All Summer Long. Сьюзен Мэллери

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СКАЧАТЬ seemed like such an easy goal—for everyone else. She’d always been on the fringes.

      “You’re attracted to him?”

      “Have you seen him?” Charlie asked with a grin. Then her smile faded. “Ignoring the obvious, there have been a few tingles. Nothing huge, but more than usual for me.”

      She returned to the chair and sank down. “I’m not expecting anything like a relationship. I don’t want that. I just want to get through whatever it takes to be in a place where I’m comfortable having a kid. Whatever form that takes.”

      “Understandable,” Dakota said. “Okay, you have a plan and you’ve taken the first step. Now what?”

      “I don’t know,” Charlie admitted. “That’s what I want to talk about. What do I do if he says yes?”

      “You let the man seduce you.”

      Charlie could feel her face getting hot. “I can’t even think about that. It makes my stomach hurt. But assuming I can get through that, aren’t there girlie things I should be doing? I don’t know how to do this stuff. Is there a Dummies book?”

      “No book required. Just be yourself.”

      “Being myself is the problem. Do I have to buy lingerie? Get a bikini wax?”

      Dakota laughed. “I would pay big money to be in the room next door when some poor person tries to give you a bikini wax.”

      “You’re not helping.”

      “Sorry. Look, you’re understandably conflicted. Who wouldn’t be? If he says yes, then shower, shave in the usual places and let the man do his thing. If he says no, I have the name of the trauma specialists to give you. How’s that?”

      “Good.” She drew in a breath. “I’m on birth control. I have period issues and the pill helps.”

      “One problem solved. Oh, be safe and use a condom.”

      Charlie winced. “I hadn’t thought of that.”

      “I’m sure he’ll take care of buying them, but just make sure you have the conversation.”

      “Because that will be so comfortable.”

      “If you can’t talk about protecting yourself with the man, how do you expect to have sex with him?”

      “I thought I’d just lie there and think of England.”

      “He’ll be so flattered to hear that.”

      Charlie told herself to keep breathing. After all, she didn’t have to do it that second. And Clay could say no. Although now that she’d asked, she found herself hoping he would agree. Or maybe not. Maybe therapy was a better choice.

      Dakota’s expression softened. “Trust yourself. You have good instincts.”

      “I picked the guy in college and look what happened there.”

      “You didn’t pick him. You were young and impressed by who you thought he was. There’s a difference.”

      “I hope so.”

      “From what I know about the Stryker brothers, their mother raised them right. Keep breathing. Whatever happens, you’re strong and capable. You’ll get through this.”

      Charlie could only hope she was right.

      * * *

      WHAT CHARLIE DISCOVERED was that waiting could be its own brand of hell. She worked the next day and that was a nice distraction. Paige McLean, the station’s former receptionist, had dropped by to talk about how happy she was with her new husband. The two of them had been in Australia and were heading to Thailand next. But once Paige left, Charlie had too much time to think. Worse, she was now off for twenty-four hours. She was jumpy and crabby and lots of other words ending in y. In desperation, she attacked her hedges, deciding to cut them back before winter.

      She’d been at it for a couple of hours. She was sweaty and hot, her sticky skin dotted with bits of leaves and smudged with dirt. She had just finished with the last hedge and was about to take her tools to the garage for cleaning when Clay strolled up.

      He looked cool and fresh, his cotton shirt all smooth. His jeans were worn, with interesting creases at the hips and thighs. She couldn’t see his eyes behind his sunglasses, but there were tiny reflections of herself on the lenses. Sweat, grime and debris were not her best look.

      “What do you want?” she demanded, before she remembered that perhaps she might want to be nicer to the man she’d asked to sleep with her.

      One corner of his mouth twitched. “Not a morning person?” he asked.

      “It’s two in the afternoon.”

      “I was giving you the benefit of the doubt.”

      She sighed. “I don’t like yard work. I’m not good at it. Not the physical stuff—that’s easy. But knowing what to do. I think my plants make fun of me behind my back.”

      “Because they respect you enough not to do it to your face?”

      “Something like that.” She looked at him, then away. Confusion made her uneasy. Should she demand he tell her what he’d decided? Or just withdraw the request and accept a year or two of therapy?

      “We should go inside,” he said, motioning to the front door.

      As it was her house, she should do the inviting, but she decided to simply go with it. She put down her clippers and wiped her hands on the front of her tank top, wished her jeans were a little cleaner, then mentally shrugged. This was the real her. If Clay couldn’t handle it, then sex was out of the question.

      But as she led the way into the house, she realized she was filled with a queasy combination of anticipation and dread. He could agree or tell her to go to hell. To be honest, she wasn’t comfortable with any of the possibilities.

      She passed through the living room and walked into the spacious kitchen. The previous owner had updated it a decade or so ago, which had been more than enough for her. Appliances that worked, wood cabinets and a countertop where she could stack takeout was plenty. Annabelle had done a full five-minute lovefest on the six-burner stove she’d chosen for Shane’s new house and an even longer soliloquy on the countertops. Charlie had listened with seeming interest because she wanted to be a good friend, but dear God. It was a kitchen. She simply didn’t have it in herself to get excited.

      The table and chairs by the window had been a garage-sale find. She’d stripped them herself and refinished them. Heidi had helped her pick out the cheerful red cushions. Now she pointed to the chairs.

      “Sit.”

      The word came out as more of a bark than she would have liked. Clay removed his sunglasses, gave her an amused single-eyebrow raise, then did as instructed.

      She sighed. Fine. She would admit it. The boy-girl thing was a complete disaster for her. At least she understood her limitations. Besides, she wasn’t looking СКАЧАТЬ