Книга - To Love An Older Man
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To Love An Older Man
Debbi Rawlins
She Needed a Place To Call HomeBeth Anderson was pregnant and had nowhere to turnuntil handsome, and much older, lawyer David Matthews offered her a warm place to stay for the night, no strings attached. But a well-meaning matchmaker saw the spark between them and resolved to make Beth's visit more permanent.He Needed Someone To LoveDavid was indeed attracted to his new houseguest, but thought their age difference too great. Even though Beth seemed wise beyond her years, David just couldn't get past the number. But kissing her was a temptation he could not resistand losing her was a chance he was not willing to take!
We both know something is going on between us.
David glanced around and raked a nervous hand through his hair. This isnt the place to have this discussion.
No denial? A grin tugged at Beths mouth. Well, thats progress.
Dont get any ideas. He pressed the remote and unlocked the car doors.
Too late. She laughed when he rolled his gaze heavenward, and reached for her door handle. And then he muttered something about the impulsiveness of youth. She stopped, thought a moment.
Impulsive, huh? Shed show him impulsive.
She opened the door, flung her purse onto the passenger seat, and then before he could climb in, went around the hood and threw her arms around his neck. He stumbled back in surprise, his hands going to her waist.
She smiled up at his shocked face. Hows this for impulsive? And she kissed him.
Dear Reader,
What better way to celebrate June, a month of courtship and romance, than with four new spectacular books from Harlequin American Romance?
First, the always wonderful Mindy Neff inaugurates Harlequin American Romances new three-book continuity series, BRIDES OF THE DESERT ROSE, which is a follow-up to the bestselling TEXAS SHEIKHS series. In the Enemys Embrace is a sexy rivals-become-lovers story you wont want to miss.
When a handsome aristocrat finds an abandoned newborn, he turns to a beautiful doctor to save the childs life. Will the adorable infant bond their hearts together and make them the perfect family? Find out in A Baby for Lord Roderick by Emily Dalton. Next, in To Love an Older Man by Debbi Rawlins, a dashing attorney vows to deny his attraction to the pregnant woman in need of his help. With love and affection, can the expectant beauty change the older mans mind? Sharon Swan launches her delightful continuing series WELCOME TO HARMONY with Home-Grown Husband, which features a single-mom gardener who looks to her mysterious and sexy new neighbor to spice up her life with some much-needed excitement and romance.
Best,
Melissa Jeglinski
Associate Senior Editor
Harlequin American Romance
To Love an Older Man
Debbi Rawlins
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
This is for Bernadette, my partner in crime. Im still waiting for you to write the next chapter.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Debbi Rawlins currently resides with her husband in Las Vegas, Nevada. A native of Hawaii, she married on Maui and has since lived in Cincinnati, Chicago, Tulsa, Houston, Detroit and Durham, N.C., during the past twenty years. Now that shes had enough of the gypsy life, itll take a crane, a bulldozer and a forklift to get her out of her new home. Good thing she doesnt like to gamble. Except maybe on romance.
Books by Debbi Rawlins
HARLEQUIN AMERICAN ROMANCE
580MARRIAGE INCORPORATED
618THE COWBOY AND THE CENTERFOLD
622THE OUTLAW AND THE CITY SLICKER
675LOVE, MARRIAGE AND OTHER CALAMITIES
691MARRY ME, BABY
730THE BRIDE TO BEOR NOT TO BE?
741IF WISHES WEREHUSBANDS
780STUD FOR HIRE?
790OVERNIGHT FATHER
808HIS, HERS AND THEIRS
860LOVING A LONESOME COWBOY
881HIS ROYAL PRIZE
927TO LOVE AN OLDER MAN
HARLEQUIN INTRIGUE
587HER MYSTERIOUS STRANGER
Contents
Chapter One (#ud72debd7-aa1d-5992-a22c-e7589fd6fc3c)
Chapter Two (#ud1185fd3-15d6-5105-bd23-71782a9c4e25)
Chapter Three (#u916269b2-dc76-517e-8113-d39edcebde89)
Chapter Four (#ueeea2b49-19de-50f6-af6f-e25ef0063f01)
Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Sixteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seventeen (#litres_trial_promo)
Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter One
Hey, Boss, its eight-thirty. Arent you ready to pack it up for the night?
David Elliot Matthews looked up from his day planner at one of the firms younger lawyers poking his blond head in Davids office. What are you still doing here?
Todd shrugged. Jason and I have the Sandburgs Metal fraud trial coming up next week. Were trying to get a head start on the case.
Any problems?
No. Everything is under control, Todd said quickly, tugging at his loosened tie. We just want to be prepared.
David suppressed a smile. They were young, only two years out of law school, and eager to make a good impression. As soon as he set foot in his private elevator, theyd head for Houlihans bar on the first floor.
Fourteen years had passed since he graduated from law school himself, but he remembered those days when Houlihans had just opened. His father had been head of the firm then, and found no amusement in the fact that his only son would rather party than practice law.
David Sr.s first heart attack had been a sobering wake-up call for David. The second fatal attack changed Davids life forever.
Why dont you two go home? Im headed out myself in a minute. His gaze drew to his day planner. Appointments filled page after page. He couldnt remember when hed been able to eat a quiet lunch at his desk. Even the noon hours were blocked for meetings with the mayor, the chairperson of one charity or another, or perspective clients.
They always ate at Star Bistro or the St. Francis hotel. Damn if he could recall what a Big Mac tasted like.
Yeah, well be wrapping it up soon. He glanced at his watch. Have a good one.
See you tomorrow. David had already transferred his gaze to his day planner. Only five appointments tomorrow. Maybe hed have time to get on the treadmill for an hour.
He got up and stretched, and then picked his suit jacket up off the valet. Pausing a moment, he stared out at the lights across Fishermans Wharf. San Francisco was his favorite city in the world.
Paris was beautiful in the spring and Athens possessed a certain magical quality at night. But there was no place like San Francisco for David. Not just because hed grown up here. In fact, there were times when the prominent Matthews name made the city a difficult place to live, especially during his rebellious youth.
He shrugged on his jacket and watched the fog roll in. Another ten minutes and the glittering lights and the moons reflection on the water would be shrouded with the thick damp haze. He didnt mind. There was something comforting and peaceful about the fog.
