Название: Forever an Eaton
Автор: Rochelle Alers
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Короткие любовные романы
Серия: Mills & Boon Kimani Arabesque
isbn: 9781472013057
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Belinda let her hand fall at the same time her jaw dropped. “How dare you! Your arrogance just supplanted whatever common sense—”
“Cut the act, Belinda!” Griffin said angrily, cutting off her tirade. “It’s only a normal reaction between a man and woman, so don’t confuse sex and desire with love. I’m not in love with you, and I doubt whether you’ll ever be in love with me. Circumstances beyond our control have forced us into a situation we never would’ve or could’ve imagined. I didn’t ask to be a father but I intend to make the best of it, and if that means making sacrifices to keep my vow to my dead brother then I will.”
“Pray tell, Griffin, just what are you sacrificing?”
The seconds ticked off as he stared at the woman who intrigued him more than he wanted. The sexy godmother who made him want her when everything said that she was so wrong for him.
“Having a normal relationship with a woman.”
“Don’t you mean sleeping with other women?”
“That, too.”
“My heart bleeds for you, Griffin. If you think I’m going to become a replacement for your other women, then think again, mister. I don’t play house.”
His eyebrows flickered. “Do you play at all?”
“Yes,” she retorted. “What I do play is for keeps.”
“If you play for keeps, then where is your so-called boyfriend?”
Oh, you’re trying to be slick and get into my business, Belinda mused. “You’ll get to meet Raymond when he comes up from Florida this summer.”
“Why do I have to wait for the summer?”
“That’s when he’ll be able to get away.”
“Don’t you mean that’s when he’ll be paroled?”
“Oh, no you didn’t!”
“Yes, I did, Belinda. Is your Raymond in a Florida jail? I’m asking because I don’t want that type of element around my daughters.”
“Why are they always your daughters, Griffin?” Belinda shot back, the timbre of her voice escalating along with her temper. “Aren’t they also my children?”
“I thought we now belong to both of you.”
Belinda and Griffin spun around. They hadn’t heard Sabrina when she’d come out of the house. They were so busy going at each other that they hadn’t realized they weren’t alone.
Belinda went over to hug her. “Of course you belong to both of us. You and Layla are my daughters.”
“What about Uncle Griff?”
“You’re his daughter, too.”
“If that’s true, then why were you fighting?”
“We weren’t fighting, sweetheart.”
“It sounded to me as if you were fighting.”
Belinda met Griffin’s knowing gaze over Sabrina’s head. As new parents they’d made an unforgivable faux pas—argue in front of their children. “There’re times when adults don’t agree with something, so it may sound as if we’re arguing. Your uncle and I love you and your sister. We made a promise to take care of you and make certain you’re safe. I’m going to ask you and Layla to be patient with us because we’re newbies playing mom and dad.”
Sabrina smiled. “You already sound like a mom even though Uncle Griff needs more practice at being a daddy.”
“Well, excuse me,” Griffin drawled. “What do I have to do to sound like a daddy?”
“First of all you have to learn to say ‘that’s enough, young lady.’”
Griffin forced back a smile. He’d lost count of the number of times Grant had issued his favorite warning. “What else?”
Sabrina narrowed her gaze. “There’s ‘did you do what your mother told you to do?’”
Belinda pressed her palms together. “I like that one.”
“You would,” Griffin mumbled under his breath.
Layla, carrying a large quilted tote, joined them on the porch, frowning. “Aunt Lindy, I thought you were coming with us.”
“I am. I just have to put a few things in a bag. Don’t leave without me.”
“We won’t” came three voices.
Chapter 5
Proper attire for movie night in Paoli was pajamas and fuzzy slippers. Belinda, her head supported on a mound of overstuffed pillows, lay on the carpeted floor beside Griffin, while Layla and Sabrina were huddled together, sharing a large throw pillow. They were watching Akeelah and the Bee for the umpteenth time. The film had become a favorite of the twins, along with most of the feature-length animated films from Disney/Pixar. Sabrina, who’d demonstrated promise as a budding artist, had expressed interest in becoming an animator.
It was only Belinda’s second trip to Griffin’s house, and there were a few changes since her last visit more than five years before. He’d added an in-ground pool, expanded the outdoor patio to include a kitchen and added another room at the rear of the house that served as a home office. File folders bulging with contracts, strewn over a workstation, were a testament to a less-than-efficient filing system.
Griffin made a big production of preparing for movie night when he taught the girls how to build a fire in the fireplace. Refreshments included popcorn, s’mores, bonbons and cherry Twizzlers.
“Who wins the bee?” Griffin whispered to Belinda.
Layla sat up. “Don’t tell him, Aunt Lindy!”
Belinda tickled Griffin’s ribs through his T-shirt. “I’m not telling.”
Griffin caught her fingers. “Don’t do that.”
“Are you ticklish?”
Not releasing her hand, he stared at Belinda for a full minute before lacing their fingers together. “Yes.”
Smiling, she winked at him. “Do you have any other weaknesses I should know about?”
Griffin closed his eyes rather than let Belinda see how much she affected him, how much she’d changed him and his life in less than a few weeks. How could he tell her that he liked her because she was different from the other women he’d been involved with, that he wanted what she gave Raymond—her Sunshine State lover—and like Belinda, if he had to play then he wanted it to be for keeps? Spending a Friday night at home watching movies with Belinda and the girls was the highlight of his week—and СКАЧАТЬ