Six Hot Summer Nights. Leslie Kelly

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СКАЧАТЬ not trying to pry,” Olivia said, as if reading her thoughts. “But I do want to offer some money to help with the baby’s furniture, clothes, whatever you want to buy.”

      Mia came to her feet. “Oh, no. I’m not taking any money, Olivia. What you pay me is more than enough, and I’ve been setting some aside in my savings for anything this baby may need.”

      “I didn’t think you’d take it, but I had to offer.”

      “No, you didn’t. I will be just fine and so will the baby, no matter what Bronson decides.”

      Olivia crossed her arms over her bright orange silk tunic. “Well, I don’t care what my son or you say, I will be spoiling my grandchild, so you tell me when you decide on furniture or a nursery theme. I have a wonderful designer, if you’re interested.”

      Mia laughed. “I hadn’t even thought that far ahead yet.”

      “Oh, yes, you have.”

      “Okay, maybe I have,” Mia conceded. “But not much. I want to find out the sex of the baby before I decide on the colors. And I’d really like to do everything myself.”

      Olivia shook her head. “Stubborn and independent. My son has his work cut out for him. At least say you’ll hire someone to paint. You don’t need to be smelling those fumes.”

      How could anyone not love this woman? She was so caring, so take-charge, so motherly.

      “I promise.”

      Olivia moved around the side of the desk and came within a foot of Mia. “I have to tell you this because I’m a mother and because I love my son and have come to care about you like family. Don’t let Bronson’s attitude deter you if you want him in your life.”

      “Pardon?” Olivia wasn’t really going to attempt her hand at cupid’s bow, was she?

      Olivia laid a gold-ringed hand on Mia’s arm. “This baby has scared him more than he’ll ever admit. The last time … it didn’t end well. There are things you don’t know, and it’s his place to tell you if he chooses. I just don’t want you to think everything is as it seems with him.”

      “I won’t pry into his past, Olivia.” Mia smiled, touched that this Hollywood icon valued her family more than anything else. “Right now we are getting along for the sake of the baby. What I want, what he wants, doesn’t matter.”

      Olivia cupped Mia’s cheek. “Oh, my darling, you’re so wrong. You’re a unit whether you like it or not. Everyone’s happiness counts. Don’t shove your own desires aside, especially now when you need people in your life.”

      Mia knew she needed people. She’d never wanted to need anyone, but she had to think realistically and see that she was out of her league here. She would need help and guidance with this child.

      “I’ll let you know about that painter,” Mia said, hugging Olivia.

      Mia left her office and walked out through Olivia’s as she always did. The summer evening breeze wasn’t quite so stifling tonight, and Mia lifted her face to the sky, feeling confident she was heading in the right direction with her life.

      For now there was no turmoil, or not as much as there had been, and that suited Mia just fine. She hated drama—ironic since she loved working in Hollywood.

      As she walked along the wide concrete path back to her house, she resisted the urge to call Anthony. She wanted to share her good news with him because they were friends, but she didn’t want to add any more issues to his home life.

      She also wished she could talk to him about broaching the delicate subject with Olivia. The guilt she carried was pointless since she couldn’t say anything. How she wished she could go back to that day in Anthony’s office and not open that file he’d had on his desk. Why did she have to uncover a secret that had been buried for decades?

      “Good evening.”

      Mia squealed, jumping back with a hand to her heart. “Bronson! You scared me to death.”

      If she hadn’t been so lost in thought, she would’ve noticed him sitting on her porch looking sexy as ever. Of course, he’d show up out of the blue. That’s what he did. Oh, he called every morning, but with his crazy work schedule, which changed from day to day, she never knew when he’d make a surprise visit.

      “I didn’t mean to scare you.” He came to his feet and took her hand as she ascended the steps. “Were you lost in thought?”

      Yeah, thinking about your brother.

      “Something like that,” she told him as she fished out her key from her bag. “How long have you been waiting?”

      “Just a few minutes.”

      She led him inside, turned off the alarm and set her purse and keys on the foyer table. “I was just going to fix dinner. You hungry?”

      A slow, cautious, sexy smile spread across his face. “Starving. I’d help, but the cook always kicked me out when I was a kid. So maybe I’ll just observe.”

      Mia laughed as she toed off her heels and headed toward the kitchen. “I can turn on the TV if you’d like to watch something.”

      She moved toward the flat screen on the wall between the breakfast nook and the kitchen.

      “No, I’d rather have conversation or silence. My brain is on overload right now.”

      Mia didn’t question what was wrong. He didn’t want to do personal and she could live with that … for now. But he was here, wanted to stay for dinner. Something drew him to her and she wasn’t going to question it.

      She pulled one of her cooking magazines from her stack beside the fridge and turned to the earmarked page. As she bustled around the kitchen pulling out ingredients and double-checking the list, she was hyperaware of his presence. He didn’t say a word, but the shuffling of his rolling up the sleeves of his white dress shirt and the smell of his masculine aroma filled her kitchen.

      “Feeling okay today?” he asked as she preheated the oven.

      “I’m fine. I can’t wait until the ultrasound.” Mia pulled out a mixing bowl and stared across the island at Bronson. “I just want to see her.”

      “Her?” he asked, raising a brow.

      Mia laughed. “I go back and forth using her or him. I don’t care what we have.”

      Bronson’s shoulders tensed.

      “Sorry.” Mia cringed as she turned to get a pan. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

      Silence settled in once again as she mixed and poured everything into the baking stone. Once she had the dish in the oven, she wiped her hands on a towel and turned to Bronson.

      “That has to bake for about an hour. Do you want some wine or a drink?”

      “No, I’m good.”

      Mia couldn’t take it another minute. She just had to uncover the truth Olivia СКАЧАТЬ