David grabbed his briefcase and a bottle of Evian from the wet bar for the ride home. His private elevator waited, and while he rode to the garage, he mentally ticked off the three briefs he had to review tonight. By tomorrow morning he had to
The day plannerhed left it on his desk.
Dammit.
His reserved parking stall was just outside the elevator doors and he pressed the button to unlock his car and then threw his briefcase onto the passenger seat. He hesitated, trying to decide how badly he needed the day planner.
Shaking his head, he locked the car doors again and then took the elevator back up.
Hed left his office door open for the cleaning crew and the light from the corridor was enough for him to get to his desk without breaking his neck. The day planner was still open right where hed left it. He picked it up and then straightened his desk blotter when he heard a loud angry voice.
He stopped and listened. It wasnt Todd or JasonDavid figured theyd left the moment they heard his elevator earlier. But as far as he knew, no one else was here.
Concerned, he moved closer to the door. He recognized the voice. Tom Snyder was their newest hire, a young lawyer only a year out of law school. Who the hell could he be talking to in that harsh tone? The guy was usually so well mannered.
David angled himself to get a better view. They were standing just outside Toms door, Snyder and a young woman. Although David got only a shot of her profile, she looked barely out of her teens, her dark blond hair pulled back into a ponytail, her rumpled coat a size too big. With a trembling hand, she pushed stray tendrils of hair away from her flushed face.
I dont want you here, Beth. Tom glared at the woman, his face darkened with rage. Go back to Rock Falls.
You know I cant do that, she said in a small defeated voice.
Ill give you bus fare, but nothing more.
She wrapped her arms around herself. You act as though Im asking for a handout. Its my money, Tommy. You said you needed it for us, that once you had the right clothes and car and your career took off we could get married and I could go back to school.
But you ruined it, didnt you? I told you I didnt want any kids tying me down. But you got yourself knocked up.
You know it was an accident. She visibly swallowed but lifted her chin. Besides, I seem to remember your participation.
Tom cursed viciously. Go back to Idaho.
Believe me, I dont want to stay here. Not with you. She shook her head. Youve changed, Tommy. I dont even know you anymore.
And you havent. Youre still the idealistic little girl who thinks all is right with the world as long as your apple pie wins the blue ribbon.
She flinched. Please give me some of the money, Tommy. Just enough to go get set up somewhere. I dont care about the rest. You dont have to pay me back. Youll never have to see the baby or me again.
David let out a breath, tamping down his growing anger. This was none of his business. He had no right eavesdropping. He never interfered in his employees personal lives. He wouldnt start now, even though hed like nothing better than to plant his fist in the middle of Snyders arrogant face.
He had to leave. The feelings stirred inside him werent about the young womans plight as much as they were about Davids own tumultuous youth, about the grave mistake hed made almost twenty years ago.
Did I say Id pay you back? Tom asked, drawing Davids attention back to the drama outside his office. I thought the money was a gift.
Tommy, please, I dont have anywhere to go tonight. Even if you dont care about me, you cant let our baby suffer.
Use your credit card.
Youve maxed it out.
So this is my fault again. Tom swore and paced the corridor. I dont have any money. I dont get paid for another week. Cant you get an advance from your job?
You got me fired, remember?
He stopped and glared, his face distorted with fury. Dammit, Beth, cant you accept responsibility for anything?
Her mouth dropped open. She started to speak but then pressed her lips together and sadly shook her head.
Go back to Idaho where big brother will make everything all right. Tom sneered. Back to the farm where you belong.
This isnt fair, she said, clutching her fists. Im only asking for whats mine.
Life isnt fair. Havent you figured that out yet? He glanced at his watch. Now I suggest you get out of here, which is what Im about to do. Id hate to have to call security.
David stepped back. The woman didnt appear to be in danger, which meant David had no business interfering. Making certain he had his day planner, he got in the elevator and headed for the garage.
He didnt know Tom Snyder well. Most of their interaction had occurred during the interviewing process, but he knew enough about the young man to be shocked by his behavior. David wasnt keen on having anyone of that ilk working for his firm. He had every intention of keeping a close eye on the guy. If he stepped out of line once, he was gone. Legally that was about the best he could do for now.
But that wasnt what weighed on Davids mind. He couldnt erase the image of the young woman, her shoulders slumped in defeat, her trembling hands unconsciously rubbing her belly, which still appeared rather flat. Or maybe it was a trick of the oversized coat.
He wondered if she truly had no money. If not, where would she go tonight? Would she get anything to eat?
Not his concern, he reminded himself. The city had plenty of shelters and social services to assist her. Maybe Tom had even relented and put her up for the night.
Yeah, right.
The elevator reached the garage and the doors opened. David cursed to himself. He hesitated a second, staring at the Jaguar, longing for the relaxing ride home, and then pressed the button to return to the top floor.
No doubt hed regret what he was about to do. But if he didnt assure himself the woman was all right, hed regret that, too. Hopefully, theyd both be gone and he wouldnt have to get involved.
Not a sound came from the corridor as he left the elevator. He paused at his office door and listened. Only silence. He stepped out into the hall and immediately saw her. No sign of Tomjust the young woman sitting in a crumpled heap near the public elevator, her head bowed, her long blond hair falling forward and hiding her face.
Excuse me? David said, and her head shot up, her big blue eyes startled and wary. Can I help you?
No. She pushed out of the chair. Thank you. I was just waiting for the elevator.
She was young, really young, just as hed thought. He gave her a reassuring smile. Are you here to see someone?
She bit her lower lip, probably to keep it from quivering, and then pressed the elevator button. I know its late. I promise Ill leave the building as soon as the elevator gets here.
A swift and fierce hatred for Tom Snyder gripped David. How could the guy have treated this young woman so callously? She was obviously a wreck, and still she tried to protect him. She could have announced why she was here, embarrass Tom. But she hadnt.
Im not concerned about you leaving the building but Id like to know where youre going.
She stared in surprise. Why?
He nodded at the small bag on the floor beside her. Is that yours?
Yes, she mumbled and bent to pick it up. She looked unsteady as she straightened and he reached for her arm. She jerked away, fear darkening her blue eyes.
Im sorry. He withdrew his hand. What the hell was he doing getting involved? Put him in a courtroom and he could make judges weep. Here, he was no better than a bull in a china shop. I didnt mean to frighten you.
