The Trophy Wife
Lady, when the clock strikes midnight, you're history!To settle an old score, dark and brooding Tripp Calhoun needed a wife for the night. Amber Colton could light up a room in five seconds, and even though her high-society pedigree clashed with his rough-hewn upbringing, she fit the bill perfectly. But what began as a "business trip" soon gave way to an outpouring of pent-up desire and shared dreams. Never before had he let a woman close enough to touch his tormented soul. Would the hardheaded doctor, used to controlling his own destiny, allow his trophy wife to close the deal?
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JOE COLTONâS JOURNAL
My marriage is self-destructing before my eyes. How can the woman Iâve loved for a lifetime have changed so much? I hardly recognize her anymore. Good thing I have Tripp Calhounâs visit to lift my spirits. Who would have guessed that the troubled teenage gang banger who first showed up at the Hopechest Ranch would grow up to be a caring doctor? Heâs done us all proud. Heâs in Prosperino for businessâand to attend the wedding of a former flame. Pride demands that he make an appearance, and heâs sweet-talked my daughter, Amber, into being his trophy date. Those two are so good at âpretendingâ that the sizzling electricity they generate is powerful enough to heat up the entire Hacienda de Alegria Estate! Too bad the hardheaded Tripp isnât looking to settle down with a âpamperedâ Colton heiress. But come on, now. His true feelings are more transparent than Meredithâs totally inappropriate new wardrobe. And if I can see the writing on the wall, itâs just a matter of time before my savvy daughter does, tooâ¦.
About the Author
SANDRA STEFFEN
Two things Sandra Steffen loves are challenges and happy endings. What could be more challenging than throwing a spoiled heiress and a struggling young doctor with a chip on his shoulder together in a pretend engagement? Thatâs exactly what happens in The Trophy Wife. Sparks fly, tempers flare and of course love finds a wayâ¦or does it? This national bestselling author and winner of the 1994 National Readersâ Choice Award was up for the challenge and is immensely proud of Tripp and Amberâs story.
Sandra grew up in Michigan in a large, close-knit family. In keeping with this tradition, she and her husband are the proud parents of four sons.
Meet the Coltonsâ
a California dynasty with a legacy of privilege and power.
Tripp Calhoun: The deceptive doctor. Anxious to save face in front of an old girlfriend, this pediatrician needs a date for one nightâ¦and gorgeous, accomplished Amber Colton seems the answer to his prayers.
Amber Colton: The trophy date. This sophisticated businesswomanâs eyes had been wide open when she agreed to be the doctorâs date for one night. But now that their contract has ended, sheâd like to make their agreement a lot more bindingâ¦.
Meredith Colton: The missing mother. Desperate to believe the fantastic story sheâs just been told, this amnesia victim has a sudden flashback and knows her true identity. Now sheâs just waiting for the right moment to return to Prosperino.
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
One
Amber Colton stared at her bare feet. Her nail polish was chipped on the big toenail of her left foot. She sighed. She checked her fingernails and sighed again. There had to be more to life than nail polish.
If she listened hard enough, she could hear the ocean. She could smell it on the air, too, but she couldnât feel it. Whether it had been due to luck or planning, this portion of the garden was protected from the cool wind that could blow in off the ocean at a momentâs notice no matter what the season.
Looping one arm around her bent knees, she shaded her eyes and studied the cotton-candy clouds in the sky. There was a time when finding clouds shaped like elephants, mushrooms and all sorts of other objects had kept her and her brothers and sisters busy for hours at a time. Back then, the patio surrounding the pool had been wet constantly from so many children splashing, and voices, sometimes a dozen at a time, rang through the courtyard.
And Amber had never been bored.
She pushed a shock of her strawberry-blond hair away from her face and rose to her feet. She never should have come home in this mood. She should have taken her friends up on their invitation to go to the Cayman Islands with them. But she just couldnât muster up enough enthusiasm to brave the airsickness that inevitably plagued her when she flew, just to watch the sun go down from another hemisphere.
It was the same sun. The same life. The same feeling of restlessness that threatened to drive her to tears. No, not to tears. Amber Colton didnât cry, not anymore.
At twenty-six she was far too young for boredom and restlessness to become a permanent condition. It would pass. She shouldnât have taken today off, thatâs all. But lately despite the fact that her work at the Hopechest Foundation was meaningful and worthwhile, she felt as if something was missing, and had been for a long time. Sheâd had vacation time to use up and sheâd been missing her dad something awful, so sheâd driven out from Fort Bragg to her childhood home in Prosperino to visit him. Still, Amber felt terribly alone. And bored. God, yes, she was bored.
Sheâd been bored last night, too. Her friend Claire Davis must have heard it in her voice when Amber had called her last night. Claire had shown up at the ranch at five this morning. Amber glanced at the woman who was sleeping soundly in the shade on the other side of the pool. Claire was a good friend. Amber sighed. A good friend who just happened to be nocturnal.
