Название: A Perfect Homecoming
Автор: Lisa Dyson
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Контркультура
Серия: Mills & Boon Superromance
isbn: 9781472096098
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Well, game on.
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IF NOT FOR HAVING the boys at the table, dinner could have been a disaster.
Mark and Ryan took over the conversation, eager to tell how Ryan could climb up to the top bunk in Mark’s room with just one good arm.
“We took the sheets off Ryan’s bed,” Mark said. “And Uncle Kyle helped us put clean ones on. He said we made the bed perfectly. Like Dad does on his sub.”
“You guys are going to a lot of trouble for me,” Ashleigh told them. “I’m supposed to be here to help out, not make more work.”
“That’s okay, Aunt Ashleigh,” Ryan said. “We had fun with Uncle Kyle.”
“Yeah,” Mark agreed. “We always have fun with him.”
Ashleigh blinked several times, her demeanor projecting sadness if you knew her well enough to read it. Which Kyle did.
After dinner, Paula returned to her bedroom, herding the boys with her to finish their homework.
Ashleigh worked alongside Kyle as they cleaned up the dinner dishes and put away the leftovers. There was no need for conversation. They worked silently, diligently avoiding any possibility of physical contact. Nevertheless, his fingers itched to touch her while they were in such close proximity, causing him to be extra wary. The adage “if you can’t stand the heat, get out of the kitchen” repeated over and over in his head.
Relieved to be done without incident, Kyle was about to make his escape when Ashleigh spoke up.
“Kyle?”
He turned to her.
“Can I talk to you a minute?” she asked.
The subject could be anything and he wasn’t up to getting into a battle with her.
He opened his mouth to say just that when Ryan and Mark came running down the hall.
“Mom asked if you’d start the shower for us,” Mark said.
“Sure,” Kyle agreed, thankful for Paula’s timing. “I’ll be right up. Let me grab a plastic bag to wrap Ryan’s cast.” As the boys ran up the stairs, Kyle turned to Ashleigh. “Our discussion will have to wait.”
He didn’t stick around for a reply and left the kitchen with the plastic bag and no remorse. He stayed upstairs while the boys took turns showering so he wouldn’t have to deal with Ashleigh again.
“This is ridiculous,” he mumbled to himself, and slowly descended to the first floor to find her.
She was on the phone in the living room. From the little he could make out on her side, it sounded like a personal call.
Not that he cared. She could have a hundred boyfriends. It was none of his business.
Yeah, that’s why the sudden weight on his chest made breathing a chore.
With Ashleigh on the phone it was the perfect opportunity to get the boys tucked into bed and vamoose. So he did just that.
He took a minute to check on Paula and nearly made it to his truck.
“Kyle!”
He could have easily ignored Ashleigh, but he’d never been a coward.
Although he’d also never claimed to be brave, either, especially when it came to his ex-wife.
He reluctantly turned to Ashleigh, allowing her to catch up to where he stood next to his truck.
He turned his car keys over and over in his hand while he waited for Ashleigh to speak her mind. Because if he stopped twirling them, he knew he’d clench his fist so hard it would set off his vehicle alarm.
* * *
ASHLEIGH’S HEART BEAT wildly as she struggled for the words that might allow the two of them to peacefully coexist. They’d never return to the days when they were a couple, but she couldn’t stand feeling like an outsider. Her relationship with her sister didn’t have a prayer of improving until she could convince Kyle she wasn’t the enemy. He was the first step toward family harmony.
“Thanks for waiting.” Her words came out weak and raspy. She coughed to clear her throat. If not for her boss refusing to end their phone conversation until he was satisfied that she would follow up with her clients, then she wouldn’t have had to run after Kyle and get so out of breath.
Kyle leaned back against his truck. “You wanted to talk?” The jingling of his keys rattled her nerves.
She swallowed with difficulty. “I wanted to apologize.”
Silence.
“For things I said earlier,” she continued. “Like about spending so much time with Paula and the boys.”
He opened his mouth to speak, but she raised a hand to stop him.
“I know it’s been hard on my sister, not having Scott around to help out. Especially since she’s pregnant.” She brushed an errant hair off her face. “Thank you for being there for them. You’re a busy person with a demanding job and I appreciate how much you’ve given to my family.”
“They’re my family, too.” His monotone fairly oozed disdain.
“Of course they are. And I know it’s difficult for you to have me around.” Her heart beat faster. “Difficult for everyone.”
The slight twitch in his right eye indicated a chink in his self-control. “If you expect me to forget the past and act like everything’s fine, then you’re going to be disappointed.”
She shook her head and took a step toward him. “No, no. I understand that, but I’d like us to call a truce while I’m here.” She paused. “For Paula’s and the boys’ sakes.”
And because I can’t stand being considered an outcast, especially by my own family.
She took his silence as agreement and went on. “I came here to help Paula get through her pregnancy and it’s imperative we not upset her. If we can be civil until after she delivers, I promise I’ll do my best to keep our contact to a minimum.” She took a quick breath. “I’ve only ever wanted the best for everyone.” She paused. “Most of all, for you.”
Ashleigh reached across the few feet that separated them to touch his arm. He jerked away.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” His eyes blazed.
“I don’t know what you mean. Please lower your voice.” She swung around to see if anyone had overheard them.
The late-April sun had set an hour ago. The currently deserted neighborhood was shadowed by the bluish white of the mercury-vapor streetlights and the occasional porch light, but the neighbors would come wandering out if they heard raised voices.
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