Christmas Baby For The Princess. Barbara Wallace

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      “Every week?” With her dead husband? “Does that not violate some kind of health code?”

      “Probably,” he said with a shrug, “but seeing how she owns most of the buildings on this street, we’re willing to risk the infraction.”

      “Oh.” Whatever vindication she felt faded away. “I did not realize she was so important.”

      “All our customers are important,” Max corrected. “Without them, we wouldn’t exist.” He took a sip of his drink. “Did he tell you that every time you move a party or seat them at the wrong table, that he needs to redo the seating chart?”

      More times than she could count. “Yes,” she said.

      “Did he also tell you that having to start over causes even longer delays?”

      “No, that he did not mention.”

      Arianna fiddled with the napkin roll she’d just completed, twirling the black cloth back and forth between her fingers. Whereas being upbraided by the likes of Javier set her teeth on edge, Max’s criticisms made her feel foolish and inept. She couldn’t imagine him ever making as many mistakes as she had these past few days.

      “I had some trouble memorizing the seating chart,” she said meekly. “My brain, it...”

      She shook her head. Max didn’t need to hear how her brain had become fuzzy and sluggish, or how it took all her energy to keep her ever-present morning sickness at bay.

      “I’m sorry,” she said instead. “I’ll pay closer attention in the future.”

      “Afraid it’s too late for that. Javier’s refusing to let you back up front.”

      “He is?” That was not fair. She did not make that many mistakes. “What am I supposed to do then?” Surely they had enough tableware.

      Max didn’t reply, beyond staring into his drink. “I don’t know,” he said after a moment. “You can’t hostess for Javier anymore. And I can’t put you back out there as a waitress. Not after what happened with Deputy Mayor Esperanza. The man you dumped a salad on last night,” he added when she gave him a blank look.

      That man was the deputy mayor? While Corinthia didn’t have the position, she knew enough about the title to assume that in a city the size of New York, the title was an important one. “No wonder he asked if I knew who he was.”

      She must have said something amusing because the hint of a smile played on Max’s mouth. “Yes, well, Deputy Mayor Esperanza is a legend in his own mind, that is for sure.”

      “Was he very angry?” If the way the man turned a deep shade of crimson was any indication, he had been. She’d done her best to apologize, but the horrid little man simply slapped her words aside and told her to leave him alone.

      “Nothing a couple bottles of super Tuscan didn’t cure,” Max replied.

      “Good.” She would have felt terrible if her mistake caused real damage to Max’s restaurant. “I’m glad.”

      “Me, too. Although between you and me, the guy could use an arugula shower now and then. To keep him humble.”

      Setting his drink on the counter, he shifted his posture, leaning his weight on the elbow closest to the bar so he once again faced her. The smile he’d been fighting had found its way to his eyes, the shine bringing out flecks of blue in them Arianna hadn’t noticed before. Her lips curled upward in response and for a moment, they silently shared the idea.

      “So,” Max said, reaching for his drink again. “You’ve never waited tables before, have you?”

      “Of course I ha— How did you know?”

      He arched his brow. “Did you seriously think I wouldn’t notice your lack of experience?”

      “No.” Certainly not with the way he was watching her. Still... Her cheeks growing hot, she looked down at her feet. “I had hoped I would catch on quickly.”

      “How’s that plan working out?”

      “Not so well.”

      “You think?”

      She’d prefer anger to sarcasm. “If you knew, why did you hire me?”

      “Because I’m a sucker for a sob story, that’s why,” he replied.

      Sob story? “I did not tell—”

      “You didn’t have to,” he said, frowning into the last of his drink. “I guess I’d hoped you’d catch on quickly, too.”

      But she hadn’t, and she felt like a fool for even trying. “I didn’t realize it would be so difficult.” All those people speaking so rapidly, barking orders at her. “Everything moves so much faster than I expected.”

      “Problem is, this is our busiest season. I need a waitress who can be up-to-speed immediately. I don’t have the time to train someone.”

      “I understand,” Arianna replied, though that didn’t take away the sting. Before, she’d been merely foolish. Now she was foolish and useless, too.

      Seemed like all she’d done the past few weeks was let people down. Her lower lip started to quiver. How on earth was she going to be able to do what was right for a baby? She hadn’t so far.

      “I’ll go get my coat.”

      Sliding off the stool to her feet, she barely got a step before Max’s hand caught her arm. “Hold on,” he said. “You don’t have to go so fast.”

      What was the point in staying? So she could fold more napkins?

      “We’re on the last round of seating. Why don’t you grab a good hot meal, and wait until closing. I’ll take you home, and we can talk about what you’re going to do. Okay?”

      How could she say no when his eyes were filled with such concern? Seeing their warmth helped to soften her disappointment. If she had one good memory about her brief stay in New York, Max Brown looking at her right now, with soft, sexy, sympathetic eyes, would be it.

      Plus, she would be foolish to turn down a five-star meal. Her stomach, with its usual unpredictability, leaped for joy when he made the offer. “All right,” she said. “I’ll wait.”

      “Good.” He looked pleased. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but she swore he had looked as disappointed about her imminent departure as she felt. “I’ll send Darlene over with a menu.

      “And hey, chin up...” His fingers caught her jaw, tilting her face toward his. “Everything will work out. You’ll see.”

      “Sure,” she whispered after he left. “We’ll see.”

      * * *

      Leaving Arianna at the bar, Max retreated to the sanctuary of his office. He had the sudden need to bury himself in paperwork and clear away thoughts of pale skin and black sateen dresses.

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