Be My Babies. Kathryn Shay

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      “Oh, no.” Was that moisture in her eyes? “How badly hurt was she?”

      “A broken arm and leg. She had to have a pin put in her femur. And then there were years of therapy, to get her to walk without a limp.”

      “You’d never know. She’s so graceful now.”

      “Thank God.”

      Giving him a watery smile, Lily shook her head. “You’ve had a difficult life.”

      “You, too, I’m guessing.”

      She averted her gaze over his shoulder.

      “You don’t have to tell me. I know I’ve been unpleasant to you.”

      Looking back at him, she asked, “Why, Simon? I can tell it’s not in your nature to be unkind.”

      “The truth?”

      “Of course. Always.”

      “At first I worried about your motives. That you came here to…” He struggled for the right word. “Milk Gil, I guess.”

      “I’d never do such a thing.”

      “I see that now. If he buys you any kind of gift, even chocolates, you balk.”

      Her hands curled on her lap. “I guess you were right to worry. I just showed up out of the blue. I could have been anybody, wanting anything.” When he didn’t say more, she asked, “You said at first? What about now?”

      “I’m not worried about that anymore.”

      “What are you worried about?”

      “When you go away, Jenna and Gil will be hurt. Every day, they invest more in you.”

      No response.

      “I caught what you said out there about not taking the kitten. Because you didn’t know if you’d be staying here.”

      “My life’s a mess, Simon. I don’t want to hurt anybody while I’m trying to straighten it out.”

      “Are you? Straightening it out?”

      “Yes, I think so. I’ve contacted a lawyer. He’s sending my husband legal separation papers.”

      “Ah.” Simon knew only that she’d left her husband for what Gil considered good reasons. And now, the fact that she was asking the guy for a separation made Simon glad. It must be because it meant she was moving on with her life and wasn’t planning to go back to her old one. For Gil and Jenna, of course. “Will he sign them?”

      “I hope so.” He could see the sadness in her eyes. This was hard for her.

      “If I knew the situation,” he found himself saying, “I might be less wary.”

      “I’m ashamed to talk about it.”

      “For what it’s worth, I’m ashamed of some things about my past, too.”

      Lily laughed, a bright sound that filled the office. He liked it. A lot. “Are you kidding? Gil, Jenna, the whole town think you walk on water.”

      “I’ve gone under a time or two.” He shrugged. “But I don’t like to talk about those things, so I really shouldn’t ask you about your private life.”

      She bit her lip. Her vulnerability struck a chord in him. She was determined and strong, too, a combination that was far too appealing to him as a man.

      “I’ll tell you about it, Simon. But I’d appreciate it if you didn’t share this with Jenna. It’s not pretty.”

      “All right, I won’t.” He watched her. “And I won’t judge, Lily. I promise.”

      “Thanks.”

      And then she told him her story.

      THE MINUTE LILY WALKED into Simon’s house she felt a sense of well-being. Her modern three-story back in Westchester County, with its soaring pillars, high ceilings and acres of windows, was a showplace, but it had never, ever felt like a home, as this one did.

      The floors and trim around the doorways were done in warm wood in the foyer and in the rooms on either side. Off to the right, a fireplace stood guard in a living room filled with comfortably upholstered earth-toned furniture. Splashes of whimsy were everywhere, in colorful pillows and throws and frames. So different from her expensive, hard-edged modern furniture, these sofas and chairs beckoned you to curl up on them. On the other side of the entrance was a dining room, again with light oak furniture and padded chairs. The aroma of beef coming from the kitchen completed the homey picture.

      “Lily!” A rumble on the stairs followed the shouted greeting. “You’re here.”

      Gil had let them in unannounced.

      “Hi, sweetie.” They hugged, and Lily held on to the girl an extra second. Her hair was damp, as if she’d just washed it with rose-scented shampoo.

      “Hey, what am I, Princess? Chopped liver?” Gil accepted a second hug warmly.

      “Oh, Grandpa Gil. You know I love you.”

      “Mmm. Me, too.” As Jenna took their raincoats and hung them up, he asked, “What’s that I smell?”

      “Your favorite. Pot roast. Dad says you can have some, but not a lot. ‘Cuz of your heart.”

      “Did you make dinner?”

      “Mostly.” This from Simon, who walked down the hallway, wearing an apron that read, Kiss The Cook.

      When Lily’s first thought was that that sounded like a great idea, she chided herself. But he looked so good wearing a red shirt beneath the apron and jeans that fit his butt like a glove. She admonished herself for the wayward thoughts and the perusal.

      “Welcome to our home, Lily.”

      He was looking at her differently, too. Ever since she had told him last week about Derek, he’d been nicer. Kinder. Sweet, really. She’d begun to like Simon McCarthy, and she thought she was making headway in getting him to like her, too. Though something niggled at her.

      He was concerned about Gil and Jenna, if she left town abruptly, but there was something else that was bothering him, too. Usually, she got the feeling at the paper, when she wanted to try something new. He’d shut down and become cold or distant. Not now, though. He was smiling with genuine warmth.

      “You have a lovely house.”

      “Daddy did a lot of the work on it.”

      “Really?”

      “Uh-huh. My pride and joy.”

      “Marco Martini and I helped,” Gil put in. “Then, we all worked on my kitchen. The old codger’s wanted to buy my house from under me for as long as I can СКАЧАТЬ