning up. Tony rose and then took her hand. “Leave this. We’ll take care of it later. We need to talk.”

She nodded and followed him into the living room. Oak beams, a stone fireplace stacked with logs and two comfortable sofas lent to the warmth of the room. Tony waited for her to sit, then took a place next to her.

They sat in silence for a minute, then Tony began. “What I have to say isn’t easy. Joe and I went through the records and have proof now of how my father manipulated sales in the region.”

“You mean, my father was right? Santo set out to destroy us?”

Tony winced and drew a breath. “I can’t sugarcoat it, Rena. My father undercut Purple Fields, even at a loss to his own company to drive you out of business. Joe’s guess is that it wasn’t personal. He’d been doing the same to other small businesses for years.”

Rena closed her eyes, absorbing the information. “My father knew. He didn’t have proof. His customers wouldn’t talk about it, except to say that they’d found better deals elsewhere. They’d praised our wine over and over but wouldn’t buy it.”

“My father probably strong-armed them into silence,” Tony said.

Rena opened her eyes and stared at him. He couldn’t tell what was going on in her head, but he suspected it wasn’t good.

She rose from her seat and paced the floor. “My mother was worried and anxious all the time. She loved Purple Fields. She and my father poured everything they had into the winery. They worked hard to make ends meet. She held most of it in, putting up a brave front, but I could tell she wasn’t the same. My father noticed it, too. He’d stare at her with concern in his eyes. And that all started around the time when we broke up and you left town.”

Tony stood to face her. He owed Rena the full truth or at least the truth as he saw it. His voice broke when he made the confession, “I think he targeted Purple Fields after I left.”

She stiffened and her mouth twisted. “My God,” she whispered, closing her eyes in agony. “Don’t you see? The stress might have triggered my mother’s illness.”

Tony approached her. “Rena, no.”

She began nodding her head. “Oh, yes. Yes. My mother was healthy. There was no history of that disease in our family. Mom was fine. Fine, until the winery started going downhill. She worried herself sick. The doctors even suggested that stress could be a factor.”

Rena’s face reddened as her pain turned to anger. She announced with a rasp in her voice, “I need some air.”

Tony watched her walk out of the house, slamming
the door behind her. He ran a hand through his hair, his frustration rising. “Damn it. Damn it.”

He’d never hated being a Carlino more than now. He could see it in Rena’s eyes—the blame, the hatred and the injury. When she’d looked at him that way, he understood all of her resentment. He knew she’d react to the truth with some degree of anger, but he’d never considered that she’d blame his family for her mother’s illness.

Could it be true?

Tony couldn’t change the past. All he could do now was to convince her he’d make things right. He gave her a few minutes of solitude before exiting the house. He had to find his wife and comfort her.

Even though in her eyes, he was the enemy.

R
ena ran into the fields. The setting sun cast golden hues onto the vines, helping to light her way. She ran until her heart raced too fast and her breaths surged too heavy. Yet she couldn’t outrace the burning ache in her belly or the plaguing thoughts in her mind. She stopped abruptly in the middle of the cabernet vines, fully winded, unable to run another step. Putting her head in her hands, tears spilled down her cheeks. Grief struck her anew. It was as if she was losing her mother all over again. Pretty, vivacious Belinda Fairfield had died before her time. Her sweet, brave mother hadn’t deserved to suffer so. She hadn’t deserved to relinquish her life in small increments until she was too weak to get out of bed.

Rena’s sobs were absorbed in the vines, her cries
swallowed up by the solitude surrounding her. Her body shook, the release of anguish exhausting her.

Two strong arms wrapped around her, supporting her sagging body. “Shh, Rena,” Tony said gently. “Don’t cry, sweetheart. Let me make it right. I’ll make it all right.”

“You…can’t,” she whispered between sobs. Yet Tony’s strength gave her immeasurable comfort.

“I can. I will. We’ll do it together.”

Before Rena could formulate a response, Tony lifted her up, one arm bracing her legs and the other supporting her shoulders. “Hold on to me,” he said softly, “and try to calm down.”

Rena circled one arm around his neck and closed her eyes, stifling her sobs, every ounce of her strength spent.

Tony walked through the vineyard, holding her carefully. In the still of the night all that she heard was the occasional crunch of shriveled leaves under Tony’s feet as he moved along.

When he pushed through the door to her house, her eyes snapped open. He strode with purpose to the bedroom and lay her down with care, then came down next to her, cradling her into his arms once again. “I’m going to stay with you until you fall asleep.”

Rena stared into his eyes and whispered softly, “I hate you, Tony.”

He brushed strands of hair from her forehead with tenderness then kissed her brow. “I know.”

The sweetness of his kiss sliced through her, denting her well-honed defenses.

He took off her shoes and then his own. Next he undressed her, removing her knit top over her head and unzipping her jeans. She helped pull them off with a little tug, ready to give up her mind and body to sleep.

Tony covered them both with a quilted throw and tucked her in close. She reveled in his warmth and breathed in his musky scent despite herself. “Just for the record, sweetheart,” he began, “I’m not here just because of the promise I made to David. It goes much deeper than that. And I think you know it.”

