Sweet Talk. Сьюзен Мэллери

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      There was a bitterness in her sister’s words. Claire frowned. “Is that what you think happened? That I simply decided to go off and be famous? I was six years old. I didn’t get to decide anything. They decided for me.” Her parents, her teacher. One day she’d been living in Seattle and the next she was on a plane to New York. “They took me away from my family and no matter how much I begged, they wouldn’t let me come home.”

      “Poor little prodigy,” Jesse said. “Is the fame too much? Are you having too much fun?”

      “It’s not like that.”

      But she didn’t bother explaining. No one wanted to know the truth. Not the past or the present. No one wanted to hear about the hours spent practicing, the late nights and early mornings, the delayed flights, the grueling schedule. No one cared that after a while, all the hotels rooms looked the same and that the only way she could tell what city she was in was by looking at the newspaper on her breakfast tray. That while she’d visited some of the most amazing places in the world, she’d never seen them. There wasn’t time.

      “I’m a trained circus animal,” she said at last. “Nothing more.”

      “You were the princess.” Jesse’s mouth twisted. “Fussed over, pampered. Wanted. Probably still are. It wasn’t like that here. At least not for me.”

      “What do you mean?”

      Jesse shrugged. “It doesn’t matter.”

      Claire had a feeling it did matter a lot. “Why did you and Nicole fight?”

      Jesse stiffened. “I don’t want to talk about that.”

      “You’d better. It’s the reason you lied to me. You dragged me all the way out here to deal with some mess you couldn’t. So what happened?”

      “I. “ Jesse drew in a breath. Her expression turned defiant. “Nicole caught me in bed with her husband. She wasn’t happy.”

      Claire opened her mouth, then closed it. Shock flooded her. “You slept with your sister’s husband? You had sex with him?” It was impossible. Who did that sort of thing? “She’s family.”

      “She would disagree with you about that. She disowned me.”

      Jesse sounded so calm about all of this. As if what she’d done didn’t matter. Claire wanted to shake her. “Do you blame her? What were you thinking?”

      “I wasn’t thinking. I wasn’t doing a lot of things but no one wants to hear that.”

      Claire glared at her. “You need a better excuse than that. Sex doesn’t just happen. You didn’t stumble into him and suddenly you were having sex. It requires a plan, a relationship of some kind. I can’t believe it. How long were you seeing him?”

      “We weren’t seeing each other. I told you. It just … It’s not …” Jesse straightened and walked back toward her car. “I don’t want to talk about this with you.”

      “Ask me if I care.” No wonder Nicole was upset and crabby. Her own sister and her husband. “Are you in love with him?”

      “Oh, please. Give me a little credit. Besides, I have a boyfriend.”

      “But you slept with Drew?” None of this made sense to Claire. “Why?”

      “I didn’t sleep with him.”

      “What? Nicole walked in before you consummated the deal and that makes it okay?”

      Jesse looked at her for a long time. “I know you won’t believe me. Nicole didn’t, either. I don’t know why it happened. Why it had to happen. Maybe because I’ve been a screwup my whole life. This is just one more way I’ve made things worse.”

      “That’s not good enough.”

      Jesse looked at her for a long time, then opened her car door. “Pretty funny. That’s what Nicole said.”

      WYATT BUTTONED the back of his daughter’s blouse, then reached for the brush. She signed as he worked, but he pretended not to see. Amy wasn’t saying anything he wanted to hear.

      But when she turned to face him and put her small hands on her hips, he knew he didn’t have a choice. He set down the brush and held out both hands, palms up, signing “What?”

      “You know what,” Amy signed in response.

      He did. He didn’t want to, but his daughter’s message had been clear enough.

      “Not a good idea,” he signed back.

      Which earned him the inevitable, “Why?”

      Why? There were a thousand reasons, none of which he could explain to an eight-year-old.

      “I want Claire,” she signed, her face getting that stubborn look he dreaded.

      As a rule, Nicole looked after Amy from the time she left school until Wyatt got away from his work. If he was in the office, she would come there instead, but most afternoons he was on a job site—not a place he wanted his eight-year-old hanging out.

      But with Nicole recovering from surgery, babysitting was becoming a problem. Amy wanted to propose her own solution.

      He didn’t think telling her that Claire wasn’t the babysitting type would help. Amy wouldn’t know what that meant. He also couldn’t get into the fact that he’d decided to avoid Claire as much as possible. The sparks between them were too dangerous, not to mention unwanted.

      “I like her,” Amy signed. “She’s nice.”

      Wyatt could think of a lot of words to describe Claire and none of them included the word nice.

      “She won’t want to,” he signed back. “She’s busy.”

      Amy grinned. “She likes me.”

      He didn’t know how to deal with that. Maybe Claire did like his kid—assuming she was capable of liking anyone but herself.

      “I’m not asking for a pony,” Amy signed, making him smile.

      It was their private joke. Nothing was too big as long as it wasn’t a pony.

      He was trapped by his inability to tell his daughter the truth. That he didn’t trust Claire and he wasn’t a hundred percent sure he could control himself around her. How was that for a sad excuse?

      “I’ll talk to Nicole and Claire,” he signed. “No pushing.”

      Amy’s response was to throw herself into his arms. He pulled her against him and hugged her. Love filled him, as it always did around her.

      He might have the worst luck with women, but when it came to kids, he’d been blessed with the best.

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