Single with Children. Arlene James

Чтение книги онлайн.

СКАЧАТЬ my wife…had the accident. I hurried home to find my children with my aunt.”

      “My grandma died, too,” Robbie announced.

      The blonde gasped, a hand going to her chest. “Oh, my!” She looked to Adam for confirmation.

      A shaft of pain speared through him. He resolutely pushed it aside. “Great-grandmother, actually,” he said tersely. “Plane crash.”

      The waitress pulled in a deep breath, tears sparkling in her astonishing eyes. “Gosh, I’m sorry.”

      Adam, you’re a scoundrel, he told himself, even as he bowed his head and swallowed noisily, wringing every possible ounce of compassion out of her.

      “My heart just goes out to you all,” she said, adding briskly, “Stop that right now, young man. We don’t allow our food to be thrown.”

      Adam looked up in time to see Robbie drop a handful of soggy pancake onto the table. He rolled his eyes, leaning forward. “That’s it, Robbie Fortune. You are going to get it just as soon as we get home!”

      The waitress chuckled, getting to her feet. “You really don’t know anything about children, do you?”

      Just then a bald, portly man appeared at her elbow. “Laura, you have customers waiting.”

      “Oh. Sorry, Mr. Murphy, I was just trying to help this gentleman—”

      “I told you when I hired you,” the man said sternly, interrupting her, “no flirting with the customers!”

      “But I wasn’t—”

      Adam cut in. “She wasn’t flirting! She was trying to clean up after my son when he—”

      The man pointed a finger at Adam. “I’ll thank you to stay out of this. We have rules here, and as manager, it’s up to me to enforce them. You don’t see the other girls ignoring their own customers to bat their eyelashes at married men.”

      “I’m not married!”

      “He’s not married!” she cried at the same time.

      The manager smirked. “Not flirting, huh? You’ve already determined his marital status, but you weren’t flirting. I’m disappointed in you, Laura, very disappointed.”

      Laura’s mouth fell open. “He was just telling me how his wife—his late wife—was in an accident while he was in Saudi Arabia.”

      The manager glared at her. “I don’t like argumentative employees. You have five seconds to get back to your station or you’re fired. Five. Four.”

      Adam got to his feet. “This is absurd! She hasn’t done anything to warrant this kind of heavy-handed bullying.”

      “Three. Two.”

      “Don’t bother!” Laura ripped off her hairnet, freeing a sleek cascade of hip-length blond silk. Adam’s breath caught. She threw the net on the floor. “I quit!”

      The manager sneered. “I knew you wouldn’t last the day!”

      “You’re just mad because the owner made you hire me!”

      “It obviously wasn’t for your waitressing skills,” he returned snidely.

      Adam threw his napkin on the table. “Mister, you’re asking for a broken nose!”

      Laura gasped and threw up a protective hand. “No, don’t! I don’t want the job, honestly, and I can’t stand fighting. Please.”

      Adam looked at the mixed desperation and hope on her face and felt his heart lurch inside his chest. He swallowed down the anger and glanced around the table. “Get your coats on, kids,” he ordered brusquely, digging into his pocket. “We’re getting out of here. And we won’t be back,” he added for the manager’s benefit.

      The odious man snorted. “Now that’s a real tragedy.”

      Adam fixed him with a narrow glance. “Tell your boss that he’ll be hearing from Adam Fortune.”

      At the mention of the Fortune name, the man went pale. Adam nodded with satisfaction and helped Robbie down from his chair, while the woman named Laura hurriedly did the same for Ryan. Adam stepped to her side, reached out and grasped her by the arm. “Where’s your coat?”

      Her eyelids lifted with surprise. “I-in the back, but—”

      “Get it,” he said flatly, leaving no room for argument. “You’re going with us.”

      “B-but I can’t just—”

      “Look, you were just trying to help out an inept father when this jerk came storming over and fired you.”

      “He didn’t fire me, I quit,” she pointed out, lifting her chin.

      Adam smiled. Oh, he liked this woman, a lot. “Fine, you quit, but you wouldn’t have had to quit if it hadn’t been for us. So, in my book, that means I owe you. Now get your coat.” He turned her toward the back of the little café, then counted money out onto the table. “That should do it.” He looked up at her. “Go on!”

      “I—I’ll have to change out of the uniform,” she told him over her shoulder, hurriedly threading her way through tables full of gaping diners.

      “We’ll warm up the car,” he said, grabbing Ryan by the hand as he reached for a milk glass. He snagged the collar of Robbie’s coat as he dropped toward his knees, intending to crawl under the table.

      “Uh, n-no need for this,” the manager stuttered nervously, scooping up the money and shoving it into Adam’s coat pocket. “Breakfast is on the house…sir. S-sorry for the, um, misunderstanding.”

      “Nice try,” Adam said through perfect white teeth, “but I still think I’ll speak to the owner.”

      The man gulped and mopped his brow with a shaking hand. “M-Mr. Fortune, c-couldn’t we, ah, discuss this?”

      “No.” Adam hauled Robbie to his feet and moved him bodily toward the door, dragging Ryan behind him.

      Wendy stuck her tongue out at the man and ran before them to hold open the door. It hadn’t even closed behind them when she launched into speech. “I like her, Daddy! Don’t you? Wouldn’t she be a good nanny? Wouldn’t she?”

      Adam grinned down at his astute young daughter. Maybe she understood more about everything than he realized. Her happy, expectant doll’s face sent a surge of love through him. “Yeah,” he said, “I think she might at that, but she has to agree, hon, so don’t get your hopes up just yet.”

      “Oh, but she needs the job!” Wendy assured him sagely.

      Adam cocked his head. “Maybe so, but she might not want it. We’ll see. Now get in the car. It’s cold out here.”

      He opened the driver’s door, and Wendy scrambled inside. “Back seat,” he said, flashing her a grin, “just in case.”

      Nodding, СКАЧАТЬ