Rena flinched inwardly, confusion marring her good judgment. She should pull away from Tony, refusing his warmth and comfort. She couldn’t deal with his pronouncement. She couldn’t wrap her mind around what he’d just implied. Yet at the same time, she needed his arms around her. She needed to be held and cradled and reassured.

Was she that weak?

Or just human?

“Good night, Rena.” Tony kissed her lips lightly, putting finality to the night. “Sleep well.”

Rena slept soundly for the better part of the night but roused at 3:00 a.m. to find Tony gone from bed. Curious, she slipped on her robe and padded down the hallway. She found him sprawled out on the living room sofa with his eyes closed. He made an enticing sight, his chest bare, his long lean, incredible body and handsome face more than any woman could ever hope to have in a mate.

Rena shivered from the coolness in the room. She
grabbed an afghan from the chair and gently covered Tony, making sure not to wake him. She lingered for just one moment then turned to leave.

“Don’t go,” he whispered.

Surprised, Rena spun around to meet Tony’s penetrating gaze. “I thought you were asleep.”

“I was—on and off.” Tony sat up, planting his feet on the ground and leaning forward to spread his fingers through his hair.

“Sorry if I disturbed your sleep.”

Tony chuckled without humor. “You did. You do.”

Stunned by his blunt honesty, Rena blinked.

“Sleeping next to you isn’t easy, Rena.” Tony shook his head as if shaking out cobwebs. “Sorry, I wish I could be more honorable, but you’re a handful of temptation.”

Rena’s mouth formed an “oh.”

Tony stared at her. “You shouldn’t find it shocking that I want to sleep with you. You remember how we were together.”

Rena’s spine stiffened. “Maybe you should sleep in another room.”

“I have a better idea.” He took her wrist and tugged her down. She landed on his lap. Immediately, he stretched out on the sofa, taking her with him. “Maybe I should make love to my wife.”

A gasp escaped from her due to his sudden move. “Oh.”

He untied the belt on her robe, his tone dead serious. “I want you.”

His hands came up to push the robe off her shoulders,
revealing the bra and panties she’d slept in. His appreciative gaze heated the blood in her veins. “You can’t blame me for that.”

“No. But for so many other things,” she said quietly.

“I get it, sweetheart. I understand.” Tony pulled the robe free, exposing her fully.

Positioned provocatively, feeling his hard length pressing against her, excitement zipped through her system. Her breathing rough, she barely managed to utter the question. “Do you?”

“Yes, I do. And I want to make it up to you. Let me do that,” Tony said, cupping his hand around her head and bringing her mouth to his. He kissed her softly. “Let me wipe away the pain.” Again his lips met hers. “Let me help you heal, sweet Rena. You’ve been through so much.”

His sincerity, his tone, the breathtaking way he looked at her softened the hardness around her heart. She wanted to heal, to release her defenses, to feel whole again.

“Tony,” she breathed out, unsure of her next move.

“It’s your call, sweetheart,” he said, stroking her back in a loving way that created tingles along her spine. Another notch of her defenses fell.

Images flashed of the good times she’d had with Tony. The fun, the laughter and the earth-shattering lovemaking they’d shared. As much as she wanted to forget, the good memories came back every time he touched her. “I want the pain to go away,” she whispered
with honesty. Even if it was only for a short time tonight.

“Then let me take you there.”

She closed her eyes, nodding in relief, surrendering herself to the moment. “Yes.”

Rena touched his chest, her fingers probing, searching, tantalizing and teasing. He felt incredibly good. Strong. Powerful. She itched to touch him all over.

Bringing her head down to his, she claimed his mouth in a lingering kiss. She took it slow, pushing aside her misgivings. His body seemed in tune with hers. Every little action she took brought his sexy reaction. Every moan she uttered, he answered with a groan. She liked being in control. It was the first time she’d ever taken the reins so fully, and Tony seemed to understand what she needed. He encouraged her with a gleam in his eyes and a willing body.

“I’m all yours,” he whispered.

Her breath caught. She knew he meant it sexually, but Rena seized on the reality of that statement. He was all hers. But what she didn’t know was, could she ever be
all his?

“You’re thinking again,” Tony scolded with a smile.

“Guilty as charged.” Rena reached around to unhook her bra, freeing her breasts. Letting her bra drop, she freed her mind as well, pushing all thoughts away but the immediate here and now.

Tony reached for her then, his touch an exquisite caress of tenderness and caring. He kissed her lovingly, cherishing every morsel of her body with his lips and
hands until his unexpected compassion seeped into her soul.

Their lovemaking was sedate and measured, careful and unflappable one moment, then crazy and wild, fierce and fiery the next. They moved in ups and downs, from highs to lows, they learned and taught, giving joy and pleasure to one another. The night knew no bounds. And when it came time to release their pent-up tension, Rena rose above Tony, straddling his legs. He held on to her hips and guided her. Taking him in felt natural, familiar and so right. She enjoyed every ounce of pleasure derived from their joining. She moved with restless yearning, her body flaming, all rational thought discarded.

