Cinderella's Secret Agent. Ingrid Weaver

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СКАЧАТЬ and took the tissue from Del. “Thanks again. You must think I’m an idiot.”

      “No, I think you’re a mother who loves her daughter very much.”

      Shaking her head, she gave a watery laugh. “If you keep saying things like that, I’ll never stop crying.”

      “Sorry.”

      “No, no. I don’t mind. I’m savoring every second of this. Honest.” She wadded up the tissue and tossed it toward the wastebasket. “But you really didn’t have to bring anything—”

      She drew in her breath as she caught sight of the back of his hand. The skin from his knuckles to his wrist was an angry, shiny red scattered with painful-looking gouges. “Oh, my gosh. What happened? Oh, no. Did I do that?”

      “It’s nothing. I burned myself last week, that’s all.”

      “How?”

      He waited half a beat before he answered. “An accident at work.”

      “An accident?”

      He lifted one shoulder in a dismissive shrug. “A coffeepot broke.”

      “I’m sorry, I hadn’t noticed yesterday,” she said, her gaze on the injured skin. “And you let me hold your hand. I’m so sorry, Del. That must have hurt.”

      “Maggie, compared to what you went through, I barely noticed,” he said easily.

      She had a strong urge to reach out and stroke his hand. She didn’t, of course. She might have held on to him yesterday, but those were special circumstances. “I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t been there, Del,” she said. “I mean, I took all the prenatal classes, but reading books and seeing videos can’t come close to the real thing. It’s a good thing you were so calm.”

      “I’m glad I could help, although you were the one who deserves all the praise. You never let out so much as a whimper.”

      “I couldn’t have. It would have driven away all of Laszlo’s customers.” Taking a steadying breath, she turned her gaze to the baby. “I was right about having a girl.”

      “Yes, you were.”

      “Did you say that your sister has six children?”

      “Uh-huh.”

      “How did she come up with six names? I can’t even settle on one.”

      “She chose names from our family. Altogether we have thirteen aunts and uncles.”

      “Wow. Big families must run in—” She chuckled. “I was going to say they run in the family.”

      “It’s an old Missouri homesteader tradition, raising your own farmhands,” Del said dryly.

      “You’re from a farm?” Maggie asked, intrigued.

      “A long time ago,” he answered.

      So he wasn’t a cowboy after all, she thought. He was a farmer. Well, both professions involved dealing with animals and squinting at the horizon, so it was close enough. Before she could pursue the topic, she sensed a flutter of movement against her arm. She looked at her daughter. The baby’s eyelids were flickering. “Oh, Del,” she murmured. “She’s waking up.”

      “Sorry,” he whispered. “I didn’t mean to disturb her.”

      “She’s been asleep for an hour—that’s a long time for a newborn. She’s such a clever girl. I told you she’s a genius, didn’t I?”

      “No, not yet.”

      “Well, she is.” As her baby’s eyes blinked open, Maggie felt a rush of warmth. Would she ever tire of looking at this little miracle? She shifted on the bed to sit up straighter, smiling gratefully as Del rearranged the pillows behind her back. “Hello, precious,” she cooed. “How’s my little sweetie pie?”

      Del leaned closer. Just as he had earlier, he hesitated for a moment, as if debating what to do next. Then he extended his index finger and gently stroked the baby’s cheek with his fingertip.

      It must be the hormones, she thought, watching Del watch her baby. But the special warmth she felt flowing between her and her daughter expanded to envelop him, as well.

      Simply saying thank-you hadn’t been anywhere near enough. He had delivered her baby, for God’s sake. Even the greeting-card companies didn’t have anything that covered that situation.

      Would she have felt this way about the paramedics if they’d gotten there five minutes earlier and been the ones to deliver the baby? Or about her doctor if she’d given birth in the hospital? Somehow, she doubted it.

      “Del,” she said.

      He glanced up. His face wore a smile that on anyone else would be called sappy, yet on his starkly masculine features it could only be called…endearing. “You’re right, Maggie,” he said. “She’s beautiful when she’s awake, too.”

      “Del, I—” She stopped suddenly, struck by a thought. “Delilah! That’s it.”

      “What?”

      “It feels right. More than right. It’s perfect.” She grinned. “Delilah Rice.”

      “Delilah?” he repeated. “You mean as a name for your daughter?”

      “Yes. What do you think?”

      He stared at her. “Maggie…”

      “It’s sounds great, doesn’t it? She doesn’t have any real aunts or uncles for me to name her after, so I can’t think of a better choice. You’re kind of an honorary uncle. When she grows up and asks me whose name she has, I’ll have a terrific story to tell her, won’t I?”

      A muscle jumped in his cheek. He looked at the baby, then at her. “Maggie, I don’t know what to say. Thank you.”

      “Delilah Rice,” she said, catching her daughter’s fist in her hand. “Hello, Delilah Rice. I’d like to introduce you to Del…”

      Her words trailed off. It seemed absurd, but after everything that had happened, she still didn’t know Del’s last name.

      “Rogers,” he said, smoothing over the moment before it could get awkward. “Del Rogers.”

      “Del Rogers, meet the smartest, prettiest, sweetest, most lovable baby in the entire universe, Delilah Rice.”

      His throat worked as he swallowed. Tentatively, he reached out and closed his hand over hers and Delilah’s. “Hello, Delilah.”

      It was his voice, Maggie thought, so deep and utterly masculine. Or it could have been the gentleness of his touch. Or maybe it was the postpartum hormones. But for a moment she found herself wishing…

      Wishing what? That things could be different? That she could have fallen in love with a nice man like Del instead of a rat like Alan? That Delilah СКАЧАТЬ