And Babies Make Five / At Long Last, a Bride. Susan Crosby

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СКАЧАТЬ did mean it,” Hector said. “I can’t imagine how exciting it must be for him to know that a baby was created out of your love for each other. And looking at you, seeing that the baby is growing and getting ready for birth, has to be a real thrill for him.”

      “Thanks, Hector. I needed to hear that.” She paused for a moment, as if taking it all in. “So I guess that means Samantha’s pregnancy is a turnoff to you since it’s not your baby.”

      It certainly should have been, but for some reason, it wasn’t, and he had no idea why. But since he didn’t understand it himself, he certainly couldn’t explain it to someone else. So he decided to change the subject. “Hey, I’ve got a question for you.”

      “What’s that?”

      “Even though Samantha and I aren’t dating, do you still plan to give her a call?”

      “I told her I would. And she seems like a nice person. Do you have a problem with us having lunch together?”

      “No, not at all. I think it would be nice if you did. Her mother died recently, so she’s pretty much alone.”

      “What about the baby’s father?” she asked.

      “He’s out of the picture—completely.”

      “And so you’re looking out for her?”

      “I guess you could say that.”

      “Hmm. Now, that’s really interesting, Hector.”

      He blew out a sigh. “Stop trying to read things into this.”

      “Okay, I won’t. But don’t you wish you had someone in your life again? Someone to come home to?”

      “Not if she’s like Patrice.”

      “You see similarities between Samantha and your ex-wife?”

      Actually? Not a single one. But if he gave his sister any idea that he was interested in Samantha—well, he wasn’t; he couldn’t be. So he couldn’t let Yolanda jump on an idea like that, or he’d never hear the end of it. And neither would Samantha, if the two women did end up having lunch together.

      “So you’re glad to be footloose and single?” his sister asked.

      “Of course.” He scanned his living room, which was cluttered with this morning’s newspaper, a copy of Golf Digest, an empty beer bottle he’d forgotten to take to the kitchen a couple of days ago, a golf scorecard he was rather proud of.

      If Patrice were here, she’d be bitching about how messy he was. Not that he didn’t like a clean house; he wasn’t a slob. If he spilled something, he mopped it up. And he never let the trash pile up until things smelled rotten.

      He just didn’t always pick up after himself. But he had a maid come in once a week, and she did the things he didn’t have the time or the inclination to do.

      And she never complained.

      “You don’t miss having a wife?” Yolanda asked.

      “Why would I? I take my dirty clothes to the laundry, and my shirts come back starched the way I like them. I eat at my favorite restaurants, and for the most part, my house is clean. It’s easier that way.”

      “But you’re also missing out on love and companionship.”

      “I’m happy,” he told his sister. “You’ve never heard me complain.”

      But he had to admit, at least to himself, that it wasn’t all that fun coming home to a dark, empty house.

      Or sleeping alone in a king-size bed.

      Odd, he thought. Before Samantha moved back home, he hadn’t given either much thought.

       Chapter Four

      The next morning, as Hector walked out to get the morning newspaper, he noticed quite a few of the neighbors had taken their recycling bins and their rubbish to the curb, which was a reminder that it was trash day.

      Samantha hadn’t yet taken out hers, either. And the truck always came early.

      Maybe she’d overslept. Or maybe she’d completely forgotten it was Thursday.

      Hector hated to think of her struggling with the bins and cans, especially in her condition. So even though he’d made up his mind to put a little distance between them from now on, he would offer to take her garbage out to the street for her.

      He carried the newspaper with him, strode to her stoop and rang the bell. When the door swung open, he braced himself to see her wearing a robe, her hair tousled from sleep. But she was dressed for the day in a pair of black slacks and a light green blouse. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, which made her look a bit younger than she had last night. A bit more vulnerable—and sad.

      “Did you forget what day it is?” he asked.

      Her brow furrowed. “No, I haven’t forgotten. But how did you know?”

      “Because everyone else has already carried their garbage to the curb. I was just about to drag mine out and thought I’d offer to take yours, too.”

      “Oh,” she said, her voice a gentle wisp. “You mean, it’s trash day.”

      “What did you think I was talking about?”

      “It’s.” She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Well, today was my mom’s birthday.”

      Oh, crap. No wonder she seemed so down. “I’m sorry, Samantha. I guess this is going to be a tough day for you.”

      “I don’t want it to be, so I’m going to drive out to the cemetery for a while this morning.” She gave a little shrug and went on to explain. “It seems like the right thing to do. Then I’m going to go shopping. I’d like to buy some wallpaper for the nursery, which will give me something else to think about for the rest of the day.”

      In spite of his resolve to distance himself, he just couldn’t do it. Not today. Not when she would be thinking about her mother and realizing how alone she was. But her plan to focus on the baby, on the future, was a good one. In fact, he suspected that had been her reason for getting pregnant in the first place. She probably wanted to re-create a family for herself.

      “My sister chose a jungle theme for her nursery,” he said, wanting to keep her mind on the baby instead of her mom. “You ought to see it. She and Chad had a lot of fun setting up everything.”

      Great, he thought. He’d just tossed out a reminder that she didn’t have a husband, either.

      “I’ll bet it’s really cute. I’m not sure what kind of theme I’d like. I’ve still got a lot of time to decide.”

      He couldn’t help glancing at her belly, noting the size of the mound. She seemed to be even bigger today than she had been last night, although that was probably only a result of the clothing she’d СКАЧАТЬ