She shrunk against the wall, her gaze darting down the corridor. Looking as though she wanted to make a run for it.
I better introduce myself, he said quickly. Im David Matthews. Recognition registered in her face, but he added, I own this firm.
She blinked and then her eyes narrowed as she drew back.
He reached into his pocket and withdrew his wallet. See? He showed her his drivers license, and impulsively placed his thumb over his birth date.
She wrinkled her nose. I believed you. Its just that youre not that old.
Pardon me?
She quickly averted her eyes, her cheeks flushing a deep pink, and she jabbed at the elevator button again.
At this time of night security shuts down all but one elevator. Its going to be a while.
She said nothing, only stared down at her battered pink tennis shoes.
Beth?
Her gaze flew back to him. How do you know my name?
I heard you and Tom arguing. He hated that he made her uncomfortable, had put humiliation in her face, but there was no getting around it. Where are you staying tonight?
She briefly closed her eyes and swayed slightly. He squashed the urge to steady her. Please, I didnt mean to cause any trouble.
You havent. From what I heard, Tom was being A total ass. less than honorable. Is he still here?
Beth shook her head, wishing the darn elevator doors would open and swallow her up. She should never have come here. What had she hoped to accomplish? Tommy wasnt going to budge. All shed done was totally humiliate herself in front of a stranger.
Ill be fine, really. Thank you for asking. She turned her back on his dark penetrating eyes, and faced the elevator.
Beth? May I call you that? he asked, and she jumped when he touched her arm.
Sure. She shrugged, and shifted away. His voice was gentle, concerned, and she struggled to hold herself together.
I know you must be embarrassed and a little frightened. He paused when she refused to acknowledge him. I know I would be in your shoes. But you do have to think about the baby.
A sob caught in her throat. She couldnt speak even if she wanted to. Not that she had anything to say. He was right, but she felt so darn helpless.
I have a large house with three guest rooms. Youre welcome to stay the night.
Of course she couldnt accept his offer but she still couldnt speak either. If she did, she feared the floodgates would open.
He pushed a rough hand through his short dark hair, and she realized he wasnt as calm as he seemed. I assure you this offer is on the up-and-up. My mother has a suite of rooms on the third floor. Our housekeeper has an apartment over the garage.
Beth relaxed a little. He was being awfully kind. But surely shed find a shelter that could take her in for the night. She opened her mouth to refuse, but before she could say a word, her stomach rumbled. She groaned at the loud, obnoxious sound, and muttered, Must be the baby.
He smiled. Let the little guy know I have a fully stocked kitchen.
It might be a girl.
Of course.
Its too early. I havent found out yet. Oh, God, she was babbling.
He didnt seem put off, but smiled again. Just for tonight. Tomorrow youll be better rested, the babys belly will be full and you can decide what you want to do.
She shook her head. Thank you, but
Beth, you have your baby to think about. His words were quiet, gentle but they cut through her like a butchers knife.
She wrapped her arms around herself, recalling the cold damp fog that had started to roll in an hour ago. Foolishly shed hoped shed have a nice warm room by now. She sighed and rubbed the slight swell of her tummy. Mr. Matthews was right. This wasnt only about her anymore. She had the baby to worry about.
Still, it was difficult to bring herself to accept charity. It was a new experience. Even after her parents had died ten years ago, and her brother took charge of both her and the farm, shed always been self-sufficient.
But she hadnt had a baby to worry about, she reminded herself. She took a deep breath. Thank you, Mr. Matthews. WeIll accept your kind offer. On one condition.
His left brow went up.
I pay you back when Im able. She knew he meant nothing by it, but his patronizing expression annoyed her. Thats how it has to be.
His forehead creased in thought and he pursed his lips. They were nice lips, not too thin, not too full. Perfect, really. The thing is, Ive got to pay my mortgage whether you stay tonight or not.
She saw the amused glint in his eyes, and folded her arms across her chest and sat down on the upholstered bench between the elevator doors. Fine. If she had to wait all night for the darn elevator at least shed be warm and dry.
A short startled laugh made her look up. He put on a straight face, but a smile lurked at the corners of his mouth. Come on, Beth. He offered her a hand. Lets discuss it in the car.
Her stomach growled again. She tried sucking it in to stop the noise. No luck. All right, Mr. Matthews, but you know my terms.
He took the bag from her hand. I have a condition, as well. Call me David. I may be old enough to be your father but
You are not. Im twenty-five. Shed fudged only a little. Her birthday was in a month.
He looked surprised.
She studied the faint smile lines at the corners of his eyes. How old are you?
He frowned and cleared his throat. Lets get on the road. Ill call Ida to keep dinner warm.
Dont let her go to any trouble. She didnt understand why he left the elevator and headed in the opposite direction, but she followed him through double mahogany doors.
Dont worry. Shes going to love fussing over you, he said over his shoulder. So will my mother.
Beth slowed down as soon as she realized she was in his office. Although it didnt look like any office shed ever seen. The room was massive, two sides of it was all windows overlooking the city lights. A wet bar with gold-framed mirrors occupied one corner, an elaborate stereo system the other.
One entire wall was a floor-to-ceiling bookshelf filled with texts. They werent all law books either. She spotted a couple of current works of fiction shed just read herself.
A treadmill was off to the side, hidden behind an Oriental screen. A television and two plump sofas and a pair of leather armchairs were arranged in a surprisingly cozy setting. Her gaze drew to his large desk, but settled on him when she realized he was staring at her.
She gave him a small smile. Wow! This is some office.
His gaze flickered across the room and he frowned slightly. Yes, I suppose it is.
Behind him came a low beep. She gaped at the polished brown oak door sliding open. You have your own private elevator?
One side of his mouth lifted. So it seems. Are you coming?
He motioned her past him and she scurried inside, and then waited for him to join her. He pressed the garage button and then silently faced the door for their ride down.
Beth tried not to be obvious as she eyed his clean-shaven jaw. At this late hour, she didnt know how he could have no stubbleunless hed shaved in the afternoon again. His hair was perfectly cut, a dark rich brown with no sign of gray. He wasnt nearly as old or stern as Tommy had said.
He was obviously a very nice man to take in a total stranger like this. Back in Rock Falls, that sort of kindness was taken for granted, but she hadnt encountered anything like it in the city yet. That it was Tommys boss whod come to her rescue filled her with a perverse pleasure that Grandma Anderson would have threatened to take a switch to her for.