Tony watched her, his eyes never wavering, his body meeting her every demand. He was the man she’d always wanted, the man she’d been destined to love. He’d pushed his way back into her life, but Rena couldn’t trust in him, not fully, not yet. But each time they came together, her resolve slipped just a little, and her heartache slowly ebbed.

When she couldn’t hold on any longer, her skin prickling, her flesh tingling and her body at its absolute limit, she moaned in ecstasy.

“Let go, sweetheart,” Tony encouraged.

And she shuddered, her orgasm strong. She cried out his name when her final release came. Tony tightened his hold on her and joined her in a climax, taking them both to heaven.

Rena lowered down, spent. Tony wrapped her into his arms and kissed her forehead. “Do you still hate me?” he asked.

“Yes,” she replied without hesitation. “But not as much as before.”

Tony squeezed her tighter and chuckled almost inaudibly. “Guess, I’m going to have to work on that.”

During the next week, Tony left Rena during the day to work on saving her winery. He made calls out of his Napa office, meeting with customers personally to explain the new pricing structures. Tony liked winning but not at the expense of others trying to eke out a living. If there was a contract he could renegotiate, Tony was on top of it.

He made sure that their company held their own in the marketplace, but with Joe’s help they’d come up with a pricing plan that would realize profits and still allow the smaller wineries to compete.

Unlike his father, Tony didn’t need to crush his opponents. The company’s profits would go up on certain types of wine while the other local wineries of comparable quality would also make a profit on their specialties. It was a win-win situation in his opinion.

Satisfied with what he’d accomplished today, he called it quits, gathering up the papers on his desk. He was anxious to get home to Rena. Little by little, she was coming around, softening to him, smiling more and looking less and less guilty about their circumstances.

As he got ready to leave, he pondered how at night he’d join her in bed, and more times than not, they’d make love. Slow and sweet one time then wild and hot another time. Tony never knew what the night would
bring. Some nights, when both were exhausted, they’d just fall asleep in each other’s arms.

Tony enjoyed waking up next to Rena in the mornings. With her hair messy and her eyes hazy with sleep, she’d look at him and smile softly for a second or two before her memories returned and a haunted look would enter her eyes.

He clung to those few seconds in his mind, telling himself that one day that troubled look would be gone forever and she’d accept him completely as her husband and the father of her baby.

Tony smiled at the thought. Rena’s stomach showed signs of the baby now. He was amazed at how quickly her body had transformed, her belly growing rounder each day.

“Excuse me, Tony,” Ali said, stepping into his office.

Tony glanced at her, and as usual, the same thought flitted in his mind. He couldn’t believe Joe wasn’t interested in this vital, gorgeous, very capable woman.

“There’s a call for you. From your agent. A mister Ben Harper? He says it’s important. Line one.”

Tony’s smile faded. “Okay, thanks.” He glanced at the flashing red light. He couldn’t ignore Harper anymore. “I’ll get it in here.”

He waited until Ali walked away before picking up the phone. “Hello, Ben.”

His agent read him the riot act for not returning his calls. Tony slammed his eyes shut, listening to his tirade.
“You know damn well you’re under contract. My ass is on the line, too.”

“It’s not a good time right now,” Tony said.

“You told me that two months ago. They gave you an extension because of your father’s death, and you were recovering from your injuries, but I can’t put them off much longer. They’re threatening a lawsuit, for heaven’s sake. You need to give me something.
Now,
Tony.”

Tony sighed into the receiver, caving in to these last few contractual commitments. He still had an endorsement deal with EverStrong Tires and was expected to do interviews for a few of the races. “How long will it take?”

“Filming could take up to a week for the commercial.”

“When?”

“Yesterday.”

“Make it for next week, Ben. I’ll do my best.”

“You better be there, Tony. You’ve pushed them too far as it is. And don’t forget, you’re expected at Dover International Speedway for the first interview.”

“I’ll be there.”

“I’ll call you with the details.”

“I’m holding my breath,” he mumbled and hung up. He paced the office, shaking his head. Things were just getting better with Rena, and he didn’t want that to end.

Rena hated anything to do with racing. Understandably so, but Tony had no choice in the matter. The last thing he needed was a lawsuit. And, if he were truly honest with himself, he missed the racing scene. Tony had
recognized that it was time to leave it behind. Exit while still on top, they say. He’d accomplished what he’d set out to do, but a man doesn’t lose his passion that easily. His blood still stirred with excitement when he stepped foot on the raceway.

The difference was that now Rena and the baby took precedence over racing. He was committed to his marriage and determined to get that same commitment from her.

Tony left the office and drove to Purple Fields, eager to see Rena. He entered the house and found her finishing a conversation on the phone in the kitchen. He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, his hands spreading across her stomach. He caressed her tiny round belly and nibbled on her throat. It had only been a few days that she’d allowed him this intimacy, and Tony couldn’t get enough. “Who was that?” he asked, setting his chin on her shoulder.