Twelfth Night Proposal. Karen Smith Rose

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      “You’re running a business.”

      “Yes, I am. Montgomery Boats will be her future, if she wants it. But in the meantime, I want to make sure I’m in her life.”

      Suddenly Heather ran to Verity with her coloring book. “Look what me did.” She held up a page she had colored. Staying within the lines wasn’t a concept she understood yet, but she knew her colors, and she’d used a lot of them on the page.

      When Verity glanced at Leo, she saw the expression on his face and she realized he wished Heather had come to him.

      “What a wonderful picture!” Verity exclaimed. “Show your daddy.”

      Looking puzzled for a moment, Heather tentatively held up the page to him. Verity could see Leo’s uncertainty in exactly what to say or do. Then he crouched down, put his arm around his daughter, and offered, “That’s a great blue dog. I bet he lives in the same place as pink elephants.”

      “Like Nosy,” Heather decided.

      “Just like Nosy.”

      “Heather insists she wants blueberry waffles for breakfast. Is that all right with you? I could scramble some eggs, too.”

      “It’s been a long time since I had more than coffee for breakfast. Why don’t I make the eggs?”

      “Are you sure you want to help?”

      He pulled one of the chairs over to the counter. “Sure. Heather can help, too. Heather, do you want to learn to crack an egg?”

      “I wanna cwack lots of eggs,” Heather said so fast, Verity could hardly catch it.

      As Leo took the carton from the refrigerator, he replied, “I think we’ll start with one.”

      Verity couldn’t help but watch Leo as he made an effort to give Heather the attention he’d mentioned. He even let her stir the eggs with a fork. After a while, though, she tired of the process and told him, “I’m gonna color now.” Leo lifted her down, and she went over to her miniature table and chairs to do just that.

      When he frowned, Verity assured him, “Her attention span for most things is about ten minutes, unless it’s something she’s really into. Coloring is one of those things. Playing with blocks is another.”

      “Maybe she will grow up to want to design boats and build ships.”

      “Or houses or bridges or skyscrapers,” Verity offered.

      “I got it. I have to keep an open mind.”

      They smiled at each other and Verity felt all quivery inside. Leo’s smile faded as he gazed at her, and the magnetic pull between them almost seemed to tug her toward him.

      Then she remembered what he’d said earlier. I don’t think of myself as single. That obviously meant he still thought of himself as married.

      The timer beeped, signaling the first waffle was finished. Verity focused all of her attention into lifting the top of the iron, carefully removing the waffle and ladling in the next one.

      The silence in the kitchen grew awkward until she finally asked, “When did you begin designing boats?”

      “When I was ten.”

      She glanced at him. “What inspired you to do that?”

      “My father. He didn’t design boats, but he built them from someone else’s plans. I spent every spare moment I could with him at the boatyard. I loved going out on the water with him, too. He had a real respect for the sea and taught me how to read it.”

      “Read it?” That idea fascinated her.

      “Anyone can learn to pilot a boat. Instruments these days make the experience almost a no-brainer. But there are still times when the color of the sky, the direction of the clouds, the scent of the water can tell a pilot the story as well as instruments can.”

      After Leo took a frying pan from the cupboard, he poured the eggs into it. The scent of the sweet waffles with blueberries, the aroma of coffee brewing, the eggs cooking in the skillet filled the kitchen along with the sound of Heather humming as she colored. The scene was so domestic it took Verity aback for a second. It was almost like a dream she’d had a week ago—a dream in which she’d had a home and a place to belong. But she really didn’t belong here with Leo.

      Did she?

      Whatever she was feeling toward Leo Montgomery was probably all one-sided, and she’d better put the brakes on it. As his nanny, she was convenient right now. When he no longer needed her, he wouldn’t hesitate to say goodbye, just as Matthew had.

      Snatching a topic, any topic, she asked Leo, “How about your mother? Did she like boats and the water, too?”

      Leo cast her a sideways glance. “Not on your life. Mom’s a high-heels, I-don’t-want-to-get-my-hair-wet kind of person. She’s never wanted anything to do with the boatyard or the business.”

      “Your sister told me she lives in Avon Lake, but she’s away now.”

      “Lives in Avon Lake,” Leo repeated. “Officially, I guess. She has an apartment, but rarely uses it for more than a few weeks at a time. She’s become a world traveler.”

      “You come from such an interesting family.”

      He laughed. “That’s one way of putting it. How about you?”

      “Me?”

      “Yes. Your parents. What do they do?”

      Lifting the waffle iron before the timer went off, she saw the pastry was golden brown. Thankful she could stall for a little time to figure out what to say, she transferred it to a plate and decided to give an honest, short version. “My mother died when my brother and I were born. Sean and I were twins. Dad raised us. He’s an accountant.”

      “A twin! That’s great. What does your brother do?”

      After Verity swallowed hard, she managed to say, “I lost Sean last January to a skiing accident.” She went to pick up the ladle, but a blur of tears made her fumble it and drop it on the floor.

      Leo stooped at the same time she did. His fingers brushed hers, and he took the ladle from her hand. When they both straightened, they were standing much too close, and he was looking down at her with so much compassion she couldn’t blink away the tears fast enough.

      “I’m sorry, Verity.”

      Embarrassed by the emotion she couldn’t quell, she turned away from him toward the counter and took a few deep breaths. When she felt Leo’s hand on her shoulder, she almost stopped breathing altogether.

      “I’m okay,” she murmured, feeling foolish.

      Gently he nudged her around to face him. “No, you aren’t. And I understand why. I know what loss feels like. Losing a spouse, losing a twin…Those are bonds that aren’t easily broken.”

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