Single Dads Collection. Lynne Marshall

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СКАЧАТЬ his motives in wanting a relationship with Shannon came back full force. He suddenly felt as if he were using her. And, even worse, that he might be thinking of Shannon romantically just because he wanted a mother for his child.

      Nerves skittered down his spine. What if he was? Oh, lord. What if he was?

      Then he was scum.

      They found a table in the back and once Rory opened Finley’s little packet of ranch dressing and poured it on her salad, she started to eat. Her mouth full of lettuce, she said, “I really like the game, Shannon.”

      Shannon and Rory both said, “Don’t talk with your mouth full.”

      Shannon quickly looked down at her own salad, but those odd feelings floated through Rory again. It was wonderful to have a partner. Wonderful to have backup. With Shannon around, it wasn’t just him against Finley. He had an ally.

      Finley chewed and swallowed then said, “I also forgot to say thanks.”

      The guilty sensations bombarding him intensified. That morning he should have prompted Finley to thank Shannon and he’d forgotten. He was proud as hell that Finley had remembered, but it served as yet another reminder that he wasn’t as good with Finley as he needed to be. And he was getting comfortable with Shannon picking up the slack.

      Shannon said, “You’re welcome. It was my pleasure. I appreciate you being so patient while I show your dad my store.”

      Kicking her feet under the table, Finley grinned.

      Rory’s heart about burst in his chest. Not from love or even pride. From some hideous emotion he couldn’t name. He didn’t have to ponder or think this through. Finley liked Shannon. She liked having a woman around. Having a woman around settled her. Was it any wonder he was interested in Shannon? Any wonder he wasn’t demanding to see her store on his own? He wanted to stay in her company and in her good graces. He didn’t want any friction between them so she’d continue to help him with Finley.

      He was double scum.

      Once they returned Finley to Shannon’s office and Wendy’s care, they started up the hall to the advertising department again, but Rory stopped her by placing his hand on her forearm.

      “Wait.”

      She turned, smiled. “What?”

      “I want some time alone with the people in advertising.”

      She didn’t hesitate, her smile didn’t slip. “Sure. No problem. I understand that you’d want to see what they’d say when the boss isn’t around.”

      “And I think I’d like to be by myself tomorrow when I spend the day with accounting.”

      Again, her smile didn’t slip. No hesitation when she said, “Sure.” Her smile actually grew. “I’ll be happy to spend this afternoon and tomorrow with Finley.”

      His heart lurched. She really did love Finley.

      “And I also thought it would be a good idea for the two of you to come to my house for a little more decorating tonight.”

      She might not have hesitated, but he did. He wasn’t at all sure that was a good idea. Except, he was confused about his feelings for Shannon and maybe a little private time would clear everything up for him?

      “Are you sure we’re not an imposition?”

      She laughed her wonderful musical laugh and his heart about kicked its way out of his chest. How could he ever worry that he only wanted to spend time with Shannon because she was a good mom to Finley? He liked her. God, if he liked her any more he wouldn’t be able to hold off telling her until after he made a decision about the store.

      “I love having you around.”

      He caught her gaze and found himself trapped in her pretty blue eyes. “Thanks.”

      “You’re welcome. And don’t bring food. I’ll cook.”

      He chuckled, glad she’d said something that could bring him back to reality. “Thought you couldn’t cook?”

      “I wasn’t thinking anything fancy. Just macaroni and cheese and hot dogs. Things Finley might be missing since you’re on the road.”

      His heart expanded again. She was so good to Finley that it was easy for him to see how he could be confused. But he wasn’t confused anymore. She was beautiful. Smart. Fun. He liked her.

      Ha! Take that, Fate. He liked her.

      He frowned. Great. He liked her. But he couldn’t tell her or make a move until after their deal was done. And he was about to spend private time in her company. This night might not be the piece of cake that he thought.

      That night when they arrived at Shannon’s house, she opened the door and welcomed them inside, proud of the scent of macaroni and cheese and hot dogs that greeted them.

      Impatient while her dad helped her out of her jacket, Finley cried, “Hot dogs!”

      “Yep. And macaroni.”

      “All right!”

      She turned to take Finley’s jacket and saw Rory shrugging out of his coat and she did a double take. He wasn’t wearing his usual dress shirt and dress pants. Instead, he wore jeans and a T-shirt. She’d seen him in jeans, of course, but that was over the weekend when everything was awkward. Tonight he looked so relaxed, so casual in her home, that her pulse fluttered.

      She sucked in a breath. Reminded herself she could do this. For the opportunity to spend time with Finley, she could be with Rory without giving in to her attraction.

      “Right this way.”

      She led them into the kitchen and walked directly to the stove. Pulling a tray of hot dogs from the broiler, she said, “Everything’s ready. Take a seat.”

      At the table, Rory put a hot dog on a bun for Finley, who eagerly bit into it. “This is good!”

      Shannon took a quick swipe over her mouth with her napkin to keep from scolding Finley for talking with her mouth full. Rory had been giving her odd looks all day. It had taken a while but she’d finally figured out that she might be overstepping her boundaries by constantly mothering Finley. Whether he’d asked for help or not, she was just a bit too helpful. So it was best to back off a bit.

      She served yellow cake for dessert then accepted Rory and Finley’s help clearing the table. When the kitchen was cleaned, she turned from the sink and said, “Okay, everybody, let’s get our coats on.”

      Rory’s eyebrows rose. “Coats?”

      “We’re going to put up the outside lights.”

      Finley clapped. Rory frowned. “It’s dark.”

      “I know. But my dad has a big spotlight that we can use.” She laughed. “It’ll light up the whole yard.”

      “Setting up seems like it will take more time than the actual decorating.”

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