Diamonds are for Sharing. Shirley Jump

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СКАЧАТЬ wondered if he was as hesitant about this as she was. After all, last night it had been assumed they would probably never see each other again. Hadn’t it?

      He’d kissed her and she’d swooned. Yes, there was no way to deny it. She’d gone all gaga on him. Luckily a cab had come cruising up before she’d made a complete fool out of herself, and they’d piled in and raced back to the Longhorn Lounge where they’d found Tito waiting anxiously. The two dates they should have been with were long gone, of course. That was only natural. Tito then left for the hotel with the baby while Max headed for the police station to make a stolen car report. And Cari had slipped into her own car and turned toward home, still tingling. Still swooning. Still out of her mind!

      But pretty darn sure she would never see or hear from him again. After all, their little—what had he called it? Their encounter? Whatever it was, it had been illegitimate in the first place. Time to wipe it out of her life and her mind.

      Only, here he was on the telephone.

      “How did you find my number?” she asked at last.

      “I have people on my staff who can find these things for me.”

      “Oh.”

      She supposed he meant Tito. Or were there others? Hmm. She wasn’t sure she liked that.

      “How is he?” she asked.

      “Who? The baby?”

      “Yes.”

      “Okay.”

      “Has his mother shown up?”

      “No. I’ve got someone monitoring the apartment periodically, just in case.”

      “Good.” She couldn’t imagine what could have kept a mother away from that beautiful baby. “But you said there was some sort of problem?” she asked quickly. That was what she’d picked up for, after all.

      “Not exactly a real problem,” he said. “But … I’ve hired a live-in nanny.”

      “Oh. Well, good. You checked her references?”

      “Of course.”

      She let out a long breath. She didn’t let herself think a lot about the baby she’d held so closely the night before. That was all a part of that other fork in the road she wasn’t going to take—even if she had picked up the phone.

      “Okay, then.”

      She waited. He had something else to say, but he was having trouble getting it out. She could picture him looking thoughtful, brow furrowed, then she blinked that image away. If she kept doing that sort of thing, she would be swooning again.

      “Max, what is it?”

      “Nothing, really, it’s just that …” He sighed. “Listen, I’m just not sure about this nanny thing. I did the regular vetting, but what the hell do I know about nannies? Or babies, for that matter. And you seem to know a lot. So I thought maybe you could come over and see if you think she knows what she’s doing.”

      Wow. He needed her. That was almost enough to get those tingles started again. Everything in her wanted to say yes. She cared about the baby, but there was more. To see him again, be with him doing something important, wouldn’t that be ideal? But no, that would be wrong—on so many levels. So she didn’t say yes.

      “No,” she said instead. Then she waited for the rush of self-congratulations that would surely follow. Funny, but that didn’t happen. “I’m sorry, Max,” she went on, falling back on the honest truth. “I’ve got to go to work.”

      “Work? You work?”

      It almost made her smile to realize how little they knew about each other. They’d shared a night of intense emotions and setbacks, more in one night than she’d had in months. She felt as if she’d glimpsed a clear picture of his character, his personality. And yet she didn’t know much about him, what he’d done with his life, what he cared about, and he didn’t know those things about her, either. But they were going to leave it that way for the most part. At least, she knew they should.

      “Of course I work. What do you think I live on? Air?”

      “What do you do?”

      He sounded candidly surprised and interested. What the heck? Didn’t he know any women who actually had real jobs? She licked her lips and stuck to the facts.

      “I’m a waitress.”

      “At a supper club?”

      “No. In a local coffee shop.”

      There. That ought to be guaranteed to turn him off. She was just a waitress. Not one of those high-falutin’, jet-settin’ fashion models he was surely used to.

      She was also the assistant manager and studying for her real estate license, but he didn’t need to know all that. After all, she wasn’t trying to impress him. She was trying to get rid of him.

      “Take a day off,” he said bluntly.

      “I can’t do that. People are counting on me.”

      “And I’m counting on you, too.”

      “Yes, but you don’t pay the bills.”

      “I could do that,” he said, as though it was a new idea and he rather liked it. “That’s it. I’ll pay you a salary. I’ll hire you.”

      “Nonsense.” Her voice was quivering a bit and she bit down on her lip. No! She was not going to give in to that sort of crazy temptation.

      “But it would be perfect.”

      “For you, not for me.”

      “No?”

      “No.”

      “Consider it, at least.”

      “No.” She was firm. And darn proud of herself, too. “You’ll be fine with this nanny person.”

      He hesitated, then said skeptically, “I hope you’re right.”

      There was another long pause.

      “Everything is all right, then?” she prodded. “I mean, everything else?”

      “Oh, yes. Going great. I had the baby checked out by a pediatrician first thing, and we’ve put in a request for a DNA test. I’ve arranged for the delivery of the relevant charts from Italy. It will all take time, but everything is moving along.”

      “Good.”

      Why was he still hanging on? She was torn, wanting him gone, yet enjoying this more than she ought to. “Well, have you gotten in touch with your date from last night yet?” she asked, suddenly remembering there was still that issue to be dealt with.

      There was yet another hesitation, then he answered, “Not yet. How about you?”

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