All Summer Long. Сьюзен Мэллери

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СКАЧАТЬ but moved on anyway. “Come on,” she said, heading back to the engine bay. “I’ll buy you a cup of coffee.”

      Five minutes later, they were seated at the kitchen table. They each had a mug of black coffee. Charlie’s blue eyes were thoughtful as she studied him.

      “You sure you want to do this?” she asked. “It’s not going to be easy.”

      “Fool’s Gold is going to be my home for a long time. I want to be a part of things.” While he found the Haycations interesting and looked forward to the challenge of starting a business, he was going to have too much time on his hands. He was done with college and in a place where he wanted to put himself out there. “I’m used to people not taking me seriously.”

      She nodded slowly. “I would have mocked you before. It must be difficult being so special.” She shrugged. “I’m starting to get that maybe there’s something to it. You’re going to have to work harder than everyone else.”

      “I’m good with that.”

      “You’re really staying? You’re not going to complain it’s too difficult and head back to New York?”

      He grinned. “I already sold my apartment. Nothing to go back to.”

      “You have friends there.”

      “I have friends all over the world.”

      He sensed she was asking about something else entirely, but he couldn’t figure out what. If she was a different kind of woman, he would wonder if she was coming on to him. He was used to invitations. Most of the time he ignored them. When that was impossible, he gently said no.

      He was thirty years old and he was willing to admit his heart had died along with Diane. There had been women. A night here, a weekend there. But it wasn’t the same. The need for sex was biological. He didn’t want anymore. Didn’t need. Everything worked, but no one appealed.

      He leaned back in his chair and reminded himself that this was Charlie. If she wanted him in her bed, she would ask. Or at least offer to arm wrestle him. She didn’t play girl games. He respected that and her. He also found the idea of Charlie in bed intriguing. More so than any other offer had been in a while. Not that she was offering. But if she did...

      “I’ll do my best to make sure they give you a fair shot,” she said, rising to her feet.

      “Thank you.”

      He stood and took the hand she offered. They shook.

      For a second he felt something. A flash of attraction. Potential, he thought, shocked that after all this time he could imagine anticipating being with a specific woman. Before he could decide if he wanted to pursue said attraction, she was escorting him outside and telling him he would hear from the Battalion Chief within a couple of weeks. Then he was standing on the sidewalk, staring at the fire station trying to figure out which was crazier. Him having to fight to put his life on the line for free or being interested in a woman who probably thought she could take him in a fight.

      * * *

      “I’M SORRY, I’m sorry,” Pia Moreno said as she grabbed her handbag and car keys. “Don’t hate me.”

      Charlie laughed. “I would never hate you and you’re not imposing. Stop worrying.”

      “You sure?” Pia paused and sucked in a breath. “I’m so late.”

      “Go.”

      “The twins are asleep and—”

      Charlie physically pushed her toward the door. “Peter will be home in the next few minutes. I’ll explain what happened and stay here until you’re back. He gets a snack. There are freshly baked cookies on the cooling rack. He can have two. Get out before I’m forced to hurt you.”

      Pia smiled gratefully. “You’re a goddess.”

      “If I had a nickel.” Charlie pointed to the door. “Out.”

      “Yes, ma’am.”

      Pia raced to the door. Seconds later Charlie heard her car engine start.

      A little less than an hour ago, she’d received a call from a very frantic Pia. The town’s festival planner had forgotten about a meeting with several vendors. As the salespeople had all come in from out of town, rescheduling had been impossible. Charlie had agreed to emergency babysitting.

      Now she walked quietly into the twins’ room and stared at the two sleeping girls.

      They were on their backs in cribs. Wispy curls draped across foreheads. Rosebud mouths puckered slightly. Charlie studied them, allowing the longing to wash over her.

      She’d always thought she was too grumpy a person to ever want children. While she liked the idea of family, she’d never thought she would have one of her own. But a few years ago, that had all started to change. She’d found herself watching mothers with their children. She’d volunteered to babysit a few times. She’d taken over the junior firefighter program at the station.

      Earlier this year, she’d made the decision to have a child of her own. A husband didn’t seem possible, but a child... That was different.

      She knew that being in Fool’s Gold had changed her. She’d been taken in and loved until she’d had no choice but to open her heart. With that action had come the realization she had a child-size hole that needed filling.

      “I’m going to have to fix the broken parts first,” she whispered to the sleeping girls. A couple of months ago her friend Dakota had pointed out that until Charlie was healed, she shouldn’t take on a child. Charlie had wanted to be pissed, yet she’d known her friend was right. But after a decade of hiding, she wasn’t sure how to start healing. Or she hadn’t been until a few days ago.

      Downstairs a door slammed. She left the babies’ room and found Peter Moreno dumping his backpack on a kitchen chair. He saw her and grinned.

      “Hi, Charlie.” He crossed to her and wrapped his arms around her.

      “Hey, kid. Your mom’s not here.” She hugged him back, then ruffled his hair.

      “I guessed that when her car was gone.”

      “She had a meeting she forgot about, so she called me. She won’t be long.”

      Peter was getting taller by the day. Skinny, with bright red hair, he was smart and athletic. Two years ago, he’d been a scared kid, abused by his foster father. Raoul and Pia had adopted him, despite the fact that Pia had been pregnant with twins. Now they were a loud, happy family.

      “She takes on too much,” Peter said in a tone that implied his father saying the same thing. “Women do today.”

      Charlie laughed. “You’re a charming guy, aren’t you?”

      Peter grinned. “Dad says I get that from him and it’s going to serve me well.”

      “I’m sure it is. Come on, let’s eat cookies.”

      Charlie poured them each a glass of milk. Peter washed his hands СКАЧАТЬ