Sweet Trouble. Susan Mallery

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      “Yesterday.”

      “Did you meet Gabe?”

      “No. She brought pictures.” Photos that Nicole had looked at last night. “He looks a lot like her ex-boyfriend.” Nicole had seen that at once. She glared at Claire. “Don’t you say it.”

      “Say what?”

      “That who Gabe’s father is means something.”

      Claire glanced at her daughter, then lowered her voice. “She was never involved with Drew.”

      “How do you know?”

      “She told me.”

      Jesse had tried to tell Nicole, too, only she hadn’t wanted to hear it. Or maybe she just wasn’t ready to play that old game of trying to figure out the truth.

      “I’ll never be sure,” Nicole said at last.

      “Sometimes you have to take a leap of faith. She’s your sister. Doesn’t that mean something?”

      It meant Jesse had the power to hurt her more than most people. Something she’d done time and time again.

      “I believe her,” Claire said. “She’s a part of my family and I have to give her the benefit of the doubt.”

      “I don’t,” Nicole said flatly. “She’s had too many chances already.”

      “That was a long time ago.”

      “I don’t believe she’s changed. She’s going to have to prove herself to me first.”

      “Is there anything she can do to convince you or are you setting her up to fail?”

      Nicole considered the question, then gave an honest answer. “I don’t know.”

      JESSE PULLED THE BROWNIES from the oven and stared at the pan. They looked perfect, as did the other three batches she’d already made that morning, but maybe she would try again.

      “Obsess much?” she muttered to herself, knowing that she couldn’t do any more than her best. Either Nicole would admit the brownies were fabulous, or she wouldn’t and there was very little Jesse could do to change the outcome.

      Being rational and calm were still attributes she was working on and this seemed like a great opportunity to practice. Wasn’t it great how life was always teaching lessons?

      She set the brownies on the cooling racks, then jumped when her cell phone rang. A quick check of the display showed her a 206 area code, which meant Seattle, and a number she didn’t recognize.

      “Hello?”

      “Jesse? It’s Matt. I’d like to meet my son.”

      Her heart jumped into overdrive while her throat tightened. Just like that, she thought, trying not to panic. No preliminaries or idle conversation. Just right to the point.

      “He would like that as well,” she said, hoping she sounded relaxed and at ease. She knew Matt’s office was in Bellevue and remembered a large McDonald’s close by, with a play area. Having fun stuff for Gabe to do would make the meeting more relaxed. At least that was the theory. “How do you feel about a burger and fries?”

      “I’m not interested in lunch.”

      Apparently he wasn’t interested in being friendly, either, she thought. She gave him the location and they settled on two in the afternoon. When they hung up, she glanced at the clock. The meeting was three hours away, which gave her far too long to panic and obsess.

      TWO HOURS AND FIFTY-FIVE minutes later, Jesse pulled into the parking lot of the McDonald’s and sent warm, fuzzy mental vibrations to whomever had decided that a big play area in the fast-food place was a good idea. Mothers around the country, maybe around the world, had benefited from the chance to let their kids out of the house in a safe play environment that supplied caffeine and French fries. What could be better?

      Gabe practically threw himself out of his car seat. “Is he here? Is he here?”

      “I don’t know,” Jesse said, nearly as excited as Gabe, but for very different reasons. Matt had been the only man she’d ever loved. Their most recent meeting had been awkward and difficult. She was hoping this one would go better.

      To that end, she’d resisted the need to change clothes four hundred times. Not that she had anything fabulous to wear. Her world was one of jeans and T-shirts or sweatshirts, depending on the season. There wasn’t any money left over from say, buying milk, to fill her closet with designer anything. She made do with what was on sale or in decent shape at the local thrift store. Besides, this meeting wasn’t about her. It was about Gabe meeting his father for the first time.

      They walked into the McDonald’s. She saw Matt right away. He was the only guy in a suit. He rose and faced them.

      God, he was good-looking, she thought taking in the chiseled features and dark eyes. He had an air of confidence and power that she imagined most women would find irresistible. Yet she knew a side of the man the rest of the world didn’t see. She knew what made him laugh, what pissed him off, how he liked to be kissed and touched and how she could literally bring him to his knees if she …

      Or she had, she reminded himself, fighting the need to touch him, to step into his embrace and have him hold her. He’d been the only person on the planet who could make her feel safe. Five years was a long time to miss that feeling, but it was something she was going to have to get over. This Matt was a stranger to her. She didn’t know him anymore and she was going to have to remember that.

      He barely looked at her, instead focusing his considerable attention on his son. Gabe walked up to him and smiled.

      “Are you my daddy?”

      “Yes,” Matt told him.

      But he spoke without emotion and didn’t smile or bend down to get on Gabe’s level. Her son stepped back and frowned.

      “Are you sure?”

      “Yes.” Matt turned to her. “We’ll be doing a DNA test.”

      “Sure.” She’d offered it before. Why would she mind now? But what about Gabe? Why was Matt acting like this? Didn’t he plan to get to know his …

      Then she remembered the disgruntled Electra and knew that Matt’s actions had nothing to do with him being a jerk and everything to do with his lack of experience with children. He didn’t know how to talk to a four-year-old boy.

      She relaxed and put her hand on Gabe’s shoulder. “It’s okay,” she told her son. “It’s like the first day of school, when you don’t know anyone. It feels funny inside, but you know you’re going to be friends, right?”

      Gabe shot her a look that spoke of disappointment. She remembered how Paula had welcomed him, literally with open arms.

      She dropped into a crouch. “He’s nervous,” she whispered, although she wasn’t sure if she СКАЧАТЬ