couldn't afford to make any mistakes. "You have no other personal entanglements that would come in the way of our arrangement?"
"Personal entanglements?"
"A boyfriend? A lover?" Moses had told him to make sure there was no one who might instigate Sara Adams to cause trouble later.
Her face went bright red as she said. "No."
He hated intruding in her personal life, but it had to be done.
"It's absolutely imperative you realize that though this is an unusual job, I will not permit any kind of familiarity. As far as you and I are concerned you are my employee, nothing more, nothing less."
"Of course." Sara couldn't prevent the stuffiness that crept into her voice. She wasn't the type to straighten her employer's tie, or climb into his lap to discuss his daughter's progress.
Jason heard the note of hauteur. He'd offended her, but it couldn't be helped. "There will be times when we're both in awkward situations, but handled professionally, I think we can make this work."
"I do, too." Did the man consider diaper changing and cleaning up after a kid, `awkward situations'?
"I know tomorrow is Saturday, but as I'm rushed for time, would you mind meeting me at the lawyer's office at ten?"
Sara's brows shot up. She seemed to have lost the thread of Jason Graham's conversation again. "Lawyer's office?"
"We have to go over the terms of the prenuptial agreement, before I can get a special license."
Sara stared at Jason Graham. Had nervousness affected her auditory system? Maybe she should have borrowed Uncle Samuel's hearing aid for the occasion.
"P...prenuptial agreement?" she stammered finally.
Jason nodded. Why on earth was she looking so surprised? Surely she couldn't be that naive. "It's very common these days, and it's the best way of protecting the interests of both parties before marriage."
"M...Marriage?"
Jason nodded again, watching Sara Adams go white.
"Surely," he said impatiently, "you had marriage in mind when you put that ad into the Catch Basin?"
"The C...Catch Basin?" She never even read the matrimonial page of the Valley View. She only knew about the section because Claire always talked about the ads she put in there for herself.
Jason bent and picked up the magazine from the side pocket of Kelsey's diaper bag. It was opened at the page her ad was on.
"My secretary knows how concerned I am about the lawsuit. She showed me the ad and suggested a business marriage might provide the perfect solution to my problem."
Sara stared at the highlighted ad blankly, before her gaze went to the top of the page. Horror jumped in to share the space with surprise. Not only had Claire changed the wording of the ad, she'd put it into the matrimonial section of the Valley View. How could she have done something like that?
Busy cleaning the house and packing Uncle Samuel's clothes and a collection of thirty five years of things he'd never thrown away had kept Sara so busy she hadn't thought to check the ad herself.
"It's all a m...mistake."
Jason's eyes narrowed. Why the sudden about face?
"There's no mistake," he said grimly. "You put in an ad I answered it."
"M...My friend was supposed to put this ad into the `Jobs wanted', column. I don't know how it got into the Catch Basin section."
She should never have agreed to Claire's plan in the first place.
"You see I needed a job badly," she explained quickly. "My friend Claire works for the Valley View. She said no one would notice if she slipped an extra ad in...."
Sara stared at the tablecloth. Her mouth was running away with her. She shouldn't have told him what Claire had done.
Making quick decisions were all part of being a businessman. Metaphoric arm twisting was something he'd never indulged in, but in this instance it was the only thing he could think of.
"I answered the ad in good faith," he said sternly, suppressing the rising tide of guilt. "Even if it was a mix-up, what