Free Foolish Games by Tracy Solheim Page A

while Carly sat quietly at the kitchen table.
    “I was doing you a favor, Jules. Will’s a guy. A linebacker. God knows what he would have picked out.”
    “It doesn’t matter what he would have picked out! I don’t want to wear a ring. Don’t you get it? This isn’t a real marriage. This”—she waved her hand in front of Carly’s face—“makes it real!”
    Carly grabbed her hand and guided her down into a chair beside her. “Here’s a little news flash: This marriage is real. Legally, anyway.”
    Julianne slumped in the chair, deflated. “I’m such a hypocrite. I just promised to love a man I barely know for as long as we both shall live. What was I thinking?”
    “You were thinking of Owen. And I told you that you didn’t have to go through with this marriage. Something could have been worked out, but you are bent on punishing yourself.”
    Except punishing herself was the only way she could alleviate the guilt she felt. Shaking herself, she quickly pulled on what her brother referred to as her Scarlett O’Hara persona.
    “No, I just need to stop feeling sorry for myself. This marriage is the best scenario for Owen right now. A mother has to sacrifice for her children. You’ll see when your baby comes.”
    Carly placed a hand on her belly as her jaw dropped open.
    “That move right there,” Julianne pointed to Carly’s hand caressing her stomach. “It’s a dead giveaway. Not to mention the dopey look your husband has on his face every time he’s passed the nursery this past week.”
    “Jules, I . . . we . . . well, we haven’t said anything to anyone yet. It didn’t seem right given what you were going through,” Carly whispered.
    Julianne forced a smile on her face. “Don’t be silly. If you’d waited six months to tell me, I would have deserved it. But don’t hide your joy because my life is messed up. You and Shane did things the right way. Be happy. I’m happy for you.” And she was. But if she were telling the truth, she’d admit to also being a tiny bit jealous.
    Carly pulled her in for a hug. “You’re doing the right thing, too. I know you’ll find your happiness. Maybe even where you least expect it.”
    Julianne broke their embrace and stood to pace the kitchen again. “Carly, don’t start dreaming. There’s not going to be a happily ever after with this marriage. The only thing Will and I have in common is Owen. It would take a lot more than migraine pills for me to fall back into bed with him.”
    “Well, that’s reassuring.” Will’s voice was laced with acrimony as he spoke behind her. “Nice to know I won’t need to padlock my door at night.”
    Julianne spun on her heels to face him. She’d avoided looking at him all morning, which only made their marriage ceremony more awkward. If the judge noticed she’d recited her vows to the lapel of Will’s beautifully tailored charcoal suit, he didn’t acknowledge it. Likely he’d been paid well not to mention details of their wedding to anyone.
    But she couldn’t avoid meeting his gaze any longer. She had to steady herself on her high heels when she did. Will was breathtakingly stunning in his anger. That stubborn jaw called out to her to run her fingers, or her tongue, along his skin to relax his mouth. Julianne clenched her fingers on the edge of the table in order to keep her balance. Or keep them by her side, she wasn’t exactly sure. Animosity was reflected in his green eyes along with that something that seemed to call out to her body. Something she couldn’t define, but that almost had her stepping toward him before Carly jumped between them.
    “Hey!” Carly held out a hand in front of Will and Julianne. “You both just promised to love one another. It doesn’t have to be love in the physical sense, but you could try being nice to one another.”
    “I
am
nice, Carly. So nice, in fact, that I came in here to check and see if my . . .
wife
is okay. She looked a little peaked out there