Beth smiled. Not that Grand had ever laid a hand, or switch, on her. But Grand was such a tiny and good-hearted woman, Beth figured she needed the bluff to keep her grandkids in line. Especially Junior and his horrendous temper.
The sudden thought of her brother made her feel a little queasy and she pressed a hand to her stomach. Junior was the best brother a girl could ever have. He was supportive, caring and protective. Too protective. He never had liked Tommy to begin withif Junior ever found out what hed done
Are you all right?
Beth looked up. Davids concerned gaze lifted from the hand at her tummy to meet her eyes. They were nice eyes, dark but with interesting flecks of gold. Fine. Really. I was just thinking aboutstuff.
Ah. He gave an understanding nod. Maybe you should wait until youve had something to eat and had a good nights rest before you think about any morestuff.
She started to respond but the elevator door opened, and he held it back for her. She hesitated, but couldnt form the right words quickly enough and stepped out instead. He indicated a dark green Jaguar several feet away, and then pressed something in his hand that produced a clicking noise. The door locks, she realized, when he overtook her and opened the passenger door.
A black leather briefcase sat on the seat, but he carefully placed it in the back, along with her bag, and then continued to hold the door for her while she slid inside. He ducked and she jumped, feeling foolish when she realized he only wanted to make sure her coat didnt get caught in the door.
She was fairly sure he noticed her edginess but he didnt say anything. He went around the hood of the car and climbed in behind the wheel and reversed out of the stall without a word. After he made a call on his cell phone, he pressed a button and soft classical music filled the car.
They didnt say anything for the next fifteen minutes. He drove and she stared out the window at the thickening fog, grateful that she and the baby had a warm dry place to stay for the night. But what would she do tomorrow night? And the night after that? It wasnt easy looking for a job while pregnant. She didnt show much yet but that would probably change in a month. Of course she could keep doing temp work but the pay was low and barely covered a place to live.
Hey, you arent thinking about stuff again, are you?
She turned away from the window and looked at him. He took his eyes away from the road long enough to give her a smile. It was kind and reassuring, but a little patronizing, too, and she couldnt hold back any longer.
Mr., uh, David, I really appreciate what youre doing for me. But Im not a child. Dont treat me like one.
Chapter Two
David couldnt wait to unload her on his mother. Had he really been treating Beth like a child? What had he said? Hed only advised her not to worry, not when she was tired and hungry. Anyway, she was young. Twenty-five was still
Hell, hed graduated from law school at twenty-five and if anyone had so much as implied that he wasnt a fully capable adult he wouldve had a few choice words for them. It didnt matter that hed still been riding his motorcycle without a helmet or that he always forgot to balance his checkbook, or that hed let his bills stack up for two months at a time even though hed had plenty of money in his account.
Part of it was that Beth looked so young with her big blue eyes and scattering of freckles across her nose. She was short, probably not even five-two and her long hair hung past her shoulders in no particular style, the way girls used to wear it back in high school.
He cursed to himself. High school. Amazing he could remember that far back. It seemed like a century ago.
You dont live in the city? Beth asked as they turned onto the bridge, her eyes widening on the arched lights of the Golden Gate.
No, Sausalito.
Ive never been there.
He glanced at her in surprise. How long have you been living in San Francisco?
Almost a year. But Tommy and I always seemed to be working so we didnt go out much.
Amazing how calmly she could speak of the jerk, when he himself wanted to punch the guys lights out. What do you do?
I was a secretary. She sighed. But I got fired. I also worked as a waitress three evenings a week, but She turned to the window again, her shoulders sagging. It didnt work out.
No doubt Tom had a hand in getting her fired at that, as well. But she still said nothing negative about him, for which David didnt know if he should admire her or shake her. Of course, he reminded himself, it was none of his business.
She was none of his business. Only one nights lodging. Thats all hed offered her. As shed pointedly informed him, she was not a child. She could take care of herself, even though she looked as if she were fifteen.
He knew what was really bothering him. His birthday was coming up next month. The big one. And his mother had some awful notion that she should have a huge party for him. As if turning forty was something to celebrate.
Well, there wouldnt be any damn party, even if he had to take off to Hawaii for the weekend. He glanced over at Beth, whod turned back to staring out the window. Maybe she was just the distraction his mother needed.
He slowed as they approached the security gate at the bottom of his driveway. Beth gasped when he started to punch in the code to let them in, and he darted her a look.
You live here? Her eyes were wide with surprise, her lips curved.
He followed her gaze toward the house, or at least what could be seen of it through the trees and darkness. There were a lot of lights on but he wasnt sure what had interested her. This is home, all right.
Its huge, and there are so many lights and windows. Can you see the ocean from there?
Its built into the hill but we have a pretty good view of the bay from most rooms. He finished putting in the code and watched the gate slowly swing open.
As he drove up the winding driveway his gaze drew to the house. Hed had it built as high on the hill as possible for maximum view and privacy with more windows than was probably prudent. He had to admit, the place did look quite impressive with all the lights blazing through the trees. It had been a long time since hed noticed or appreciated its simple beauty.
Gosh, this is incredible. Beth continued to stare, wide-eyed as they rounded a curve into a clearing before the garden crawled up the slope to the house. Keeping this place in shape must take all your weekends.
David laughed, but then realized she was serious when she darted him an odd look.
She made a face. That was silly of me. Of course you have someone to help you with all this.
Help? He cleared his throat. Not only had he never set foot in the garden, he couldnt tell one flower from another. He hit the garage-door opener and impatiently edged the car in while the door lifted.
As soon as they got inside, Beth would be his mothers problem. Shed love every second of the fussing, and he could get to work. In his den. Alone. The thought held enormous appeal. Not that Beth was a bother but he liked routine, and having her beside him for the past half hour was anything but normal.
He parked, turned off the engine and unfastened his seat belt. Beth sat motionless. He glanced over. She was pale.
Whats wrong?
She winced. Nothing, really.
Why are you holding your stomach?
Its nothing.
David hesitated, unsure what to do. Should he press her? Assume it really was nothing? Where the hell was his mother?
Beth laid a hand on his arm. Dont worry. Its not the baby or anything. Im just a little carsick.
