Her Unexpected Baby. Trish Wylie
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Название: Her Unexpected Baby

Автор: Trish Wylie

Издательство: HarperCollins

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      ‘That it was a genuine offer. And Wouldn’t it get me out of a hole?’ She mimicked his voice.

      Tara grinned, her grey eyes wide. ‘So you said…?’

      ‘That in order for it to get me out of a hole it would have to be believable, and we weren’t exactly a match made in heaven.’

      Tara waved her finger in the air. ‘You’ve got a point there.’

      ‘I thought so,’ Dana sighed. ‘I mean, who on earth is going to watch the two of us together for more than sixty seconds and not recognise the fact that we can’t stand each other? That man could make a nun commit murder.’

      ‘You’ve mentioned that. Jack finds it hilarious.’

      ‘He would.’

      ‘Though you have to admit…’ Tara looked thoughtful for a moment, then spoke over the rim of her cup. ‘Adam definitely fills the requirements for an “in your face, Jim” date.’

      ‘Possibly.’ She’d already admitted that fact to herself on the drive over, although it had taken ten miles before she’d allowed the thought to take root. In fact, she’d done the whole ‘pros and cons’ list again, as it happened. If there was nothing else about Dana she was at least logical. She thought things over. Assessed them carefully. Very carefully.

      Adam as a partner was just too ridiculous.

      ‘Walking in on his arm certainly wouldn’t do your reputation any harm.’

      ‘Until he opened his mouth.’

      Tara smiled as Dana sipped at her tea. It never ceased to amaze her, the differences between Jack and his sisters. Especially this one. Whereas Jack was a spontaneous, off-the-cuff guy, who followed his heart in everything he did, Dana was at the complete opposite end of the scale. Sometimes it was as if the very thought of losing control of anything around her was just too big a step for her to take.

      Then, just every so often, there would be a tiny glimpse of her that matched her brother. But those glimpses were rare. Rare and a wonder to the beholder.

      Dana really had no idea of her own worth as far as Tara could see.

      ‘Aw, c’mon, Dana—he could charm the pants off the entire room within about twenty seconds of getting there, and you and I both know it. He’s a man’s man, as well as every woman’s idea of a complete stud muffin.’

      Dana mulled the words over for a moment and then sighed. ‘But not the type who’d date a woman like me. It’d be completely and utterly unbelievable, and that’s why it would never work.’

      ‘Why wouldn’t you be the type of woman he’d date?’

      Dana’s eyebrows rose slightly at the question. Then she shrugged. ‘I’m not glamour model material. I’m more…hell, I don’t know…the kind of woman that a bank manager would date.’

      ‘You fancy your bank manager?’

      That drew the required smile. ‘You’d know the answer to that if you ever saw him. The only attractive thing about that man is the fact that he controls my overdraft.’

      ‘And Adam?’

      Dana turned in her seat to stare at Tara. ‘You think I find anything attractive about Adam Donovan?’

      ‘You’re not blind.’

      ‘He doesn’t look like the back of a bus. I’ll give you that.’

      ‘And?’

      ‘And?’ Dana’s eyes widened. She wasn’t about to make any confession on the subject of whether or not she found Adam remotely attractive. Tara would just have to go fishing in another pond. ‘There isn’t an and, Tara. Other people may think he’s the be-all and end-all, but I know him. I work with him every day and I think he’s an arrogant—’

      ‘Yes, I know, I know.’ Tara waved her hand. There was just no arguing on the subject of Adam with Dana. And the romantic side of Tara had tried. ‘I get that. But you have to admit that he would be one hell of a candidate for the reunion. You’d just need to try and forget all you know about him for one little evening and then you could go back to normal. Sounds fairly simple.’

      Dana blinked as she thought, the conflict visible in her expressive eyes.

      Tara continued, ‘By not being there, in a way you’ll have let Jim win, don’t you think?’

      ‘How will I?’

      ‘He’ll think you didn’t go because you knew he’d be there with Melanie. He’ll think it matters to you that he’s with someone and you’re not.’

      Yes, he damn well would. But it was Adam Donovan they were talking about, here. Adam bloody Donovan.

      Dana searched for another exit route. ‘I wouldn’t be believable as someone Adam Donovan would look twice at.’

      ‘Because you’re not his type?’

      ‘Exactly. Like I said.’

      Tara shook her head. Didn’t Dana ever look in the mirror? ‘I think I need that explained better.’

      With a frown, Dana looked away from Tara’s probing gaze. ‘He exclusively dates the glamour girl type—all makeup and shiny hair and cleavage. The vaguely vacant type is all I’ve ever seen come by for lunch. Trust me. I’m not like that.’

      Tara studied Dana’s controlled exterior. To all the world she was sleek, elegant, sophisticated. Nothing was ruffled or out of place, from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. Everything indicated that she was matter-of-fact, ultra-smart and businesslike, reliable. Nothing about her exterior indicated her creative personality or the wicked sense of humour that every member of her family possessed.

      Tara’s eyes wandered over the dark hair swept back into a neat chignon at the neck of her jacket, the face with delicate features barely touched by make-up. Ah-ha…

      ‘We could do a makeover.’

      ‘A what?’

      ‘A makeover. Recreate Dana Taylor for one night.’ Tara’s smile grew, her imagination kicking in. ‘That’d get the room talking. The brand-new, sexy Dana with the drop-dead gorgeous Adam Donovan. Hell, that’s bound to make you the talk of the town for a few months. “In your face” material if ever I heard it.’

      Dana watched as the idea formed in her sister-in-law’s eyes, her face now animated. This thing was getting out of control. Really. It was a runaway train.

      ‘What kind of makeover?’

      ‘You just had to volunteer didn’t you?’

      Adam looked at his own eyes in the rearview mirror.

      ‘Yeah, and you nearly, almost got away with it. But, no. You went and volunteered, and now you’re going to a reunion with the woman you spend half your life trying to get away СКАЧАТЬ