The Pregnancy Promise. Barbara McMahon

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      “Tray introduced me to one of his friends.”

      “Why would he do that?” Annalise asked.

      “I told him about the situation.”

      “He came to the cottage, didn’t he? I thought he might when he almost browbeat me into giving out where you were. Were you okay with that?”

      “Yes, that was fine. He listened to my tale of woe and came up with this idea—meet his friend who used to be married and wants to be married again. Maybe we’ll hit it off. We all had lunch together today and Mark asked me to dinner tonight.” She didn’t tell Annalise about Tray’s help for two days. Her sister would jump to erroneous conclusions.

      “Fast worker. How are you feeling about that?”

      “He seems nice.”

      “Yuck, the kiss of death. No one wants to be nice. If he’s only nice, he’s not for you.”

      Lianne laughed. “Don’t be silly. Of course I want a nice man for a husband. What—do you think I should have someone not nice?”

      “How would you describe your boss?”

      Lianne went still for a moment. “Why?”

      “I figured you would fall for someone like him. You and I are alike and he’s the closest man to Dominic I know.”

      “He’s nothing like your husband.”

      “Maybe not superficially, but they both have that rock-hard center, they know their way around the world and give me the feeling of being able to take on anything—and come out the winner.”

      Lianne nodded, then realized her sister couldn’t see her. “I guess. But I’m definitely not his type. His latest girlfriend could be a super model. Thin, beautiful and sophisticated.”

      “You’re pretty and sophisticated,” Annalise said.

      Lianne laughed. “I noticed you left out the thin part. But I’m not in her league, not that I want to be. Tray’s not for me. Anyway, I’ll let you know more about Mark after dinner tonight. Gotta go.” She hung up and returned to her task. Her and Tray? Where did Annalise come up with such an idea? She would not give that a moment’s thought. They were work colleagues—nothing more.

      It was after eleven by the time Lianne returned home. Dinner had been at one of the “in” restaurants in Washington. Even on a Thursday evening it had been crowded. Mark had reserved a table so there’d been no wait. Lianne wondered how he’d managed that.

      She kicked off her shoes and went into the kitchen. Putting the kettle on, she got tea from the cupboard. A cup of chamomile would help her relax. She yawned, feeling her cheek muscles protest. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d smiled so much. Be polite, she could hear her mother’s voice echoing throughout the night.

      The phone rang. She went to answer, noticing the flashing light on her answering machine.

      “So how did it go?” Tray asked when she answered.

      Lianne was surprised to hear from him. Annalise she expected.

      “All right.”

      “Only all right?”

      “He’s nice.”

      “But?”

      “Does there have to be a but?” she asked, stalling. Mark was Tray’s friend.

      “Yes, with that lead-in, there does.”

      She hesitated a moment. It would serve no purpose to delay, time wouldn’t change anything. “He’s nice and still hung up on his ex-wife. If I had to listen to another word about how he’d screwed up and how she’d been an angel only he hadn’t seen it in time, I thought I would scream.”

      “The man has rocks for brains,” Tray said. “Did he talk about her all night?”

      “No. That’s what is sort of sad. He’d talk about something, then end up talking about her. Once he’d realize he was doing that, he’d stop and try another topic, segueing back to his ex. I think he really wants to be over her, but he’s not.”

      “Are you seeing him again?”

      “No.”

      The silence stretched out for several seconds.

      “Maybe I know someone else,” Tray said slowly.

      “Forget it. Annalise knows some men she says are right up my alley. I’ll see how I get along with them. It’s my own fault. I love my job, you know that. I still should have done more about a social life before now.”

      “This was only the first day of your campaign.”

      “You make it sound like a war strategy.” It wasn’t at all like she hoped. She pictured herself as happy as her twin when she fell in love. Now the entire thing sounded analytical and deliberate. Where was the happiness in all this? Was the price of a baby going to be too high?

      “It is a kind of strategy. You need to find the right match.”

      “Mmm. It’s early, I know, but what if I don’t find someone I can even think of going to bed with?”

      “Was that the real problem with Mark?”

      She thought about it a moment. “Yes. No matter what, I couldn’t see myself getting intimate with the man.”

      “It was a first date,” Tray said.

      “I don’t think that would change.”

      “You’ll find someone. Let me know how your sister’s friends work out. I have another couple of friends who are still single.”

      “Maybe they want to stay single like you,” she said.

      “You think I won’t marry?”

      “Tray, you’re thirty-six years old and haven’t come close to getting married yet. You date some of the world’s most beautiful women. I think you’re hard to please. And you have to admit, you spend a lot of time at work. Relationships take time to build and maintain.”

      “That doesn’t mean I don’t want a family—someday.”

      Lianne heard the kettle whistling. She walked into the kitchen and turned off the gas. “Do you think there are several people in the world a person could be equally happy with?”

      “Maybe.”

      “I mean that one man for one woman sounds awfully chancy. What if they pass each other by? Would neither ever find happiness?” Lianne asked wistfully.

      “You’re getting too philosophical for tonight. Go to sleep and tomorrow see what your sister turns up.”

      Lianne fixed her tea and went to the living room. Turning off СКАЧАТЬ