Her touch was gentle, featherlight, yet it sparked an odd sensation in him. Quickly he shifted away and got out of the car. I may have taken the curves too fast. I wish youd said something.
Im sorry.
No need to apologize. I didnt mean to He shook his head and went around the car to open her door. First opportunity he got, he was going to fire Tom Snyders ass. The guy had been such a jerk to the poor girl; she thought she had to apologize for getting sick.
Shed already opened her door and swung her legs out of the car by the time he got there. He stopped and stared at her shapely calves and slim ankles. She was short but all legs. Great legs.
Fortunately she was too busy trying to hold her stomach and lift herself out of the car to notice him staring. His reaction disgusted him. He had no business wondering what the rest of her looked like under that big coat. None whatsoever.
Here. He offered her a hand.
Im okay, but if youd get my bag Id appreciate it. Her gaze warily slid up the stairs going to the kitchen door.
Hell, hed forgotten about that. The garage had been built under the house and his mother sometimes complained the stairs were too steep.
He stood aside while she got out by herself but as they approached the stairs he took her elbow.
She didnt protest, but simply held the railing with one hand and her tummy with the other. He hoped she was right, and that her queasiness was a result of carsickness. That would pass within an hour.
Im really not such a wimp, you know, she said, a little breathless, as she looked over at him.
Her eyes were the clearest blue hed ever seen and her skin was nearly flawless. Her face was still pale but some rest and a good meal would probably take care of that.
Not for a moment have I thought of you as a wimp. Watch your step.
Oops. She faltered, but he tightened his hold on her elbow and she leaned into him.
A subtle fragrance drifted up from her hair. Jasmine. Or maybe gardenia. He inhaled deeply. Definitely jasmine. Okay?
She nodded and straightened. My coats too big. I almost tripped on the hem. She looked up at him, her eyes so innocent and blue and something stirred inside him.
Well have to do something about that, he murmured, thrown off balance by the sudden urge he had to pick her up and carry her the rest of the way up the stairs.
David?
At his mothers voice, he looked up at the top of the stairs. She stood at the open door, a perplexed look on her face as her gaze slid between him and Beth.
He quelled the asinine impulse to release Beth. But theyd done nothing wrong. Hi, Mother, I hope Im not keeping you awake.
Nonsense. She smiled at Beth, and then stepped back to hold the door open for them. He didnt worry about keeping me awake forty years ago, she said, winking at Beth. The little monster kept me in labor for thirty-two hours.
Beth darted a surprised look at him.
He glared at his mother. He wasnt forty yet.
Mother, this is Beth He stopped when he realized he had no idea what Beths last name was.
Anderson.
Im Maude.
He breathed a sigh of relief as the women took over. Or more accurately, his mother had taken charge. She ushered Beth through the laundry room to the kitchen, sat her down and got her a glass of water. Ida was already in the kitchen, stirring something in a pot. It smelled like her homemade chicken soup. David hadnt had any in ages.
Be a love and put Beths bag in the blue guest room, his mother said, and then come back down and have something to eat.
She gave him only a brief glance and then all her attention went back to Beth who looked a bit overwhelmed. David didnt bother telling her hed had a late lunch and would have a snack later while he worked in his den. He seldom got home early enough to eat dinner at home. Anyway, she was already busy tending to Beth, looking more animated than hed seen her in a long time.
He carried the bag to the first floor guest room, and then went to his own room upstairs to get out of his suit. At least two hours of work waited for him in his briefcase and
His briefcasehed left it in the car.
Dammit.
He shrugged out of his coat, loosened and pulled off his tie, got rid of the gold cuff links. He hated the possibility of going through the kitchen and getting waylaid. Bad enough hed lost an hour already, but he had no choice. He needed the briefs and his day planner.
David swore. Hed left his day planner on his desk again. He sat on the edge of his bed and pulled off his socks. God, he hated being thrown off his routine.
NOW, BETH, anything you need, you feel free to ask. Mrs. Matthews set the cup of tea beside the glass of water shed already filled twice, and Beth wanted to cry. In fact, if you see it, dont ask, help yourself.
Youre being so kind, Beth murmured, overwhelmed with gratitude for the unexpected thoughtfulness these strangers showed her. Please dont make a big fuss. Im fine.
Nonsense. Were not fussing. Are we, Ida?
The housekeeper gave a dismissive snort as she ladled rich yellow broth into a bowl. Her round face had been wreathed in a welcoming smile from the minute Beth laid eyes on her. She was probably the same age as Mrs. Matthews, early sixties, Beth guessed. But as slim and tall as Mrs. Matthews was, Ida was short and plump. They made quite a pair in their contrasting red silk and gray chenille robes.
Its been too long since David has brought a friend home, Mrs. Matthews put a carafe of coffee on the table, and then brought out cups. Not mugs, but real china cups and saucers.
Im not exactly a friend, Beth muttered, not sure what David had told them.
Well, were delighted to have you. Would you rather eat in the dining room?
This is fine. Beth watched Ida root through the refrigerator. Please dont go to any more trouble.
She brought out what looked like a lemon meringue pie. Only one small piece was missing. Trouble? Ida grunted. About time theres someone around here to eat my pastries. Those two take one little nibble and start worrying about their arteries.
Mrs. Matthews sighed and threw Ida a long-suffering look. You put a pound of butter in everything you bake.
Neither of my parents knew what an artery was and they both lived until ninety-six. Ida sniffed. Mind you, they ate plenty of butter and cheese, too.
Beth laughed. The two women obviously shared a friendship beyond the employer-employee relationship.
Mrs. Matthews laughed, too. Dont mind us. Ida and I go back more years than we care to admit.
Quit talking and let the poor girl eat. Ida put two dessert plates on the table and then took a seat and picked up a knife.
Youre having another piece of pie? Mrs. Matthews asked, as she sat across from Beth with a cup of black coffee.
You mind your business, Maude. Ida smiled at Beth. So, how do you know our David?
Beth had just swallowed a mouthful of the chicken soup but she pretended to chew. The truth was pretty embarrassing, yet she didnt want to lie, either.
And you tell me to mind my business? Mrs. Matthewss perfectly arched brows went up. Really, Ida, cant you let the young lady eat in peace?
Color climbed all the way to Idas salt-and-pepper hairline. Of course. Eat. She motioned with her chin to Beth before digging into the large wedge of lemon meringue in front of her.
