Part 17 (1/2)

Ben went to the kitchen to pack a cooler. He'd asked Kate to buy enough food to last them a couple of weeks. She'd gone shopping while he and Gina were getting clothes, booze, and condoms.

He shook his head thinking how stupid he'd been to push Gina that morning. He knew she was skittish, and he'd gone ahead and pushed anyway. In his mind, going without a condom didn't make a difference as long as they were both healthy and she was on the pill. Obviously, her mind was wired differently. He wasn't sure why that bothered him, but it did. He wished he knew why. He thought she would trust him enough to know he wouldn't lie about something as important as his or her health, but then he'd lied about being gay. He wanted to kick himself for about the hundredth time for that one. He should be thanking his lucky stars she hadn't held it against him. Not much anyway, or maybe just not yet. With Gina, he never knew. She made no sense to him. He wondered if that was a woman thing, or just a Gina thing.

When Ben made it into the kitchen he found Gina sitting with Kate drinking coffee. ”Hey Gina, I don't mean to break up your coffee klatch, but you might want to go finish packing. We need to leave.”

She stood up and gave him the evil eye. ”What do I need to pack?”

”Everything.”

”Then why did you have me unpack this morning?”

Kate got up and grabbed the cooler from the mudroom. ”Ben, why don't you go and help Gina, and I'll get started in here.”

Kate and Gina gave each other a look that mystified Ben. He knew all of Kate's looks, and this was a new one on him. ”Okay, if you're sure.”

”I don't mind. You two go on.”

Ben followed Gina back to the bedroom and when he entered, she turned on him. ”You could have warned me that Kate was in on this whole matrimonial fiasco. I don't appreciate being blindsided by your surrogate mother.”

”What?”

Gina tossed her clothes out of the drawers and onto the bed. ”You heard me.”

”I didn't think she'd say something to you. Kate figured it out on her own. I should have known I couldn't get anything past her, and I couldn't lie to her.”

”You probably should have thought about that before you proposed to Karma. And that's just one more thing you blindsided me with, or Kate did.”

”Whoa, I told you I asked a family friend.”

”Yeah, but Karma is a whole lot more than a family friend and you know it. Is there anything else I'm gonna get hit with? If there is, you'd better tell me now because I'm quickly losing my patience.”

”No, that's it. I'm sorry.”

”It's no wonder Kate hated me on sight. Men like you should come with warning signs.”

Gina began throwing all her clothes from the drawers into her bag. With everything he'd bought her earlier, her bag was way too small, not that she seemed to notice or care.

”Here, let me give you a duffel bag to use.” He rummaged through the closet and came out with a bag and the jeans she'd hung up earlier. He felt like a real a.s.s. He hadn't expected Kate to say something to Gina and wished he knew what went down. He'd ask Gina, but she didn't look like she was in the mood to do anything except maybe make his life miserable. Not that he blamed her.

Ben took over folding her clothes and placing them neatly into the duffel bag while she went to retrieve her toiletries. By the time she returned, he'd re-packed most of her things. She tossed her makeup bag on top of her clothes and he grabbed her before she could get away from him. He pulled her close and she stood board straight, with a don't-f.u.c.k-with-me look pasted on her cute little face. He wanted to kiss it right off, but since she looked as if she might bite him, and not in a good way, he didn't. ”I really am sorry. I screwed up. All I can say is I'll try not to do it anymore.”

”See that you don't.” She turned away from him and zipped the duffel closed. ”I'll go help Kate while you pack the car.”

Ben took her hand. ”You don't have to.”

Gina just raised an eyebrow. ”Yeah, I do. I like Kate. I'd feel better if she didn't hate me. Just let me go and help her, okay?”

”Sure, but Gina, she doesn't hate you. She's probably more p.i.s.sed with me than anything.”

