Cowboy Seal Daddy. Laura Altom Marie

Чтение книги онлайн.

СКАЧАТЬ gasped and covered her mouth, but then hugged her baby bump. “Which is where I come in? You want me to pretend this is your baby? That we’re together, so your father rests in peace?” Her gaze welled. “Wayne—that’s the sweetest thing ever. But I’ve met your parents lots of times. Surely they’d remember you and I are just friendly neighbors?”

      “Exactly. Think about it. That’s what makes this whole plan perfect. What could be more natural than two friends falling for each other and having a baby?”

      “Wayne—” She released a long, slow exhale. “You know I love you, but not that way.”

      “That’s the best part. I feel the same. You’re a great girl, but—”

      She frowned. “I’m not your type?”

      “I was going to say I’m career military and blow shit up. You, on the other hand, spend your days making the world more beautiful with your design business.” Plus, Wayne’s divorce left him one hundred percent certain he didn’t have the intestinal fortitude to marry again. Give him a bomb over a bombshell of a woman any day. “You’re an amazing soul. Any man would be lucky to have you. But this engagement wouldn’t be real.”

      “But what about your mom? She’s not dying. What happens when she wants to spend time with the baby after your dad passes?”

      “Great question.” Now Wayne was the one wearing a frown. “You’re right. I hadn’t thought that through.”

      “Although... I suppose after he dies, you could tell her the truth?”

      “Does that mean you’re at least willing to consider my plan?”

      “For you, for your sweet father, of course. But there’s a lot involved. We’d have to really be in sync—not just act like friendly neighbors, but...you know.” Her blush told him her mind had gone straight to the gutter.

      Yeah, he did know.

      Once upon a time, a couple weeks after moving in, he’d considered asking Paisley on a date, but then he’d been deployed—hell, maybe a better way of looking at it was that six months in Iraq had given him an overdue reality check. He couldn’t put himself through another potential breakup. The pain of loving and losing was too damned intense.

      Survival was about keeping his head in the game—not on a woman.

      “Thank you.” Wayne was caught off guard by the profound gratitude he felt for her in the moment. “It really is a half-baked plan, but...” He worked past the knot in his throat that hardened every time he thought of a world without his father. “If we successfully pull this off and it brings my dad comfort in the last weeks of his life, it could be worth it.”

      “Absolutely.” She wiped silent tears with the backs of her hands.

      “This is good.” Damned if his eyes weren’t also stinging from the relief of having her onboard. “Nutty-as-a-drunk-squirrel crazy—but good.”

      “For the record, you have to know this could end in disaster.”

      “True.” But more likely, his plan would bring his father much-needed peace.

      “Just to be clear, I refuse to take money. This would strictly be a humanitarian mission.”

      “Deal.” He stood, crossing the short distance between them to shake her hand. Was it his imagination, or was there a spark that had never been there before?

      Not cool. Sparks were the last thing he needed from the neighbor he considered one of his best friends.

      * * *

      “WHOA, WHOA, WHOA. Back up the truck.” In the glorified closet that served as Velvet’s break room, Monica tossed her usual frozen breakfast burrito in the microwave, then slammed the door before setting the time. “Wayne—hotshot, abs-of-steel navy SEAL—wants to rent you and your unborn baby? Sweetie...” She shook her head. “That’s more than a little twisted.”

      As if on cue, Paisley’s cell buzzed. Her mother. One more problem she’d prefer avoiding. Paisley touched the decline button for the call.

      “You can’t keep this up forever. One day, you will have to talk to your mom.”

      “I don’t doubt that for a second, but that day isn’t this day. Now, where were we?”

      “You were trying rather unsuccessfully to explain why you’re agreeing to Wayne’s crazy scheme.”

      “His dad is dying.” While Monica ate her smelly meal, Paisley struggled not to retch as she relayed pertinent details. “With all of that in mind, how could I turn him down?”

      “Gee—did it ever occur to you to just say no?”

      “Well, sure, but then he looked so sad, and—”

      “The man’s no doubt been trained in psychological warfare. Playing dirty was the only way Logan got me to date him.”

      “Let’s be real—Logan’s ass in a pair of jeans worked most of his magic.”

      “Language!” Monica scolded. “You’re about to be a mother.”

      “And if you for one second pretend you weren’t just as hot for Logan as he was for you, then you’re a liar.”

      “All right. What can I say? The guy has it going on. But he also thinks commitment is a four-letter word. Besides, my dad would never approve.”

      “Wait—” Eyebrows raised, Paisley leaned across the table. “Are you saying that if Logan proposed and Daddy Conrad actually approved, you might still be together?”

      Monica chewed extra fast before swallowing, then said, “I’m not sure how you turned this issue around on me, but it’s not going to work. The matter at hand is the fact that Wayne is using you. Sweetie, you’ve got the biggest heart of anyone I’ve ever known, but you also have a seriously full plate. You’re a business owner on the verge of becoming a single mom. You have about two free hours a day when you’re not puking your guts out, and I selfishly need you to spend them here.”

      Paisley drew her lower lip into her mouth for a nibble.

      “Oh God...” Monica fisted her burrito’s plastic wrapper. “You already told him you’d do it.”

      Nodding, shaking her head, Paisley settled for a shrug. “What can I say? Rampant pregnancy hormones made me a sucker for his sad, stormy-gray eyes—but it’s all good. We were both up front about this being a platonic, temporary humanitarian gig.”

      “Lord... In the immortal words of Cher, ‘Snap out of it!’ This man is not your friend. He’s a neighbor who doesn’t need a simple cup of sugar, but your womb. There’s no way you’ll fool his dad, let alone his mother. The whole plan is ludicrous.”

      True. So why does my heart skip a beat every time I think about getting started?

       Chapter Three

      Over СКАЧАТЬ