Diagnosis: Daddy. GINA WILKINS

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СКАЧАТЬ of times and had expressed his sympathy at the loss of her mother and her sister. He’d told Mia afterward that whatever Patricia felt about those losses, she hadn’t shared her feelings with him. From what she saw now, Mia suspected Patricia kept her emotions locked tightly inside her carefully smoothed and perfectly made-up face.

      “Yes. And this is Alexis. Say hello to your daddy, Lex.”

      Patricia pulled the little girl forward as she spoke, and Mia was struck by her first sight of the child. She was a beauty. Her hair was still childhood-blond, although it looked as if it would darken with age. Her eyes, like Connor’s, were large and very dark blue, framed in long, dark lashes. Her little face was flushed, and the dimpled chin a bit unsteady when she gazed up at the father she didn’t know.

      “Hello,” she whispered, obeying her aunt’s instructions.

      Connor’s voice was husky when he responded. “Hello, Alexis. I’m very glad to meet you.”

      She didn’t respond as she continued to look at him with searching eyes.

      “This is Mia Doyle,” he said, including both the child and her aunt in the introduction. “My very good friend.”

      Patricia gave Mia the same comprehensive assessment with which she’d greeted Connor. “You’re the nanny?”

      “In a manner of speaking,” Mia agreed, knowing Connor had given the woman a brief explanation of the arrangements he’d made for his child’s care.

      “She’s a good kid,” Patricia said somewhat off-handedly. “My mother raised her right. I guess she learned from the mistakes she made with Brandy.”

      Mia didn’t know what to say to that.

      Patricia turned toward her car. “I’ll get her bags.”

      “Let me help you,” Connor said, moving forward. “Alexis, you can stay here and get to know Mia, okay?”

      The child nodded, her somber eyes focused on Mia now. Mia held out a hand to the little girl. “Come into the living room, Alexis. We can get comfortable.”

      Once again, the child obeyed without protest, sliding one cold little hand into Mia’s. Only then did Mia notice the somewhat grubby stuffed cat clutched in a death grip in Alexis’s other arm. “What’s your cat’s name?”

      “Pete,” Alexis said quietly. “My mama gave him to me when I was little.”

      “Did she?” She wondered how much contact Alexis had actually had with her mother. Or did she refer to the grandmother who had raised her? “I like the name Pete.”

      Alexis nodded, her fine hair swaying around her face. “Me, too.”

      “Are you hungry? I’m making spaghetti for dinner.”

      “I’m a little hungry. And I like spaghetti.”

      Most children did, which was why Mia had chosen to make that particular dish that evening. She’d made brownies for dessert, another popular treat for her nieces and nephews.

      “We’ll eat soon,” she promised, sitting on the couch and drawing Alexis down beside her. “I’m sure you must be tired after your long drive. Did you have a good trip?”

      “Aunt Patricia plays the radio kind of loud. But we had hamburgers.”

      Mia suspected that Patricia had played the radio as an excuse to avoid making conversation with a six-year-old for four hours. Patricia didn’t seem antagonistic or particularly unkind toward Alexis; it was more that she seemed detached. Almost indifferent.

      “I like an occasional hamburger myself,” she assured the child.

      Connor and Patricia returned then, each carrying one bag that presumably contained the child’s clothes. Connor had a pink backpack in his other hand, and Patricia bore a bag that might have held toys. It wasn’t a lot of stuff considering it was everything the little girl owned.

      “Okay,” Patricia said, both physically and metaphorically brushing off her hands after setting down her load. “I guess I’ll be on my way.”

      “You’re not driving back to Springfield tonight, are you?” Connor asked with a frown. “You’re welcome to stay here. I’m sure we can make room.”

      “Thank you, but no. I have plans tomorrow.” She held out a hand to him. “Goodbye, Connor. It was nice to finally meet you.”

      Giving her hand a quick shake, he replied courteously, “It was nice to meet you, too. If you’re ever in the neighborhood, feel free to—”

      “Thank you,” she said, already turning toward Mia.

      They shook hands briefly, murmuring platitudes.

      Patricia looked down at Alexis then, and for just a moment, Mia thought she might have seen a glimmer of emotion in the woman’s eyes. She couldn’t interpret what she’d seen, but she thought it might have been just a hint of regret. Sorrow, perhaps?

      “You be good for your daddy and Ms. Doyle,” she instructed, no emotion in her voice.

      The child nodded and said quietly, “Yes, ma’am.”

      Patricia leaned over to give her a quick, careful hug. “Goodbye, Lex.”

      “’Bye, Aunt Tricia.”

      Patricia turned without another look at any of them and let herself out of the house. Her posture made it clear that she didn’t want any of them to try and detain her.

      Mia and Connor shared a quizzical look over Alexis’s head. And then Connor swallowed visibly and turned to his daughter.

      To bring himself closer to her eye level, he sat on the edge of a chair, his forearms resting on his thighs. “So your aunt told you that I’m your father.”

      The child nodded. “You knew my mama before I was born.”

      “Do you remember your mama?”

      “She used to come visit us in Springfield. She gave me Pete,” she added, holding up the stuffed gray cat. “And she told me I would meet my daddy someday.”

      Connor looked startled. Even though she wasn’t a big believer in such things, Mia wondered if Brandy had had some sort of premonition of her untimely death. Or maybe she had intended to contact Connor herself had she lived longer.

      “My grandma went to heaven to be with my mama,” Alexis added. “Aunt Tricia said they’re together now.”

      His eyes grave, Connor nodded. “Yes, I’m sure they are.”

      “She said I was going to live with you now. She said I’ll like living here.”

      Her throat tight, Mia watched Connor moisten his lips before replying, “I hope you will. I’m very glad you’ve come to live with me, Alexis. I’m sorry I haven’t seen you before, but I didn’t know about you.”

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