Make Room For Mommy. Suzanne McMinn
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Название: Make Room For Mommy

Автор: Suzanne McMinn

Издательство: HarperCollins

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СКАЧАТЬ At twenty-eight, she’d begun to think it was a very real possibility that she would never marry and have a child of her own.

      Now it looked as if her chances of taking part in the life of sweet, bright Brandy Conner were pretty dim, too. And all because of the child’s insufferable father, Maggie thought with irritation.

      She swallowed a spoonful of strawberry-banana yogurt. Who was she kidding? she berated herself. She certainly hadn’t done her cause any good by walking out on him. If she could have just gotten past the first meeting, she was sure she wouldn’t have had to have much to do with him after she was paired up with Brandy. After all, she was supposed to befriend the child, not the father.

      And what was all that stuff about his wife? she wondered. He obviously had some ridiculous problem with self-sufficient women. He didn’t seem to understand that some women wanted—or needed—to work.

      Maggie knew about need, about desperation. The picture of her own mother dragging home late at night after hours of cleaning offices or waiting tables intruded into her thoughts. Later, Maggie, too, learned to wait tables, but only long enough to work her way through college and earn her business degree.

      But working and studying had left little time for a social life, and despite Emma’s dubious help, Maggie had rarely dated during college. The dates were even fewer and farther between after she began her career. Her job made up for it, she always told herself. Her work made her feel good, and she was good at it. She depended on herself, and no one else.

      And Ryan Conner could go jump in a lake if he thought he had a right to criticize her for it, she thought defensively.

      Maggie sat up and put the barely touched carton of yogurt down on the coffee table, leaving the cat to stretch up and sniff at it unhindered. Maggie rose and walked down the hall to her bedroom at the back of the house.

      In contrast to the modern functional decor of the living room, Maggie’s bedroom, her private retreat, was traditional and romantic. A four-poster bed dominated the spacious and utterly feminine room decorated with white lace curtains and a white comforter. Maggie lay down across the cool white spread and tried to clear her mind of Ryan and the disappointing episode at the community center. She tried to force herself to concentrate on work, on the next week’s projects.

      She closed her eyes and saw Ryan Conner’s soft smile.

      

      “Daddy?”

      Ryan hesitated, his fingers curved over the switch to his daughter’s bedside lamp. The book he had read aloud a chapter from—as per their usual evening ritual—lay closed on his lap. Brandy often fell asleep before he finished reading an entire chapter. Tonight she was awake. Wide-awake.

      There was something about the way she spoke that caught his attention and made him freeze. She was worried about something.

      “What is it, sweetie?” Ryan asked. Softly his fingers swept along her small, rounded cheekbone.

      “Why don’t you like Maggie?” Brandy asked, her voice low in the stillness of her bedroom.

      Snapping emerald eyes and rich auburn hair flashed into Ryan’s thoughts. And that scent that had surrounded her, like peaches ripe in a summer-hot grove, tempting and sweet.

      He knew the answer to Brandy’s question. He knew exactly why he didn’t like Maggie Wells. He was afraid she might turn out to be too much like Delia, Brandy’s mother—who always seemed to have plenty of good intentions, but never the time to carry them out.

      He’d approached the community center program with cautious optimism from the start. He knew Brandy could benefit enormously from the opportunity—but he wanted to be very certain that he didn’t set his little daughter up for a disappointing experience.

      Still, in spite of all his concerns, he’d been attracted to Maggie at an immediate, undeniable, gut level. So attracted, that the careful wall he’d formed after his divorce had very nearly crumbled during their meeting.

      “What gave you the idea that I didn’t like her?” Ryan asked, sidetracking to another question.

      Brandy’s blue eyes stared back unwaveringly.

      “I don’t know,” she answered simply. “I just didn’t think you did.”

      Ryan laughed and ruffled his daughter’s hair with a careless brush of his hand. He leaned forward and kissed her cheek.

      “I’m sure she’s a very nice lady,” Ryan told her. “You know what? I bet you’re going to get to meet lots of nice ladies at the community center, and you’ll get to choose one to be your very own special friend.”

      “I want Maggie to be my special friend.” Brandy reached out and took her father’s hand. “Please.”

      Ryan looked down at the small hand in his, then back up to the pleading expression in Brandy’s eyes. And he remembered the flash in Maggie’s gaze when he’d demanded to know why she wanted to be part of his daughter’s life.

      She felt she had something to give, she’d said, and no one to give it to. She had no husband, no child of her own.

      He couldn’t help but wonder why. Had she made work her whole life?

      The spark in Maggie’s eyes when she’d talked about her job hadn’t passed Ryan by. He’d seen that kind of spark before. At the time, it had been walking out the door, leaving him to raise Brandy alone.

      “Doesn’t Maggie want to be my friend?” Brandy asked. A crack broke through her voice on the last word.

      “Oh, sweetheart.” Ryan leaned down and hugged his daughter. “I didn’t mean that. I just meant that you don’t have to make a decision right away. Mrs. Fletcher is going to introduce you to some other nice ladies, too.”

      “But I don’t want anybody else,” Brandy persisted. “I want Maggie.”

      “Why?” Ryan asked, genuinely surprised by Brandy’s insistence on Maggie Wells. After all, they’d spent only five minutes together. Ryan had hoped Brandy would forget all about her.

      But apparently his daughter was having as much trouble clearing her mind of Maggie as he was. He’d been haunted all day by her heart-shaped face and luscious fall of red curls, and pained by the old memories she stirred, inside him.

      “I like Maggie,” Brandy said softly. She chewed her bottom lip. “Doesn’t she like me?”

      “Of course she likes you, sweetie,” Ryan assured her.

      “Will you call Mrs. Fletcher and tell her I want Maggie?”

      Ryan hesitated. Seconds passed in silence.

      Too bad, Maggie had said to him coolly as she’d left the community center. You’ll never know, she’d added.

      Never know what?

      “Please, Daddy.”

       Chapter Two

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