One Perfect Man. Lynda Sandoval

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СКАЧАТЬ we can wait to do a lot of the legwork until after that. I’ll spend the rest of this month planning. You concentrate on school. I’ve got the festival and some other assignments, too.” She checked her PalmPilot, which she’d retrieved from her bag. “Does that work for you, Tomás?”

      “Absolutely, if you think you can swing everything. But perhaps you and I…can we meet briefly, say, once a week for a progress update? Just a coffee or lunch in town—”

      “Or dinner,” suggested Hope. Ruby and Tomás turned to her, surprise in their expressions.

      Erica made a notation in her PalmPilot, ignoring the dinner prompt altogether. “Coffee works. We can set some times….”

      Tomás gripped the top of Hope’s head in his hand and shook playfully. “Let me get this one off to bed and we can talk a few minutes before you leave, coordinate things.”

      “Dad,” Hope groaned, standing up. “I can go to bed myself, you know. I’m not a baby.”

      “I know, I know, so you keep telling me.” He smacked her playfully on the backside. “You run on then.”

      Hope blinked shyly at Erica. “Thanks for coming over, Erica. I hope you liked dinner.”

      “You’re welcome, and it was great. We’ll talk soon?”

      Hope giggled. “Okay.” She turned to her dad. “Erica loves puppies. She thinks everyone should have one.”

      Tomás smirked in Erica’s direction. “Thanks a lot.”

      Erica just grinned.

      Ruby wheeled back from the table. “If you two don’t mind, I’ll retire also. It’s been a long day.”

      “Of course, Rube. You go on.”

      The older woman turned to their guest. “Erica, it’s been such a pleasure. Do come back sometime soon.”

      “Oh, believe me,” Erica replied, laughter in her tone. “I’m going to need your help on this quinceañera. I fear you’ll see so much of me you’ll be begging me to leave.”

      Tomás watched as the two women shook hands. Somehow, he couldn’t imagine ever growing tired of Erica’s company. He could tell by Ruby’s amused, knowing stare that she agreed, and also that she knew what he’d been thinking.

      On that note, what in the hell had he been thinking? After fourteen years of avoiding even the remote possibility of entanglements that might put Hope in a vulnerable position, he’d willingly brought a beautiful woman into his house, into all their lives, even if only for business reasons. She was here, and the memory of her, he knew, would linger even when she’d left.

      Hope liked her. Ruby liked her.

      He even liked her, maybe a little too much.

      He avoided entanglements, sure, but he’d never claimed to be celibate, and right now his libido was in rage mode. Damn. What had he been thinking, indeed?

      Chapter Five

      After the Garza women, young and old, retreated to their bedrooms, Erica accepted one last cup of coffee and joined Tomás on the back patio to discuss their meeting schedule and some last-minute details. The rural night beyond the light of the stake lanterns loomed black and silent, save the steady insect symphony and the intermittent, far-off howl of coyotes.

      Resisting the languor brought on by the ambience, they got down to business immediately. Once they’d plugged a few meeting dates and backup options into their calendars, they sat back with completion. The setting instantly felt intimate to Erica, the company at once comfortable and disconcerting. She found herself determined to keep things friendly with Tomás, to stop shying away from him. She ran her palm along the smooth-sanded armrests of the hand-carved lounger, reveling in her feeling of ease around Tomás and yet not trusting herself for it. She fell back, once again, on small talk.

      “I’ll give you one thing.” She patted her stomach. “You weren’t kidding when you said you could cook.”

      He smiled, and the play of torchlight on his face showed her that his beard was coming in. A gentle breeze tossed loose strands of his long hair against his cheek. He looked at once rough and serene, unguarded but still emotionally distant. Politely so. He looked…so sexy. Gorgeous and dangerous and inaccessible—an enticing mix no matter the circumstances.

      “Well,” he said, a little wryly, “I’m glad you enjoyed the meal. When life throws you into single fatherhood at the age of seventeen, you find the time to learn all kinds of skills. Cooking is second nature to me now.”

      Wow. It was the most he’d admitted about his rather enigmatic life since they’d met, and she didn’t quite know how to respond. Luckily, she didn’t have to. Before she’d completed one tight swallow, Tomás went on.

      “On that note, there are a couple of things you should know, Erica, since you’re going to be spending time alone with my daughter, which is something I don’t allow many people to do.” He slid her an almost apologetic glance. “I don’t like to think of them as rules, but…”

      A small pause. Her wariness returned like a shifting wind. She managed to remain still and keep the apprehension from her tone. At least she hoped. “Okay.”

      For a moment, all she heard were the crickets. When he started to speak, his voice was low.

      “Her mother left us. We were never married, but then again—” a self-deprecating shrug “—we were kids.” He leaned forward in his chair, elbows on knees, rubbing his palms together slowly. A myriad of emotions crossed his face. Anger, disappointment, sadness, resolve. “Hope doesn’t know her, has never known her. And…we don’t talk about it.” His gaze met hers then, level and full of meaning, and the motions with his hands stopped. “I’d appreciate it if you’d respect that.”

      Her stomach tightened. Could she believe what she was hearing? “Ever?”

      “What do you mean?”

      “You don’t discuss Hope’s mother ever?”

      He shrugged. “She was two years older than Hope is now when…when it happened.” He seemed to go pale at the thought but shook it off quickly. “She left when Hope was still nursing, never looked back. Why talk about a mother who never wanted to be involved in my daughter’s life? Who never was involved? What’s the point?”

      Closure? Catharsis? Erica could think of a lot of reasons, but none, she knew, that would convince this man. And really, was it any of her business? Still, she couldn’t keep from voicing the questions swirling around in her mind. She moistened her lips, treading cautiously. “Hope’s okay with that?”

      He blew out a weary sigh, but his tension seemed to ease slightly. He smoothed one hand slowly down his face. “I don’t know. She never speaks of her mother. Nothing to speak about. I mean, she doesn’t know the woman.”

      But wouldn’t that fact in and of itself be something to discuss, Erica wondered? Ah, well. It wasn’t her family, definitely wasn’t her problem. If Tomás wanted her to pretend that Hope had been miraculously born without a mother, she would. And she’d pass Go, and collect five thousand dollars—no СКАЧАТЬ