Beth quickly spooned up another portion of the delicious soup. She was hungry but also grateful thered be no more questions. At least for now.
Mrs. Matthews looked exactly like Beth would have pictured her had she thought about it. Perfectly styled chestnut-colored hair, even at bedtime, perfect teeth, a perfect figure. Her nails were manicured and polished a subtle pink. She looked and smelled rich. Old money rich. Just like David.
Of course they were from old money, according to Tommy. Their family went back to the gold rush days when the Matthews name became a prominent San Francisco fixture. In the legal arena, their firm was number one, if she could believe Tommy. He seemed awfully impressed with that kind of social stuff these days, so she figured he ought to know.
What impressed Beth was the way Mrs. Matthews treated Ida. The woman was a polar oppositeon the frumpy side, her curly graying hair in need of a trim, her roughened hands looked like those of a farmers wife.
Are you ready for another bowl? Ida asked, and to Beths humiliation, she realized shed practically inhaled her food.
No, thank you. This was plenty.
Ida grunted as she got up and took Beths empty bowl. That was hardly enough to keep a bird alive.
But I had two pieces of that great bread. Did you make it?
Ida nodded, her face one big smile. No store-bought baked goods in this house.
Shes determined to make me fat. Mrs. Matthews sipped her black coffee with a look of phony disdain.
Dont mind her. She thinks three strawberries with a teaspoon of fat-free whipped cream is dessert.
Beth smiled. Sorry, but nothing beats real whipped cream, or freshly churned butter. I havent had either since I left the farm.
Both women stared at her. Ida spoke first as she set another bowl of soup in front of Beth. You actually lived on a farm?
Beth nodded, and silently cursed her big mouth. These people would think she was some kind of hick. She brought her napkin to her lipsa linen napkin, no common paper stuff here. That shed momentarily been ashamed of her roots shamed her even more. First her parents, and then her brother provided her with a good home in Rock Falls. Better than good, it had been idyllic.
She lifted her chin. Back in Rock Falls, Idaho. My family has owned it for five generations. We were all born right there in the master bedroom.
My heavens. Mrs. Matthews set down her coffee cup, the china making a pleasant tinkling sound. How long have you been here in the city?
A little over a year.
Mrs. Matthewss brows drew together in a sympathetic frown, and Beths defenses soared. How you must have hated to leave.
Ill say. Ida placed another bowl of the steaming soup in front of Beth. Why did you?
She didnt know what to say. Not because of Tommy, but because shed expected disdain, because shed been prepared to defend her rural childhood.
She shrugged. My brother works the farm now. He lives there with his wife and three kids.
You two arent grilling our guest, I hope.
Davids voice had all three of them turning toward him.
He stood at the door, rolling back the sleeves of his blue oxford shirt, which hed left unbuttoned at the top. Hed traded his suit pants for jeans and his black dress shoes for battered brown loafers, no socks. The casual look shaved ten years off him, and a totally inappropriate flutter in Beths chest startled her.
She hiccupped.
Oh, God. Not now.
Mrs. Matthews turned to her. Are you okay?
Beth nodded, and hiccupped again.
Ida jumped up and went to the sink. Hold your breath for ten seconds while you drink down this water, she said while she filled a glass. It works every time.
Nonsense. Thats an old wives tale. Mrs. Matthews waved a dismissive hand, but she said nothing more as Ida handed Beth the glass.
She hiccupped again, and then carefully avoided looking at David while she started to down the water. Slowly she counted to ten, and wondered if this evening could possibly get any more humiliating. Nerves hadnt caused a hiccupping fit for almost five years. Why now?
She set down the glass and everyone waited in mortifying silence to see if Idas cure worked.
No more hiccups. She was afraid to so much as smile.
Ida planted her hands on her hips with a triumphant grin. What did I tell you?
Mrs. Matthews sighed. I suppose well hear about this for the next two weeks.
Indeed you would if I were going to be here.
David went to the refrigerator and opened it. Where are you going to be?
On vacation. Im going to Denver to see my grandbabies, Ida said, eyeing Mrs. Matthews who remained silent and apparently displeased, judging from her pinched expression.
Good for you. David took out an apple. Im glad to see you take some time off.
Nice someones happy for me, Ida mumbled and got up and cleared the pie off the table. Beth, can I get you anything else?
Beth cleared her throat and prayed the hiccups were truly over. No, thank you. She briefly glanced at David who was giving his mother some kind of silent warning. Youve both been very kind, but please dont let me keep you up.
David pulled a chair out and sat down. The two women looked at him in clear astonishment. Mother, you and Ida go on to bed. Ill take care of Beth.
The women exchanged startled glances, their differences temporarily forgotten.
Beth experienced a jolt of surprise herself. She hadnt expected him to have anything else to do with her. He seemed more than happy to leave her to his mothers care earlier. Not that she blamed him. She was a stranger, an intruder into his private life.
Thank you for helping out, he said. Now, Im sure theres something on television youre missing.
Ida tightened the belt of her robe. I would like to put my feet up. Anything special youd like for breakfast?
Busy staring at David, Beth belatedly realized Ida was talking to her. Uh, no, thanks. Ill be leaving early tomorrow morning.
Mrs. Matthews had stood and picked up her cup and saucer. But she stopped and frowned at Beth. But I
Good night, Mother.
She sighed and gave her son the eye. Id like to speak with you before you go to bed.
Ill be in after I get Beth settled in her room.
The simple statement sounded so intimate goose bumps surfaced on Beths arms. What the heck was wrong with her? Haywire hormones? Did that happen so soon into the pregnancy? She was woefully ignorant about such matters. At least if she were back in Rock Falls
She put the brakes on. Going home was not an option. No sense in getting melancholy about it. She had to move forward, think about where she would stay, how she would support herself, get medical insurance
The two older women had said good-night and were leaving the kitchen before Beth realized how lost in thought shed been. Quickly she called out a good-night, and then silence descended. Shed already finished her soup and a third slice of bread. If she didnt think shed burst at the seams, she wouldve had another just for an excuse not to talk.
But there was a downside to the silence. More worries germinated and grew inside her exhausted brain. The small amount of money she had left in the bank would take her through one day. Hopefully shed get a temp job tomorrow, but what if she couldnt?
I should have warned you about those two, David finally said, his voice serious, but when she looked at him one side of his mouth was lifted. I hope they werent too nosy.
