Surprise: Outback Proposal. Sarah Mayberry

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СКАЧАТЬ “Which, speaking from a purely selfish point of view, means I’ve got a certain amount of leverage.”

      Lucy dipped her head in acknowledgment of his brutal honesty. “Well. I asked,” she said ruefully.

      “Yep.”

      He sat back in his chair, his hands toying with his cup, spinning it on the saucer. His eyes never left hers as he waited for her to think things over some more.

      What did she have to lose, after all? Her business, was the answer. And she was very afraid that she would do just that if she didn’t take him up on his offer. She needed capital to grow. That was the bottom line.

      “Okay. I’m interested,” she said.

      He smiled slowly. Suddenly she wished that her sister had never made her take a second look at him. Two weeks ago, he was a man, a human being like any other. Today, thanks to Rosie’s teen obsession, Lucy felt a distinct frisson race up her spine as she registered how very, very good-looking he was.

      Again, so not appropriate. Especially given her situation and the offer he’d just put on the table.

      “Great. Why don’t we meet on Sunday? That will give me time to get a preliminary offer drawn up. Rosetta will probably want to take a look at it, right?”

      “Oh yeah. She’ll probably want to pat you down and ransack your house and run an FBI check on you,” Lucy said.

      He smiled again. “I’ve got nothing to hide.”

      He leaned across the table and held out his hand. She hesitated a second before taking it. His hand was warm and firm.

      “To new beginnings,” he said.

      She nodded, unable to speak for some reason while he held her with his dark gaze.

      “We’d better get you on the road,” he said.

      She followed him to the stall, feeling more than a little dazed. After what had happened with her sister’s offer of a loan, she knew it would be stupid to get too excited. So many things could go wrong. Dom could change his mind after he’d looked at the books. His lawyer or accountant might have objections. Anything could go wrong.

      And yet a slow excitement was bubbling through her blood. If this came off, her problems were solved. She’d have the capital she needed to grow. She’d have a fighting chance to secure her and her baby’s future.

      She closed her eyes for a minute.

       Please, please, please let this happen.

      She wasn’t quite sure who she talking to, but she hoped like hell they were listening. It was about time she scored a break.

       CHAPTER FIVE

      “YOU’RE NOT WEARING that,” Rosie said as Lucy loaded paperwork into her tote bag.

      After two weeks of negotiations and discussions, she and Dom had signed a partnership contract the previous day. Lucy still couldn’t quite believe that her money problems were over. Well, not over, but at least in a holding pattern for a while. She had a chance now to do what she needed to grow her business. Which was what today’s lunch meeting with Dom was all about—planning for the future.

      “Lovely. Thank you for the confidence boost,” Lucy said.

      “I didn’t mean you look bad. You just look … ordinary,” Rosie said.

      Lucy looked down at the plain black pants, black turleneck and black boots she was wearing. The pants were new, the first of her true pregnancy wardrobe. The turtleneck was old and would probably never look the same again after being stretched over her belly.

      “I am ordinary,” she said dismissively.

      “Why don’t you wear that red stretchy shirt? That always looks great with black.”

      “It makes my boobs look huge.”

      “Exactly,” Rosie said with a grin.

      Lucy rolled her eyes. “You are seriously turning into a pimp. You need help.” She was only half joking—her sister’s continual comments about Dom were starting to wear her down.

      “He asked you to lunch,” Rosie said.

      “It’s a work meeting, not a date.”

      “He likes you, Lucy. He flirts with you every time we see him. Yesterday, when we signed the contract, he even ordered you food from the bar without asking because he knows you get hungry all the time. How many more signs do you want that this man has the hots for you?”

      “None. I just signed a partnership contract with him. I don’t want him to have the hots for me.” Lucy shook her head. “Why are we even having this conversation? He does not have the hots for me. He’s a nice guy. He’s considerate. He’s like that with all his customers. He’s like that with you.”

      “He doesn’t look at me the way he looks at you,” Rosie said.

      “And how does he look at me?” Lucy asked, hands on hips.

      “Like he wants to take a bite out of you,” Rosie said. “Like a starving man looks at a feast.”

      Lucy hooted with laughter.

      “You are so deluded. Starving man, my ass. He’s newly divorced, he’s just spent six months traveling through Italy. He’s probably got women lined up around the block to throw themselves at him. There’s no way he’s interested in a five months pregnant woman. No. Way.”

      “You’re nineteen weeks,” Rosie said a little sulkily. “Not quite five months.”

      “Which means I’m only cow-like instead of elephant-like. You need to stop trying to live out your teen obsession through me.”

      “It wasn’t an obsession,” Rosie said.

      Lucy gave her a look.

      “Okay, it was slightly obsessive. But that’s not why I want you to wear the red shirt. He’s a nice guy. I think he’d make a great father.”

      Lucy stilled, the smile fading from her lips.

      “I’m not looking for a father for my baby,” she said.

      “Marcus isn’t going to help you carry the load, Lucy,” Rosie said.

      Lucy eyed her sister steadily. She needed Rosie to understand that she couldn’t buy into the romantic fantasy she was spinning. She didn’t have the luxury to indulge those kinds of dreams anymore.

      “I know you’re trying to help, but please can we stop it with the whole Dom-likes-me thing? He’s my business partner. All I want from him is hard graft and a cash injection. I don’t want him to like me. And I don’t want to like him. We’re business partners, and I need one of those much more than I need a man in my life. Even if that was an option that was on the table. Which it isn’t.”

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