Date with a Single Dad: Millionaire Dad's SOS / Proud Rancher, Precious Bundle / Millionaire Dad: Wife Needed. Элли Блейк
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Автор: Элли Блейк
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
isbn: 9781472010872
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At the very least she knew he’d taken from her shambolic confession what she’d wanted him to—that the foundations of his whole relationship with Ruby were being forged right now. The good moments, the pancakes-for-breakfast moments, should be the ones she remembered too.
But even knowing she’d done a selfless thing didn’t stop her from feeling like a bowl of jelly on a shaky table.
She slowed her steps before she tripped over her numb feet. Zach’s slowed to match.
‘Zach?’ she said, her voice so croaky she cleared her throat. ‘Can I just ask, the things I told you before, I—’
He shook his head and held up a finger an inch from her mouth. Her words dried up in her throat.
Zach’s voice was deep when he finally opened his mouth to speak. ‘My parents passed away when I was five years old. With no other family I grew up in a slew of foster homes and staterun children’s homes—some fair, more atrocious. It didn’t matter which, I was still pushed in and pulled out again months later, again and again, with no warning and no word as to why. I had no consistent contact with any one person—no supervisor, no parent, no other foster child—until the day I turned sixteen and I caught a bus to Sydney and began my life.’
Meg realised she was breathing heavily. ‘God, you must think me a schmuck. Complaining about my father when yours wasn’t even—’
‘No,’ he said with a stilling hand on her shoulder. ‘Don’t do that. No comparing. We each need to own what we’ve been dealt or we’ll never be able to move on.’
She nodded. Then laughed softly to release the pent-up energy coursing through her starting at the point where his strong hand lay upon her bare shoulder. ‘You’re making me think I ought to have listened harder in wellness class.’
She shook her head, angry at herself for being flippant when talking about anything real. If there was ever a time to not go there, this was it.
She looked up at Zach—tall, dark, divine. ‘Have you really owned your past?’
He made a clicking noise with the side of his mouth. ‘Please. Why do you think I keep building bigger and better wellness resorts? I’m looking to prove I’m better than my past as much as the next man. But in the past few days I have come to understand a little more about what my foster parents went through. Not taking me in with open arms had little to do with me at all. They would have had to have been masochists to have given that kind of emotional investment to a child they knew would never be theirs. Knowing there’s even a minute chance is akin to emotional torture …’
His voice petered off.
‘But Ruby—’
‘Might still not end up with me.’
‘What?’ Meg said, her voice like air. ‘How?’
‘We have up to a year for the state to decide if I am a fit guardian,’ Zach said.
Meg’s heart squeezed as she remembered the look in Zach’s eyes when he’d said his life had changed in a heartbeat when Ruby had come along. The look in Ruby’s eyes when she’d proudly said who her father was. ‘How long have you had her so far?’
‘Seven months, eight days.’
Meg bunched her dress to keep her hands busy lest she do something stupid like hug the guy.
She couldn’t even imagine the daily torture it must be to have something so wonderful within reach, knowing it might yet be snatched away. She glanced up at his beautiful profile. Okay, so maybe she could imagine it just the tiniest little bit.
She placed a hand on her heart. ‘If there’s anything I can do. Write a letter of recommendation. Talk to the judge. My family has connections the likes of which you wouldn’t believe.’
Before he could be too proud to turn her down, she held out a hand close enough she could feel the warmth of his breath washing against her skin.
‘Forget you’re not a fan of hoopla. If you need to in order to fight for Ruby, use me for all I’m worth. My notoriety has to be good for something more than invites to every party in town, right?’
He wrapped his fingers around her hand, sliding them through hers until they were intertwined. ‘I was going to say thank you.’
‘Oh. Well, then, you’re welcome.’
She glanced at him, the dark silhouette striding alongside her in the near darkness. Things were even more complicated than she’d imagined. A little girl. A custody battle. And all remarkably hush-hush. How he did it alone, with no family support and with such integrity, she had no idea.
‘Is that why you don’t do press? You don’t like talking about your background?’
‘I didn’t like being judged for something I had no control over then and I still don’t.’
‘Why?’
She looked up at him too late to notice how tight his jaw had become.
‘If people tell you you’re crap often enough, you begin to believe it.’
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