Oh, no, they were incredibly kind. She swallowed around the sudden lump in her throat. They made me feel so welcome. II
Oh, God, not now.
The tears came in buckets.
Chapter Three
Great. This was terrific. David set aside the apple and then wiped his hands on a napkin, trying not to notice how fragile she looked in that oversized coat shed oddly refused to take off. Had he said something inflammatory? What was he supposed to do now? He could call his mother
Nah, he wasnt that big a coward. Hell, he headed a multimillion-dollar law firm. He could handle this small problem. He cleared his throat, got her a box of tissues and then gave her several awkward pats on her back while he searched his helpless brain for something to say.
She dabbed at her eyes, blew her reddened nose. Im sorry, she said, reluctantly raising her watery blue eyes to him. I have no idea where that came from.
He withdrew his hand. Youre probably just tired.
She sniffed and snuggled deeper into her coat as if for protection. Thats no excuse.
Dont be so hard on yourself.
Her gaze came up, her eyes bright, and he thought she might start crying again.
This is a tough time for you, he added quickly. Uncertainty is difficult to face under the best circumstances and now you have a baby to consider.
Thank you, she whispered, for being so understanding. Im really not such a wimp.
The sincere gratitude in her eyes got to him and he touched the tip of her nose. I dont doubt that for a moment.
The rest of her face got as red as her nose. Youre treating me like a child again.
What?
Dont deny it. A teasing smile started at the corners of her mouth. But thats okay. Im used to it. I look young for my age, plus my brother and his friends were so much older that theyve always treated me like a kid.
Is that why you wont go back to Idaho?
Any trace of a smile vanished and she hunched her shoulders. Not exactly.
Im prying. I apologize. He knew little about pregnancy but enough to understand that a womans body and mood changed. And boy, did he just get a sample of it. If she started crying again it would be his fault.
You have a right to know. After all, youve taken me in.
Just for the night.
Embarrassment rose in her cheeks. I understand. Ill be leaving first thing tomorrow morning.
I didnt mean that. What I was trying to say in a very bad way was that you dont owe me any explanations. My offer wasnt conditional.
I know. She sighed. My brother has a notoriously bad temper. If he finds out about Tommy taking my college money She pressed her lips together, panic flickering in her eyes, as if shed said too much. Anyway, Junior and his wife work the farm now. They have three children. Theres really no room for me there.
And your parents?
They died when I was fifteen. Junior took over my guardianship.
Hes your only sibling, I take it.
She nodded. Even though hes twelve years older than me were very close, but he wouldnt understand me getting pregnant. He never liked Tommy. She stared down at her hands. I guess Junior was right about him.
Nevertheless, surely your brother wouldnt turn you away.
She looked up, her eyes troubled. Oh, no, of course not. She blinked, looked away. Its complicated.
And none of my business.
She gave him a tiny apologetic smile. The discussion was closed. He respected that, and to reassure her, he laid a hand on her clasped ones. They were cold and fidgety, and she was so small his one hand covered them both.
Her eyes widened, slightly, just enough to spark an awareness in him that made his mouth go dry, his chest tighten. Trustgratitudewere both there in her unguarded expression. He pulled away and raked a hand through his hair.
Im sure youre tired. He stood and disposed of his half-eaten apple. Let me show you to your room.
She got to her feet, her gaze following him with a wariness that unsettled him. Did I do something wrong?
Of course not. I just figured you wanted to rest.
She pushed back the sleeves of her coat. Im going to do the dishes first. Is the soap under the sink?
David grunted. You are not going to wash the dishes.
Im certainly not going to leave them. She brushed past him with her bread plate and bowl.
We have a dishwasher. His gaze scanned the room. He knew they had one somewhere. Ah, he spotted it to the right of the sink.
Im sure Ida has already run it for the night. It wont take me long to wash these up. She placed the dishes in the sink and turned on the water. Her coat sleeves slid back down and she pushed them up again.
David shut the water off, and when she turned to him he placed his hands on her shoulders. You are not going to wash dishes. You are going to bed.
Hed expected her to comply but she surprised him by tilting her head back and narrowing her gaze. Says who?
The forgotten childhood taunt startled a laugh out of him. Says me.
They stood staring at each other a moment, and then a shy smile tugged at her lips and she moved back. Really, I can wash up everything in no time.
He lowered his hands. She had such slim shoulders a peculiar protectiveness stirred inside him. Youre a guest in this house. If I let you so much as lift a finger, my mother and Ida will run me up a flagpole.
She made a face. Im not exactly a guest.
I suggest you follow me, or youre on your own to find the guest room.
He headed out of the kitchen, hiding a smile when she scurried after him. Halfway across the dining room he heard her gasp and he made an abrupt about-face.
Wow, this house is really something.
Her gaze swept the two-story white marble foyer with the crystal chandelier his mother had found in Rome. The living room was decorated in a simple but elegant contemporary style, the real focal point the city beyond the wide expanse of glass. San Francisco twinkled like a hundred-carat diamond.
David watched the wonder light her eyes and suffered a surprising pang of envy. He remembered how excited hed been over the architectural plans, and how he used to stand on the hill before the house was built and just stare at the city below, waiting, anticipating.
Now it seemed all he did was work. Which reminded himhe still had to get his briefcase out of the car and start in on that brief.
Your room is right down this hall, he said with more impatience than hed intended.
Sorry. She threw one final admiring look around and then hurried after him.
The bedroom was already made up. Ida kept it in top shape for unexpected guests. Hed already put Beths bag on the luggage rack near the closet. The tote was so light he wondered what she had in there. Clearly she had to have more clothes stashed somewhere.
Theres a bathroom behind the door to the left, the one on the right goes out onto a balcony. Lets see, there are hangers and an extra blanket in the closet, bottled water over in that small fridge in the corner.
She stood in the doorway, as if afraid to come all the way into the room.
He casually stepped back to give her space. Can you think of anything else you might need?
She shook her head, her eyes looking suspiciously bright again. Definitely his cue to leave.
Okay, then, good night. He eased between her and the door.
David? She touched his arm, and when he stopped, she rose on tiptoes and kissed his cheek. Thank you.
Her warm breath and subtle jasmine scent stirred more than friendly concern and panic surged in his chest. No problem, he said with unintended gruffness, and then got the hell out of her room.
