Why Not Tonight. Сьюзен Мэллери

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СКАЧАТЬ grabbed her phone and stared at the screen. The app logo made him shudder. “You said we weren’t going to play this game anymore. I’m not going to be your sperm donor.”

      “Oh, I know. I just thought the questions were interesting.” She smiled. “I hadn’t realized you were so emotionally delicate.”

      “I’m a typical guy who doesn’t want unexpected children wandering around.”

      Her smile turned impish. “That would be your moral compass at work.”

      “Good to know it’s working.” He glanced at the timer, then got up and began cracking eggs into a bowl. “Are you serious about having a baby on your own?”

      “I don’t know. Maybe. I’m playing with the idea. I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to fall in love.”

      “You don’t really believe you’re unlucky in love, do you? You can’t base all your decisions on the actions of a single jerk.”

      She hesitated just long enough for him to know there was more to the story. Something she wasn’t telling him.

      “He was a jerk who said he wanted to marry me and then changed his mind.”

      “That’s on him, not you.”

      He got out a twelve-inch pan, figuring he’d make one big omelet, then cut it in half. He tossed the vegetables into the pan to begin to sauté.

      “It was one guy, Natalie.”

      “My high school romance ended badly. He cheated.”

      “That was high school, and if you want to use those two men to plot a course for the rest of your romantic life, have you considered the problem might be your choices rather than a cosmically determined fate?”

      She winced. “It’s very early to be so judgmental.” She sipped her coffee. “You’re saying I have bad taste rather than bad luck?”

      “I’m suggesting it might be something to consider before you jump into having a baby on your own.”

      “I’m not jumping.”

      “You’re practicing for your interviews.”

      “I guess you’re right. I have been looking at adoption, but it’s not easy if you’re single.”

      He kept the vegetables moving in the pan. When they were nearly done, he dumped them back onto the cutting board, then wiped out the pan. The oven chimed. He turned it off and set the cookie sheet onto a cooling rack, then added butter to the frying pan.

      “What do you really want?” he asked, swirling the melting butter in the pan.

      “What everyone does. To belong. To have family, to feel safe and loved and be the most important person in someone’s life.”

      He glanced up in time to see her mouth twist. He had the most ridiculous need to go over and somehow make things better, although he had no idea how. Her desires required more than a friendly hug.

      “You’re talking about finding a partner, not having a child. Kids grow up and leave. Unless you’re planning to keep him or her locked in the basement.”

      “I don’t have a basement, and no, I’m not creepy. I just want...”

       To be loved.

      She didn’t say the words, but then, she didn’t have to. He heard them. He supposed nearly everyone wanted that. He had, at one time. Back before everything had changed, he’d assumed that one day he would fall in love, get married and have kids. All his brothers were married. He was, as they often put it, the last dog standing.

      “You’ve given me a lot to think about,” she admitted as he poured the whipped eggs into the hot pan. “I’m not sure that’s a good thing.”

      He grinned. “You love it.”

      “That will depend on whether or not the cinnamon rolls are frosted.” She raised her eyebrows questioningly.

      “They wouldn’t be cinnamon rolls without frosting.”

      She smiled. “You’re the best host ever. I may never leave.”

      Words that should have scared the crap out of him but didn’t. And what was up with that?

      * * *

      NATALIE WATCHED THE clock with a sense of anticipation. It was nearly midnight. She’d worked all evening, beginning the process of turning her flawed painting into mixed-media magic. She’d already done a quick sketch on thick paper that she’d mounted on canvas. Now came the painstaking work of layering in the various elements. Around eleven she’d started to feel restless, as if waiting for something important.

      She knew what she was hoping—that once again she and Ronan would spend time together. It didn’t seem to matter that they’d shared brunch and then dinner. She wanted to see him at midnight, as if the hour had some significance or mystical power.

      Or maybe it was more the man. She’d never spent so much time with him before. He was pleasant enough at the gallery studio, but not chatty like Nick or Mathias. She’d always been aware of him when he was around, but that was more an energy thing than a personality thing.

      Staying with him had changed everything. He was so...interesting with his brooding eyes and sexy smile. He could cook! He was more open than she would have thought, even as he kept his secrets. He was a good host and yet gave her plenty of personal space. She hadn’t realized he had a sense of humor—it was subtle, but seemed to be coming out more and more. She had the feeling he was slow to trust people, cautious about opening up, and she liked to believe he was starting to let her into the inner circle.

      She left her work space and went downstairs, hoping to run into him. She found him in his study, on his computer. In the second before he looked up, she spotted her origami pieces on a shelf. As if he’d collected them to put them somewhere safe.

      “How’s your work going?” he asked.

      “Good. I’m making progress and I have an idea.”

      “Is this about the app?”

      “No.” She laughed. “The foyer ceiling is two stories with a nice updraft. We should fly paper airplanes.”

      “I haven’t done that since I was a kid.”

      “Did you ever compete?”

      He grinned. “You’ve met my brothers. Do you have to ask?”

      “Did you ever win?”

      “Sure.”

      “You won’t tonight.”

      His gaze turned speculative. “Are you challenging me?”

      “I am so going to kick your butt. Every single time. Even if you get lucky.”

      “You’re on.” СКАЧАТЬ