Uncovered. Lori Foster
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Название: Uncovered
Автор: Lori Foster
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Короткие любовные романы
Серия: Mills & Boon M&B
isbn: 9781474066235
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After about a half mile, Carrie chuckled and said lightly, “I always figured that my mother was married enough for the both of us. Seven times at last count.”
“Seven? You’re kidding.”
“Nope.”
“Is she still living?”
“Alive and well and in the south of France. The last couple of times, she married Europeans.”
“Do you see her often?”
“Only occasionally. We don’t have much in common. My mother is a dependent type who must have a man to take care of her. I don’t need anybody to take care of me. And the truth is, my work keeps me on the road too much for a long-term relationship. Men seem to want their women around for more than a week here and there. Or at least that’s been my experience.”
“I suppose that’s true. And you travel all the time doing genealogical research?”
“That and various other kinds of specialized research. I stay pretty busy. Where’s your daughter tonight?”
“J.J. took Katy over to Frank’s house to watch a special TV program with his twins.”
“His twins? Frank has twins?”
“A boy and a girl Katy’s age. They’re all in kindergarten together.”
Carrie was stunned. She’d never thought about his having children, though it made sense when you considered he was a widower. That put the cap on it for sure. So much for Frank. While she’d never really considered any kind of serious relationship between them, even the remote possibility of a few casual dates while she was in town had disappeared. From now on she’d avoid him like the plague.
Men with children were invariably looking for a mother for their kids, and that wasn’t for her. She didn’t know a thing about kids and certainly wasn’t cut out to be a mother. She’d had a lousy role model.
Chapter Four
Her resolve didn’t last long. Carrie ran into Frank as she was coming out of the assessor’s office at a quarter to twelve, and darned if her heart didn’t skip a beat.
“Hello,” he said, closing his door behind him. “Going to lunch?”
“Yes, at the tearoom.” She wasn’t going to eat at cholesterol city across the square just to avoid Frank Outlaw.
He smiled. “Me, too. Want a ride?”
“Uh, no. I need to do some work in my room afterward. I’ll take my car,” she said.
“Mind if I hitch a ride with you? I’ll get Dad to drop me back here.”
“No problem. You joining your father today?” she asked.
“He and J.J. and I usually eat together on Thursdays. That’s chocolate cake day. We’re all suckers for Mary Beth’s chocolate cake.”
“I’m a sucker for anything chocolate.”
“I’ll have to remember that.”
He grinned. Why did he have to grin? He looked so darned sexy when he grinned. And why did he have to put his hand to her back when they walked to her car? Didn’t he know that it made funny prickles zip up and down her spine like a Japanese express train? Her resolve to cool her feelings for Frank was dissolving fast.
Since the first time she’d seen him, he’d had a singular effect on her, and it seemed to have grown instead of diminished. What was it about this particular man that shot her defenses? He had two arms, two legs and all the rest of the body parts typical of the male gender—and she’d never melted like ice cream in a skillet over other guys. At least not since she’d been sixteen and ape over Jon Bon Jovi.
As they drove away from the courthouse Frank ran his hand over the leather seat, and his fingertips brushed her leg. The touch hit her like a jolt of electricity. Did he do that on purpose? She glanced at him, but his hands were clamped together, and he was engrossed in studying the dash.
He looked up and said, “Nice car.”
“Thanks. I like it.”
“You must be a very good genealogist.”
She smiled. “I am. I’m good at all kinds of research that I do, but the car was a thirtieth birthday gift from my mother and her husband.” She didn’t add that her mother had told her latest catch that it was her daughter’s twenty-first birthday. Hence the special gift. After her face-lift, Amanda had shaved nine years off her age, so she’d shaved nine years off Carrie’s age as well. One thing she’d have to say for her mother, she’d made out like a bandit in her last couple of trips down the aisle. Amanda had plenty stashed away for her golden years.
“Her husband? Not your father?” Frank asked.
“No. My father died in an accident when I was only two. Amanda, my mother, has been married several times. I believe the latest one is a retired investor. He’s French. Jacques something-or-the-other. We’ve never met.”
“I take it that you and your mother aren’t close,” he said quietly.
She glanced over and saw sincere compassion in his eyes, and tears suddenly sprang into her own. Damn. She never cried. And certainly not over Amanda. Long ago she’d learned that the only thing crying accomplished was to make her face blotchy. That was another thing about Frank. He seemed to be able to fly under the radar of her emotional control.
She took a deep breath. “Not really. I never seemed to fit in with her plans.”
“That’s tough on kids.”
“I survived. Mary Beth tells me that you have twins.”
“I do. Janey and Jimmy. They’re five.”
She couldn’t think of anything else to say. She knew zilch about children. And, she reminded herself, she really didn’t want to encourage any further intimacy. She’d said too much already. Carrie clamped her teeth together and tried not to squirm.
The silence dragged on for an eternity.
Finally Frank said, “You mentioned doing other kinds of research besides genealogy.”
“Yes.”
“What kinds?”
Choosing her words carefully, she said, “Titles, missing heirs, that sort of thing.” Which was technically true.
“Ah. Missing heirs. Sounds intriguing. Found any folks in Naconiche County who have inherited a bundle from a long-lost relative?”
She laughed. “Not yet.”
“I think everybody has had the dream that СКАЧАТЬ