And Baby Makes Four. Mary J. Forbes
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Название: And Baby Makes Four
Автор: Mary J. Forbes
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Контркультура
Серия: Mills & Boon Cherish
isbn: 9781408944080
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Huffing a breath, he shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “My apologies. You’re right. I wasn’t thinking. All that mattered, still matters, is my son, Ms. Tait. He’s my first priority. Everything else falls by the wayside.”
“Well.” Her irritation faded upon his reference to the child. “At least we have that cleared up.” She hesitated. “I understand you bought Eve Riley’s old farm and that you’re renovating the house.” Kat had let that tidbit drop at dinner.
“I did and am.” He smiled, a flash of white in the dark. “This for insurance purposes, too?”
“Absolutely,” she quipped. “Especially when you don’t look like any farmer I know.”
She thought he might chuckle, but instead his gaze took in the dark woods behind her. “I’m a defense attorney.”
Which meant he litigated for the underdog or the criminal. Yet it didn’t explain why he’d relocated his child in the middle of the school term—and on an island—while he continued to work on the mainland, a seemingly unfair decision. More so, where was the boy’s mother? Was she the second Matteo in the business card’s “Matteo and Matteo”?
“Is your wife a lawyer, too?”
His eyes dulled. “No.”
“Will she be joining—”
“No.”
Lee shivered. The way he said that one word…. “I’m sorry,” she said. “It’s none of my business.”
He stood frozen, quiet—which told her more than she had a right to know. Rogan Matteo was the sole guardian of his son. The reasons weren’t important, but they were enough to stay on her guard. Daddy role models were not a favored part of her life. Her father had left Charmaine when Lee was a toddler. Two decades later, her own marriage had dissolved in a raw divorce after her inability to conceive—and her ex’s infidelity.
“See you in a week.” She spun around.
“Lee, wait. I need you to fly me tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow? I thought you were on vacation.” Again, according to Kat.
“I am, but I just found out I’ll need to be in Renton for a 9:00 a.m. meeting. I can take the afternoon ferry back if you’re not available.”
She mulled over her options. “Fine. I’m flying my brother-in-law to Renton at one, I can fly you back then. That time frame work for you?”
“Yes, and thank you. See you at eight-fifteen?”
“Till then.” She shrugged out of his vest, reluctant to let go of his scent. Get a grip, Lee. “Goodbye, Mr. Matteo.”
“Rogan,” he corrected, taking the garment she shoved into his hand. “And goodnight, Lee.”
She hurried down the path, the timbre of his voice lingering in her ear. The prickle in her fingers sharpened.
Tomorrow, she’d fly him over, and afterward find an excuse to boot him off her plane and out of her life.
Determined, she said goodbye to Kat and Blake, and drove home. Two hours later, Rogan Matteo’s mellow Southern accent continued to whisper across her skin.
He slept in spurts, getting out of bed when dawn edged a line of pink onto the horizon. Today he would be climbing into a plane with a woman pilot. A woman whose moves attracted him, whose hair framed her face in a way that was sexy as hell.
A woman with whom he’d spend twenty minutes flying across ocean water. Not a lake and not in the mountains, he reasoned. It’s not the same geography Sophie and Darby flew over.
His heart bounced in his chest. Although the radiant heating had clicked on at 5:00 a.m. and the cabin was warming, he felt a chill. Shoving away visions of confined cockpits, he checked on Danny across the hall. Curled in a ball, blankets cocooned around his small body, his son slumbered the sleep of the innocent.
Rogan touched the boy’s shoulder, felt its fragility, and a surge of protection blew through him. I’ll always be here for you, son. I won’t let you down.
Leaving the boy to sleep for another couple of hours, he went to shower. Minutes later, he dressed, then headed for the kitchen to pour cereal into a pair of thick, ceramic bowls.
By eight o’clock, briefcase in hand, he locked up the cabin and ushered Danny out to the truck.
“You know that Mrs. Huddleston will be taking you to school this morning, right, buddy?” Rogan stood in the open door of the rear passenger seat and waited for his son to buckle up. He hated the thought of dropping Danny at the old lady’s house this one time, but she lived across from the school, and she’d been a caretaker of kids for years. Rogan had done an extensive check in case he needed her assistance when he had to leave before the school’s doors opened. As he did today.
Dan’s blond hair fell into his eyes.
“Tomorrow we’ll get you a haircut,” Rogan continued.
“Don’t wanna.”
“Ah. You want to look like a rock star,” he cajoled, hoping to draw a smile from his son as he tugged the collar of the boy’s red jacket from the back of his thin neck. Danny had been surly since he crawled from bed an hour ago.
“No-o.”
“A shaggy dog then?”
“No. Let’s just go, Dad.”
Rogan held in a sigh. “Okay, pal.” After closing the door, he went around the hood, got behind the wheel, and started the engine. Hoping for a trace of eagerness on his son’s face, he glanced in the rearview mirror.
Danny stared out the side window at the cabin, his mouth a line of mutiny.
Okay, then. Driving down the timbered lane of the B and B to Shore Road, Rogan offered, “Mrs. Huddleston said there’s a boy your age she also takes to school. His name’s Bobby and he’s in your class.”
No answer.
“You know I’d stay home if I could, Daniel, but I need to attend this meeting with Uncle Johnny.”
Still no response. Checking the mirror again, he felt his heart lurch. A tear clung to his son’s cheek. The sight nearly had him pulling to the roadside, except he couldn’t afford to miss his flight with Lee Tait, and Danny needed to be on time for school. “Talk to me, buddy,” he tried again. “Please.”
The boy’s bottom lip quivered. He continued to view the ocean through the trees. “I wanna go to my old school.”
Translation: I hate making new friends.
“And I wanna go home.”
The house in Renton. “Aw, bud. This is our home now.”
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