“Obviously you’re telling me about Zachary’s life.”

Anton grinned and slowly sipped his brandy. “You noticed his remoteness quickly. I thought knowing all this would help you. Zach’s never had the security that a caring home and family provide. He’s never really experienced love, except what he shared with his sister, Beth Ann. His life has been a long progression of painful experiences. By sheer force of will, he’s managed to overcome every obstacle placed in his path. I realize Zachary Thomas isn’t going to win any Mr. Personality contests, but by heaven, he’s earned my respect.”

Janine had rarely heard such emotion in her grandfather’s voice. “Zach told you all this?”

Anton’s laughter echoed through the room. “You’re joking, aren’t you? Zach has never spoken of his past to me. I doubt that he has to anyone.”

“You had him investigated?”

Gramps puffed on his cigar before answering. “It was necessary, although I’d guessed early on that his life hadn’t been a bed of roses.”

“It’s all very sad, isn’t it?”

“You’re going to be very good for him, my dear.”

Janine blinked. “Me?”

“Yes, you. You’re going to teach him to laugh and enjoy life. But most important, you’re going to teach him about love.”

She hesitated, uncertain of her grandfather’s meaning. “I don’t think I understand. I realize Zach and I will probably see each other now and then since he’s assuming your responsibilities with the company, but I don’t see how I could have any great impact on his life.”

Gramps smiled, a slow lazy smile that curved the corners of his mouth. “That’s where you’re wrong, my dear. You’re going to play a very big role in Zach’s life, and he in yours.”

Janine was still confused. “Perhaps I missed something this afternoon. I thought you made Zach the chairman of the board.”

“I did.” A lazy swirl of smoke circled his head.

“I don’t understand where I come into the picture.”

“I don’t suppose you do,” he said softly. “You see, Janine, I’ve chosen Zachary to be your husband.”

CHAPTER TWO

For a stunned moment, Janine said nothing. “You’re teasing, aren’t you, Gramps?”

“No,” he said, lighting a second cigar. He paused to stare at the glowing tip, his eyes filled with mischief—and with something else, less easily defined. “I’m serious.”

“But…” Janine’s thoughts were so jumbled she couldn’t make sense of them herself, let alone convey her feelings to her grandfather.

“I’ve been giving the matter serious consideration for some time now. Zach’s perfect for you and you’re the ideal complement to him. You’re going to have beautiful blond-haired children.”

“But…” Janine discovered she was absolutely speechless. One minute she was listening to a touching story, and the next her grandfather was telling her about the husband he’d arranged for her—and even the color of her children’s hair.

“Once you think about it,” Gramps said confidently, “I’m sure you’ll agree with me. Zach is a fine young man, and he’ll make you an excellent husband.”