All A Man Can Be. Virginia Kantra

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      Mark slit the flap and unfolded the letter inside.

      Dear Mr. Delucca, I am writing to you, blah blah, guardian ad litem— What the hell was that? —for Daniel Wainscott. More blah, inform you of the passing of Elizabeth Jane Wainscott—

      His eye caught. His mind stumbled. Betsy? Betsy was dead?

      —will suggested that you are Daniel’s father and requested that you become his guardian.

      The news slammed his chest like a swinging boom. The air left his lungs. The room tilted.

      “Mark? What’s the matter?”

      He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t think. He could only read while his world capsized around him.

      Phrases leaped off the page. The words were jumbled and his vision blurred, but the meaning seemed horribly clear.

      …no legally binding effect.

      Daniel’s grandparents, Robert and Helen Wainscott, have expressed interest in adopting Daniel and appear ready to pursue all legal avenues to do so.

      …advise you……choose to prove paternity……seek custody of Daniel…

      “Mark!” Tess touched his arm.

      The letter in his grip quivered like the edge of a sail. Mark folded it and tucked it back into the stack. But the words still burned and swirled in his brain.

      …possibility that you are, indeed, Daniel’s father……act quickly to avoid losing your rights…

      “It’s nothing,” he lied. “A mistake. Want a pastry?”

      Chapter 2

      She was pretty when she smiled.

      Mark paused in the dark entryway. Behind the bar, chubby Joe Scholz was trying to explain the idiosyncrasies of the Blue Moon’s cash register to Nicole Reed. Her blond head was bowed. Her pink lips curved in a secret smile. And with the suddenness of a squall, swift, blind, animal lust took Mark by the throat and shook him at the root.

      He sucked in his breath and waited in the dark, his blood roaring, until his eyes adjusted fully to the dim room and his body recovered from the impact of that smile.

      Nicole glanced toward the entrance and saw him. Just for a second, surprise and relief shone in those blue eyes. And then her slim shoulders squared, and her smile disappeared as if it had never been.

      Mark took another breath. Good.

      “I didn’t expect to see you here,” she said in her precise, private school voice.

      He forced himself to move forward; summoned a shrug. “Then I guess you didn’t look at the work schedule.”

      Her lips firmed. “I looked.”

      “Then you should have known I was on at four.”

      “I thought you hadn’t decided yet whether you would continue to work here.”

      He liked the way she took the battle to him, instead of dithering around. But he couldn’t afford to like her too much. He couldn’t afford to say too much, either.

      The problem was, he hadn’t decided what to do yet. Nobody in town would believe it—the Delucca men weren’t exactly known for sticking around—but Mark’s pride wouldn’t let him walk away without at least giving notice.

      Not to mention that as long as there was the slightest chance there was a kid out there somewhere with the Wainscott name and Delucca genes, this could be a really bad time for Mark to find himself unemployed.

      Mark’s jaw tightened. No, he wouldn’t mention that.

      He wouldn’t even think about it.

      Much.

      He lifted up a section of the counter and slid behind the bar. “You need a bartender.”

      Nicole slipped out of his way, watching him with her too-cool, too-perceptive blue eyes. In the cigarette-and-beer-tinged air, her scent lingered, expensive and out of place. “Joe is here.”

      Joe was doing his best to fade into the bottles behind the bar. “Joe’s off now.”

      “I would have managed.”

      “They teach you how to mix drinks in business school?”

      “No,” she admitted. “But I pour a mean glass of chardonnay.”

      Mark stopped inventorying the glassware for the evening rush to stare at her. Little Miss Michigan Avenue wasn’t actually poking fun at herself, was she?

      She offered him a small smile. It didn’t transform her face the way the other one did, but it was still very, very nice. “Thank you for coming in,” she said. Like she meant it.

      He lifted one shoulder. “Don’t thank me. That’s what you pay me for.”

      “Is there anything I can do to help?”

      Uh-oh. Another minute, and he might start liking this chick. And that would be as big a mistake as mixing beer and brandy.

      “Try staying out of my way,” he suggested, not caring if he sounded like a jerk. Hell, hoping he sounded like a jerk, like somebody she wouldn’t in a million years want to get to know better. The last thing he needed was another sweet-smelling, spoiled blonde complicating his life.

      …need to consider the possibility that you are, indeed, Daniel’s father.

      Damn.

      A couple of regulars dragged in—the eight-to-four shift was ending at the nearby paper plant—and Mark greeted them with smiles and relief.

      “Hey, Tom, Ed. How’s it going?” He moved smoothly to pull a beer and pour a whiskey, comfortable with the demands of his job, easy in the world he’d created.

      A world where he knew almost everybody by name and could give them what they wanted without having to think about it too much.

      Okay, he was good, Nicole admitted several hours into Mark’s shift.

      Good to look at, too, she thought as he turned to set a drink at the other end of the bar and she had the chance to admire his hard, lean back and the fit of his Rough Rider jeans.

      Not that his appearance mattered, she reminded herself. She was here to evaluate his job performance, not his butt. She stole another surreptitious glance. Although at the moment she had no complaint with either one.

      He didn’t spin or flip or juggle bottles. Unlike Joe, who had kept up an unthreatening stream of jokes and small talk through the afternoon, he didn’t try to entertain the customers. Surely he could offer them more than, “What can I get you?” and “Be with you in a sec.”

      But he never got an СКАЧАТЬ