Adventures In Parenthood. Dawn Atkins
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Название: Adventures In Parenthood
Автор: Dawn Atkins
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
isbn: 9781472016782
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“Wow,” Dixon said.
She bowed, a faint surge of hope rushing through her. Life would go on. She would smile again, go on new adventures, learn new skills. Grief wouldn’t take her down for good. “I took juggling during my circus adventure last year.”
“You ran off with the circus?”
“I ran to the circus. Off-season. For training. I took juggling, trapeze, unicycle and lion taming.”
“In a cage, with a chair and a whip?”
“That’s the idea. The trainer was there, but it was still terrifying.”
“Is that your criteria for an adventure? Terror?”
“That’s part of the challenge, yeah.”
“Feel the fear and do it anyway?”
“In the end, yes. The secret is going in prepared. I read, talk to experts, take classes, and practice what I can. After that, it’s mostly self-doubt you have to conquer.”
He didn’t seem convinced.
“The trapeze scared me more than the lion. Trusting a stranger to catch you?” She shivered at the memory. “It was so worth it. The thrill of flying. I gave the girls an indoor trapeze set for their birthday.”
“I remember.”
“Did they ever set it up?”
“Not that I saw.” He seemed to be fighting a smile.
“What? You thought it was a bad idea, too? Howard’s a worrywart. The girls are gymnasts, for God’s sake. They know balance cold. I asked people on my blog about the right age for various skills.”
“You trust anonymous posters?” His lip quirked again.
“They’re not anonymous to me. They’re very knowledgeable. One of them told me about a quick way to teach kids to ride a bike. You put them on a slight slope so the momentum keeps them from wobbling, and, boom, they’re cycling. I’ll teach the girls while I’m here.”
Dixon didn’t react to her words, and she suspected he didn’t think her plan would work. She didn’t want to argue about it, so she was happy when he peeled away the foil from the champagne and popped the cork. A mist of bubbles drifted out.
“It’s weird to hear that pop and feel sad instead of happy,” she said. “It’s like when someone tells you a joke when you’re crying. It hurts.”
“Colorful way to put it.” Dixon filled their glasses and handed her one.
The champagne glowed golden, looking almost magical. “What the hell, it’s still champagne.” She raised her glass. “Cheers.”
“Cheers,” he repeated, but he sounded sad, too.
Despite how bittersweet the moment was, Aubrey relished the bubbly sting and the warmth in her stomach.
“Shall we?” Dixon motioned toward the living room, and they returned to the sofa with their drinks and the bottle.
CHAPTER FOUR
“SO, ABOUT THE GIRLS,” Dixon said, getting right to the point.
Aubrey usually liked a direct approach to problems, but this was so important and so personal she wasn’t ready. The room seemed to close around her. She needed air and space. “Could we talk outside? Look at the stars?”
“We should stay close in case the girls need us.”
She blinked. “I didn’t think of that.” Her cheeks went hot at her thoughtlessness.
“No big thing. You’re not used to dealing with kids. I’ve had to learn.” He was trying to ease her embarrassment, but it didn’t help. He seemed so far ahead of her. She decided to jump in. “Do you know if Howard and Brianna had wills?”
“I’m not sure.” He thought for a few seconds. “We’ll need to look through their papers. The funeral director mentioned that. We need to know what insurance they had, close out their bank accounts, deal with their bills, all of that.”
“It’s a lot to think about,” she said, white noise starting up in her head.
“Tomorrow,” he said, sounding daunted, too. “But I wanted to tell you that I’ll raise the girls, so you don’t need to worry. I live here. I work at Bootstrap. I’m familiar with their routines. It seems the most logical.” He paused. “Do you agree?”
What he’d said made sense. Dixon had promised Ginger he’d stay forever, while the best Aubrey could offer was to stay as long as she could manage. Her plan before had been to leave Tuesday so she could do her Wednesday podcast, but if the ALT PR woman had set up a video podcast with a special guest, that could change.
Dixon was right, but some stubborn part of her wasn’t ready to agree. She sipped at her drink to buy time. Now the champagne tasted flat, as if it had been left out open overnight.
Scout, ever her wing-cat, jumped onto the back of the sofa and curled around her neck to soothe her.
Why can’t you take care of the girls?
There were practical reasons—she lived in a small apartment with a roommate, and she’d travel a lot more if she got the ALT sponsorship—but it was the deeper ones that bothered her more. Because I’m not maternal. Because I don’t have Brianna’s heart. Because cancer lurks in my genes.
She realized she’d let the silence hang too long. “That does seem sensible.” But her voice sounded as heavy as her heart felt.
“Then we agree. I’ll be the girls’ guardian.” Dixon sounded like he’d just saved a business deal he’d been afraid to lose. “This way there won’t be any disruption in their lives.”
“They lost their parents, Dixon. Their lives are totally disrupted.” How would they cope? Would Dixon do the right thing? What if Aubrey would do better?
“Nothing says I couldn’t work from Phoenix,” she found herself blurting. “I understand there’s an airport here.” The joke came out flat. Why was she pushing this? Dixon had offered up his life for the girls, relieving her of any worry or obligation.
But that was the problem. She should be worried. The girls were her family, and she’d just handed them over. She didn’t know everything Brianna wanted for the girls, but she wouldn’t have wanted that.
“What are you saying?” Dixon looked as confused as Aubrey felt. “You travel a lot, don’t you? How could you—?”
“Lots of parents travel. They hire СКАЧАТЬ