Dreaming Of… Italy. Alison Roberts

Чтение книги онлайн.

СКАЧАТЬ He could deal with that. Hell, he could deal with anything for twenty minutes. “No need to be so embarrassed or so hard on them. I love the food from the restaurant they chose and as your mom said, everybody needs to eat.”

      She visibly relaxed and nodded, and his instincts jumped again. All along he’d thought there was something about her. Her family reminded him she was new to the city. Maybe even here alone. And if he got comfortable with her family, maybe she would become more comfortable with him?

      He took the big chair at the head of things, reached for a carton of sweet-and-sour pork and dished some onto one of the throw-away plates Olivia’s mom had handed out.

      “So what do you do for a living, Jim?”

      “I’m in construction.”

      “That’s wonderful.”

      Loraina beamed. “He paid for Olivia’s schooling by flipping houses.”

      “Wow.” That took hard work and brains, the ability to find a good house and spend only enough on remodeling that you could still make a profit when you sold it. He could see where Olivia got her talent with numbers.

      “He’ll do the same for Cindy now.”

      Cindy faced Olivia. “Are we going to get to see your apartment?”

      “I don’t know. How long are you guys staying?”

      Billy said, “Two days. We have to fly back tomorrow night.”

      Tucker said, “That’s a short stay for such a long trip.”

      All five Prentisses grew quiet. Olivia’s face reddened again. And again the sense that there was something he was missing nagged at him.

      But Loraina brightened. “Hotels are expensive in this city. We’re just happy for the time we get.”

      Olivia suddenly said, “Who wants an egg roll?”

      Her dad and brother immediately shoved their plates at her, but Tucker suspected she’d craftily changed the subject.

      When she faced Cindy, and asked, “Are you ready for school?” he was certain of it.

      “I may never be totally ready.” Cindy grabbed a different carton of the food and dished herself a serving. “Billy made the football team.”

      Olivia spun to face him. “Oh, my gosh! Shouldn’t you be at practice?”

      Billy scowled.

      Loraina said, “You can miss a practice or two. It’s not every day you get to see New York City.”

      Ignoring Billy’s plight, Cindy said, “I was sort of hoping you’d take me shopping.”

      Olivia laughed gaily. “Me? I can just barely dress myself. If you want expert advice, you need to take Eloise with you.”

      Jim said, “I don’t think there’s time for shopping.”

      Billy said, “You can shop at home.”

      Loraina agreed. “You get better bargains there anyway. I saw designers on TV the other day showing how to make clothes from your local store look like big-city fashions.”

      “I don’t want them to look like big-city fashions. I want them to be big-city fashions. Can’t we stay another day?”

      Billy exploded. “No! I’m missing two practices already! I’m not missing three!”

      “You and your precious football.”

      “You and your precious clothes! At least some day football might get me a scholarship. What are clothes going to get you?”

      “A boyfriend?”

      “You don’t need a boyfriend!”

      Both parents said that at once and might have made Tucker laugh, except Cindy’s next whine started a discussion that had all five Prentisses talking at once. Tucker had been in boardrooms where five people talked at once. He’d been in boardrooms where five people yelled at once. But this discussion—sort of stupid, but very important to the people talking—whipped around him like a tornado. He had absolutely no idea of what to say.

      Worse, he didn’t think they cared or wanted him to say anything.

      A feeling of alienation stole over him, which didn’t surprise him. In foster homes, you didn’t comment on another kid’s life or problems. You weren’t really family; you were boarders. He remembered falling asleep trying to imagine himself in a family like this and never quite being able to put himself into the picture. He couldn’t put himself in this picture either. Even though he was actually, physically here.

      Olivia’s laugh penetrated his discomfort and he glanced from the arguing teens to Jim to Loraina who groaned and said things like “Settle down” and “If you don’t stop fighting nobody’s getting anything.”

      He peeked at Olivia again. Her pretty face relaxed in her laughter.

      Now she was happy and he was the one who felt like an outsider.

      * * *

      Olivia had never been so glad to see an elevator door open and take people away as she was to see her parents and siblings leave Tucker Engle’s office. He made good on his promise of his limo for their use that afternoon, but he’d been quiet through their lunch.

      “Do you want me to go back to reviewing Bartulocci financials this afternoon?”

      “Yes.”

      He said the word while staring at the elevator that had just taken away her family and his limo driver.

      A minute ticked off the clock. Then another. Then another. He just kept staring at that elevator.

      “Are you okay?”

      “I’m fine.”

      But Olivia didn’t think he was. Normally, he was a tad brisk. Formal. Even with Elias and Ricky from the start-up, two guys who considered him a friend, he’d been formal. She didn’t like this sullen side of him. “I want to apologize again for my family.”

      “Your family is very nice.”

      She winced. “My brother and sister fight all the time.”

      He turned away from the elevator and headed to his office. “I’ve heard that’s normal for brothers and sisters.”

      She scrambled after him. If this mood was the fault of her family, she had to help him get rid of it. “Heard?”

      “I don’t have any brothers and sisters.”

      He strode to his desk and bent down to retrieve a briefcase from the floor. He stopped so quickly, bent so quickly and rose so quickly, that Olivia didn’t have time to get out of his way. When he stood again, they were mere inches apart.

      She СКАЧАТЬ