Gina shook her head. ”She might be p.i.s.sed with you, but she loves you. It's different, she doesn't know me from Adam, and now she thinks I'm a wh.o.r.e trying to separate you from your money. I didn't sign up for that.”

”Hey, Kate would never think that.”

”Yeah, right. Think about it, Ben-what makes me so different from any other wh.o.r.e?”

”Everything. I came to you. It's a business transaction. Besides, I had to talk you into it.”

Gina nodded. ”Yeah, and I put up a h.e.l.l of a fight, and now...” She shook her head. ”Before, you were gay and I wasn't sleeping with you. I had my own reasons for taking the deal but now, even I'm I'm questioning my story.” questioning my story.”

Ben wrapped his arms around her. ”Hey, it's not like that. You're not a wh.o.r.e. You're my wife. We're legally married. You're getting no more money than any woman I married would and it's not as if I'm leaving it on the bedside table. I've never had to pay anyone to sleep with me.”

Gina blew her bangs out of her eyes. ”Don't worry, cowboy. You're rep is safe and sound. No one has accused you of being a John.”

”If anyone insinuated that the only reason you're sleeping with me is because I'm paying you, that's exactly what they're doing.”

”No, Kate said I married you because you paid me. It's not the same thing.”

”Yet, that's how you took it.”

Gina didn't say anything; she stared at him as if he was insane. He couldn't stand it anymore; he bent down and kissed the creases that formed between her brows before he trailed his lips down to her ear. ”I can't be in the same room with you and not want to make love to you. Even when you're p.i.s.sed at me, I want you, but I never want you to feel cheap.”

Gina just laughed and pulled away, grabbing her own neck and trying to ma.s.sage away the tension he'd felt running through her. ”Don't worry about it, Ben. At $35,000 a day, I hardly feel cheap.”

After Gina helped Kate pack up more food than two people could possibly eat in a month, she said good-bye to Joe who insisted on giving her a hug. Heck, even Kate hugged her. Gina endured it by shooting imaginary darts at Ben's head. She was sure he'd said something to Kate. Frankly, Gina would rather have Kate's blatant dislike than forced affection. Before Gina got in the car, Kate ran out and gave her a pair of gloves. She said it would be cold up there in the mornings. Where the heck was Ben taking her anyway? The tundra?

Ben received another hug and kiss from Kate before he got behind the wheel of the Land Rover. It felt really weird to be in the front seat of a car. As a matter of fact, she couldn't remember a time when she'd ever ridden in the front seat. In New York taxis, the pa.s.sengers almost always ride in the back.

Gina took control of the radio, something she'd never had the opportunity to do. She flipped through the pre-set stations, looking for something that fit her mood. After going through them twice, Ben handed her his iPod.

”You might as well see if this has anything on it you feel like listening to. We'll have a hard time getting a decent radio station once we get farther into the mountains anyway.”

”We have a hard time getting a decent radio station now.” Gina had, of course, seen people with iPods. Heck, everyone she knew had one except her. When she didn't move as fast as he deemed acceptable, he set the radio, put the iPod on the docking station, clicked something, and music poured out of the speakers. Nifty. She just hoped he didn't have c.r.a.p taste in music. What came on was an eclectic mix; there was country to rock, new age, jazz, and everything in between. ”How many songs do you have on here?”

He touched a b.u.t.ton and pointed to the s.p.a.ce over the picture of the alb.u.m cover. It said one of twenty-two thousand six hundred forty-three.

”You have over twenty-two thousand songs?”

Ben flipped his turn signal on as he stopped at a stop sign. ”Sounds about right.”

Gina turned in her seat toward him. ”Do you mean to tell me you have twenty-two thousand dollars tied up in music?”

Ben shrugged. ”I had a large music collection before I downloaded everything, but I guess over the years, I've spent that much. It's not as if I sit on iTunes and just buy whatever I see.”

”You could buy a car with that much money, and it's all sitting here on your iPod.”

”Yeah, I guess. What's on yours?”

”My what?”