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Название: Park Avenue Secrets: Marriage, Manhattan Style

Автор: Barbara Dunlop

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Современные любовные романы

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isbn: 9781408980439

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СКАЧАТЬ even be fanatical about something. There was a reason her brother and sister-in-law had entrusted Lucas to her care, and she wasn’t going to let them down.

      “And the court will see it that way,” said Reed. “We’ll talk to Ned Landers together.”

      “Together,” Elizabeth agreed. But a little part of her couldn’t help wondering if Reed would make the meeting.

      Nine

      Ned Landers advised Reed and Elizabeth to carry on with their ordinary lives. The only leg the Vances might have to stand on is if they could paint Reed and Elizabeth as unsuitable parents. That task would be all but impossible.

      Although Elizabeth had been focused on Lucas, her party planner and neighbor, Amanda Crawford, had carried on with the anniversary party plans. Ned recommended that they go ahead with the party. It sent a signal that their marriage was strong, and that they had a good support network of friends and extended family, helping to paint them as a stable family unit.

      Hanna had volunteered to babysit Lucas for the evening, insisting that she was the only one he trusted and that she hated big parties anyway. Elizabeth knew that was true, so she went along with the plan. For some reason, Reed had also insisted Joe Germain spend the evening in the penthouse.

      Hanna had protested the arrangement. That is, until Joe showed up at the door and she got a good look at the tall, übermasculine man.

      Elizabeth supposed Joe was a handsome man, in a caveman kind of way. Although, if a woman were turned on by physical power, Joe was about as good a fantasy as a girl could get.

      Judging by Hanna’s speechless, wide-eyed stare, she had a thing for physical power.

      “Thanks for coming, Joe,” said Reed, appearing from the kitchen.

      Joe headed for Reed, giving Hanna a curious nod of greeting as he passed.

      Hanna’s gaze locked on the rear view of Joe.

      Elizabeth elbowed her friend. “Down, girl. I don’t think he’s allowed to make out on duty.”

      “How would you know?”

      “It must be in the handbook or something.”

      Hanna grinned. Then her gaze drifted up and down Elizabeth’s red satin evening gown.

      “You’re going to knock ‘em dead,” said Hanna. “I wish I had your clothing budget.”

      “I feel pretty spoiled tonight,” Elizabeth admitted. Reed had insisted that her gown be custom-made and dramatic.

      Hanna gathered Lucas from Elizabeth’s arms.

      “There are a couple of bottles for him in the refrigerator,” said Elizabeth, smoothing his hair and kissing his chubby baby cheek as she ran down the instructions.

      “Yes, Mommy,” Hanna sing-songed, and Elizabeth’s thoughts went immediately to Heather.

      “Sorry,” Hanna whispered.

      “It’s all right. We have to move forward. And I guess I’m the one to do it.”

      “You’re doing beautifully,” said Hanna.

      Elizabeth took a breath, and Reed appeared at her side.

      “Ready?” he asked.

      “I don’t know how regular parents do this,” said Elizabeth, reluctant to leave little Lucas.

      Joe stepped up. “I’m trained in fire safety, first aid, defensive driving and, well, hand-to-hand combat.”

      Reed grinned. “See that? We have absolutely nothing to worry about.”

      “Do you change diapers?” asked Hanna, obviously trying for a joke, but her voice came out breathy.

      “Whatever’s necessary,” Joe said easily, lifting Lucas with a deft gentleness out of Hanna’s arms and tucking him against his shoulder like he’d been doing it all his life.

      Elizabeth wasn’t sure, but she thought Hanna might have fallen instantly for Joe.

      Reed held out an arm to Elizabeth. “Shall we?”

      She smiled up at him, determined to enjoy her evening. She linked her arm into his as they turned for the door.

      “Is Joe single?” she whispered under her breath.

      “I think so. Why?”

      Elizabeth glanced back at Hanna’s expression. Her friend looked liked she’d been dropped straight into her deepest fantasy.

      It wasn’t often that Reed imagined himself in a science fiction story. But, at the moment, he would take it very kindly if somebody would please beam him up.

      “I understand that these things can happen,” continued Vivian Vannick-Smythe, a halo of feathers that served as a hat quivering around her lined face while she gesticulated her story. “And I’m certainly not one to stand in judgment.”

      Reed choked back a laugh at that statement.

      While Vivian carried on about the SEC investigation and how it was all about her, he scanned the crowd for Elizabeth, wondering why, since this was their anniversary party, he’d spent so little time with her. Then he saw her dancing with Prince Sebastian. The man was holding her too close for Reed’s taste. If not for the Prince’s European sensibilities and the fact that he was getting married in Caspia on New Year’s Day to his American assistant, Tessa Banks, Reed would have had words with the man.

      “I think the reputation of the entire building is at stake,” Vivian prattled on. “And if I were you—”

      “You’re not me,” Reed pointed out.

      Vivian took an imperious breath, the feathers jiggling again. “If I were you, I would do everything in my power to bring a speedy end to this embarrassing episode.”

      “You don’t think I’m already doing that?” he asked.

      Her eyes narrowed. “You should think long and hard about how you go about protecting your family, your friends and your neighbors….”

      Reed drew back from her shrewd expression and the odd turn of phrase.

      “From the crushing embarrassment of being associated with an accused criminal,” she finished.

      “Right,” said Reed. “The crushing embarrassment of my neighbors is my primary concern at the moment.”

      “Good evening, Reed,” came a familiar male voice.

      Vivian’s head came up, her self-confidence instantly evaporating.

      “Good evening, Father,” said Reed.

      Anton stared Vivian down until she mumbled something unintelligible and scooted away.

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