Surprise: Outback Proposal: Surprise: Outback Proposal. Sarah Mayberry

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СКАЧАТЬ with. I don’t even know what you brought,” she said. She sounded bemused again but he refused to feel bad about ambushing her.

      “Tiramisu. Like a good Italian boy,” he said.

      “I love tiramisu.”

      “It’s in the blood. We’ve been trained from birth to love it.”

      He handed over the pastry box and she peeled away the paper.

      “Good lord, this thing is monstrous. There’s no way we can eat all of this,” she said.

      He made a show of peering into the box.

      “Speak for yourself.”

      She smiled and gave him a challenging look as she divided the huge portion into two uneven servings, sliding the much larger piece onto a plate and pushing it toward him.

      “I dare you.”

      “You should know I never back out on a dare,” he warned her.

      She handed him a fork, a smile playing about her lips. He followed her to the dining table where she sat at the end and he took the chair to her left. She’d barely sat before she was standing again.

      “Coffee! I forgot your coffee. These bloody pregnancy hormones have turned my brain into Swiss cheese,” she said.

      He grabbed her arm before she could move back to the kitchen.

      “Relax. I don’t need coffee,” he said.

      Her arm felt slim but strong beneath his hand. He forced himself to let her go, and she sank into the chair.

      For a moment there was nothing but the sound of forks clinking against plates as they each took a mouthful.

      “Before I forget,” Dom said.

      He leaned forward to pull her papers from his back pocket, then slid them across the table.

      Lucy’s face clouded as she looked at them.

      “Thanks.”

      “Why do I feel like I just handed you an execution order?”

      Her gaze flicked to his face, then away again.

      “It’s nothing. Less than nothing. I’m sorry you wasted your time on them.”

      She pushed the papers away as though she never wanted to see them again.

      He took a mouthful of his dessert and studied her. She looked tired. Maybe even a little beaten. The same vibe he’d sensed from her this morning.

      “You want to talk about it?” he asked quietly.

      She looked surprised. Then she shook her head. “You don’t want to hear all my problems,” she said after a long moment.

      “Come on, you have to talk to me. You made me come all this way for papers that mean nothing, you’re eating my tiramisu. What’s in this for me?” he said.

      She huffed out a laugh at his outrageous twisting of the truth. “When you put it that way.” She gave him a searching look then shrugged. “Just yawn or fall face-first into your food when you’ve heard enough.”

      “Don’t worry. I have plenty of cunning strategies to escape boring conversations. I have three aunts and four uncles.”

      Briefly she outlined her plans for Market Fresh—her goal to go online to grow the business, her plans to lease a second delivery van. She sat a little straighter as she talked and color came into her cheeks. She loved what she was doing, what she was building. And he was quietly impressed with her strategy. Apart from the all-too-apparent hiccup curving the front of her dressing gown, she sounded perfectly situated to take the next step.

      “Absolutely,” she agreed with him. “Except for one tiny little thing—the bank doesn’t agree with me. They won’t lend me the money I need to get my Web site built. Without the site, I can’t generate more business, and without more business I can’t afford to put on a second van.”

      Lucy looked down and seemed surprised that she’d polished off her dessert.

      “So, basically, I’m screwed,” she said.

      “Lucia Basso. If your mother could hear you now,” he said, mostly because he hated the despairing look that had crept into her eyes.

      “It’s okay. She already thinks I’m screwed. It won’t be news to her.”

      She met his gaze across the table, and they both burst into laughter. She laughed so hard she had to lean back in her chair and hold her stomach. By the time she’d gained a modicum of control, tears were rolling down her face.

      “God, I needed that,” she said. Then her eyes went wide and she straightened in her chair as though someone had goosed her. “Oh!”

      Both hands clutched her belly and she stared at Dom.

      “What? Is something wrong?” he asked, already half out of his chair.

      “The baby just moved!”

      “Right.” He felt like an idiot for being on the verge of calling the paramedics.

      “It’s the first time,” she explained excitedly. “All the pregnancy books say I should start feeling something about now, and I’ve been waiting and waiting but there’s been nothing—”

      Her eyes went wide again and she smiled.

      “There he goes again!” she said. “This is incredible! Dom, you have to feel this.”

      Before he knew what she was doing she’d pushed aside her dressing gown to reveal the thin T-shirt she was wearing underneath, grabbed his hand and pressed his palm to her belly. He could feel the warmth of her skin through the fabric, the rise and fall of her body as she breathed.

      “Can you feel it?” she asked, her voice hushed as though the baby might overhear her and stop performing.

      He shook his head, acutely self-conscious. He didn’t know what to do with his fingers, whether to relax them into her body or keep his hand stiff. He could smell her perfume and feel the swell of her breast pressing against his forearm.

      “Relax your hand more,” she instructed, frowning in concentration. He let his hand soften and she slid it over her belly, pressing it against herself with both hands.

      Still he could feel nothing. She bit her lip.

      “Maybe he’s tired,” she said.

      Beneath his palm, he felt a faint surge, the smallest of disturbances beneath her skin.

      He laughed and she grinned at him.

      “Tell me you felt that?”

      “I felt it.”

      They smiled at each other like idiots, his hand curved СКАЧАТЬ