Somebody to Love. Kristan Higgins

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       “But you live in a mansion,” Will Michalski stated with authority. “I’ve been there. You have twenty-nine bathrooms.”

       “True enough,” she said, a twinge of discomfort flashing through her.

       “It’s a mansion. It’s a castle! I want to live there when I grow up!”

       “Are you going to write another book?” asked Amelia.

       Excellent question. Parker might not love the Holy Rollers, but new ideas hadn’t exactly been pouring out of her. “I hope so.”

       “What’s it about?”

       “Um, I’m not quite sure yet. But I’ll let you know, okay? Any other questions? Yes, Ben.”

       After another half hour, as the questions dwindled into what color wings Golly should have, the teacher finally stepped in.

       “Miss Welles has to get going, I’m sure,” she said. “Kids, can you say thank-you to Nicky’s mom?”

       “Thank you, Nicky’s mom!” the kids chorused, then rushed her, hugging her legs, the payoff for reading The Holy Rollers Earn Their Halos out loud.

       “Am I staying with Daddy this weekend?” Nicky asked as they walked to the car.

       “You sure are,” Parker answered. She stroked her son’s dark hair. Ethan’s weekend had come awfully fast, it seemed. She gave her son a kiss, then bent to buckle him into his booster.

       “I can do it myself,” Nicky said.

       “Right. Sorry, honey.” She got into the driver’s seat and started the car.

       A weekend alone. Parker tried not to sigh. She really needed to find another idea for a series. The Holy Rollers had been born as a spoof, sure, but they’d been her job for the past six years. Aside from staring at a blank computer screen and possibly watching a Gerard Butler movie or three, she had no plans.

       “You should sleep over, too,” Nicky suggested, practically reading her mind. “We could have popcorn. Lucy said she’s making me a cake.”

       “The woman can bake, that’s for sure,” Parker said. “What kind?”

       “My favorite kind. With the frosting and the coconut. I can eat seven pieces, she said.”

       “Did she, Nicky?” Parker cocked an eyebrow. Truth wasn’t a strong point for her little guy these days.

       “I think so. She maybe said five. But it was a lot.”

       Nicky continued to chatter about the joys that lay ahead of him for the weekend: eating cake; a sail on Ethan’s boat; more cake; sleeping with Fat Mikey, Lucy and Ethan’s cat; possibly taking a bath with Fat Mikey; having cake at midnight; and finding the pirate’s cave that Mackerly, Rhode Island, supposedly possessed. Like his grandmothers, Nicky had been born with the gift of chat.

       As she pulled onto Ocean View Drive, Parker frowned a little. The preschooler’s comment about living in a mansion had struck a nerve. Lately, she’d been thinking of moving, concerned over the idea that Nicky would be thought of as the rich kid. It hadn’t helped her; trust funds were hard to get past for a lot of people. But Grayhurst had been in her family for four generations, built by her great-great-grandfather at the turn of the century, and though she’d grown up in New York City, Parker had moved to Mackerly permanently after she’d gotten pregnant. She had a lot of happy memories of childhood summers—tea parties with her three cousins, learning to sail with her father. Ethan lived in town, and she’d wanted Nicky to grow up knowing both his parents, even if they’d never been married. But two people, living in a mansion in which they really only used a few rooms…it didn’t feel right.

       The place was gorgeous, though, she thought as they pulled into the driveway. Silhouetted against the aching blue of a June sky and bathed in the golden sun of late afternoon, the gray stone building looked like a stately grande dame gazing out contentedly over the acres of manicured lawns, flower beds and mature trees. Frickin’ huge, but beautiful.

       Ethan and Lucy, Parker’s closest friends, were already here, holding hands as they sat on wide front steps that led from the driveway to the enormous entryway. Ethan jumped up to open her door as she pulled in.

       “Daddy!” Nicky yelled, scrambling out of the car.

       “How’s my guy?” Ethan asked, scooping him up.

       “So,” Lucy said, “are congratulations in order?”

       “I am officially done with the Holy Rollers. Let the good times roll.”

       “Good for you, Parks,” Ethan said, kissing Nicky’s cheek. “You proud of Mommy, Nick?”

       “Yup. What’s for snack? Is cake for snack?”

       “No cake till after supper,” Lucy said. “Unless your dad decides otherwise.”

       “Decide otherwise, Dad!” Nicky commanded, cantering ahead.

       “Parker, do you have plans tonight?” Lucy asked. “I figured the boys could have some time alone, and we could hang out.”

       Saved! “I would love that! We can break open some of my father’s wine and gossip about Ethan’s flaws all night.”

       Lucy reached for his hand. “He’s driving me crazy. I’m thinking marriage was a huge mistake.”

       “My God, it’s like you’re reading my mind,” Ethan said. “Shall I call an attorney?” They grinned at each other.

       “Guys, I just ate, okay?” Parker said, cocking an eyebrow. The tiniest swirl of envy threaded through her. Lucy and Ethan were crazy in love, and yep, Ethan was the father of Parker’s child. It wasn’t as freaky as it sounded. Or maybe it was, and Parker was in denial.

       “We brought the itinerary for our trip,” Ethan said, standing back to let the ladies go in first. “Figured you’d want a copy.”

       “Great!” Parker said firmly. “I’m dying to see it.”

       Her friends had gotten married in February, but they hadn’t had a honeymoon yet; instead, they were taking Nicky to California as soon as preschool finished. San Francisco, Muir Woods, Yosemite. After that, Ethan would be occupied with the reopening of his restaurant, so the timing seemed perfect.

       It was just that it was for three weeks.

       Three weeks without her boy.

       “Daddy!” Nicky galloped back and grabbed his father’s hand. “Come see my room! I cleaned it yesterday. Mommy made me. She said it was a sty. Where pigs live. I found Darth Vader’s head!” He tugged his father up the curving staircase.

       Parker and Lucy went through the house to the kitchen, Parker’s favorite place in the house. “I brought us sustenance,” Lucy said, holding out a bag. “White-chocolate СКАЧАТЬ