GOOD MORNING. Ida was all smiles in a shocking pink dress and yellow apron, her curly graying hair less wild this morning. Youre just in time. I made another fresh pot of coffee.
Beth yawned, and covered her mouth in embarrassment. Bad enough shed slept so late. Back on the farm she would have been up for over two hours already. Good morning. Or should I say good afternoon?
Ida handed her a cup. Phooey. Its only nine.
Beth gave the carafe of rich brown brew a longing look. Caffeine wasnt good for the baby. But maybe there was a period early in the pregnancy that allowed one cup. She had no idea. There was so much to learn
Are you gonna stare it to death or drink it? Ida picked up the carafe and held it above Beths cup.
Just half, please.
Theres only a measly fifty percent caffeine in this blend, Ida said, and filled Beths cup to the brim. Her Highness worries about too much of that, too.
Mrs. Matthews?
Ida chuckled. Dont look so scandalized. I always call her that, and to her face, mind you. Have a seat.
Beth took the same chair shed used last night and sipped the much-appreciated coffee. She would drink only half a cup and she intended to make it last as long as possible. How long have you known Mrs. Matthews?
Ida sat across from her with a cup of coffee filled with cream and sugar. Maude and I grew up together. And I suggest you call her that instead of Mrs. Matthews. She paused and grinned at Beths expression. Now, you wouldnt be wondering how we grew up together, obviously being from different social circles, would you?
Heat filled Beths cheeks. Um, well
Ida laughed and waved a hand. Dont mind me. I never can resist that one. My mother was Maudes parents housekeeper. Mom and I lived in the servants quarters on their estate not far from here, and since Maude and I are a year apart in age, we played together.
Of course we went to different schools, her being a Wellington and all, but once we both got home each day, it didnt matter a whit. When it was time for her to go away to finishing school, we both pitched fits. Ida sighed. It didnt do any good. She left, and I went and got myself pregnant. Sorry mess that was, but you dont want to hear about it, and besides, I got myself a fine son out of the bargain.
She was wrong. Beth wanted very much to hear about Ida and how she had handled being a single woman, pregnant and then raising a child. But how did she urge her to continue without sounding nosy?
Do you have other children? Beth asked conversationally.
A daughter. Later I married Ed Barnes, a sergeant in the Marines. He adopted my boy and then we had Amelia. We ended up traveling around a lot, transferring from one military base to the other. But Maude and I always kept in touch and when my Ed died five years ago, I came here to work for her and David. David Sr. had died soon after young David got out of law school. A second heart attack did him in, God rest his soul.
Beth had wondered about Davids father, but of course would never have asked. David seemed awfully young to head such a large and prominent firm.
How long were you a single parent? She hoped that didnt sound too nosy.
About five years. Id met Ed right away but there was no way I wanted anything to do with a man. Ida chuckled. I gave him a run for his money, I did.
Beth understood completely. If she never trusted a man, or even never dated again it would be too soon. She realized she was unconsciously rubbing her tummy and immediately stilled her hand. But what did it matter if they knew about the baby? David had probably explained to his mother by now, and if Maude knew, Beth bet Ida did, too.
And if not, what did Beth have to lose? After this morning, shed never see these women again. Or David. The thought was oddly unsettling.
She recalled his reaction to her chaste kiss last night and how surprised shed been at his obvious discomfort. It was both funny and sweet, and shed fallen asleep with the warm fuzzy feeling that hed actually been touched in some way.
But today was a new day, one of making hard decisions and moving forward. The thought scared her to death.
Now I have a question for you. Ida stared at her over the rim of her cup. Do you ever take that coat off?
Only if I have to. Beth sighed. Im traveling rather light these days.
Ida frowned in thoughtful silence for a moment, and then asked, How long will you be staying?
She glanced at her watch. For about another hour.
Nonsense. Maude swept into the kitchen, looking trim and vibrant in a red silk pantsuit, her hair upswept into a chic French twist. Good morning, ladies.
Well, its about time Her Highness woke up. Ida winked at Beth. Ive made fresh coffee twice.
Ill have you know Ive been up for nearly two hours. She smiled at Beths good morning as she poured herself a cup of java. We have so much to do today. I have lists to write, calls to make.
Ida frowned. I hope youre not talking about that foolish party again. David is not going to like it. Ida shook her head, her frown deepening. Not one bit.
No, Im not talking about the party. She looked at Beth again. Im talking about shopping.
Beth took a hasty gulp. Ill be out of your way in ten minutes.
Nonsense. Mrs. Matthews waved her hand with an air of authority. She was clearly a woman used to getting her way. Youre going with me.
DAVID CLEARED off his desk, and then made a notation in his day planner for tomorrows meeting with the mayor. Outside his office he heard the secretaries chattering as they locked their desks and turned off their computers, preparing to leave for the day.
Was it really only five? He glanced at the gold-framed desk clock, a birthday gift from Monique last year. She was a nice woman, sophisticated, attractive, a contract lawyer, whose company hed always enjoyed. Too bad she got tired of trying to compete with his job. Not that he thought that was a problem, but she had, and that was enough to cool the relationship.
He glanced at the clock again. Five-o-three.
And then he stared at the phone. Where the hell were his mother and Beth? And why was Ida being so cryptic?
Hed called once right before lunch, and then an hour ago. All Ida would say is that the other two were out. He was tempted to call his mothers cell phone, but she never answered the damn thing. He doubted she even knew how to turn it on.
Besides, he never called in the middle of the day and he wasnt up to getting the third degree, even though it was perfectly logical that hed want to know if Beth had left and if his mother had been successful in slipping her some money.
Night, Mr. Matthews.
He looked up as Heather, the secretary his assistant hired last week, poked her head in the door. She was young, late-twenties, blond and with a build that wouldnt quit. Most of the guys in the office were salivating over her.
Good night, Heather. Drive carefully.
She gave him a radiant smile. A dangerous one. He quickly turned his attention back to the day planner. She wasnt the first secretary in the office with eyes for the boss. He had no illusions that he was Gods gift. The money and power attracted them. Hed already traveled that road once, with only scars to show for it.
Long after Heather had left, he stared restlessly at the senseless words on the page. Dammit, he wasnt going to get any work done. He ought to just go home. So what if it was earlier than usual? It was his house. He had a right
He packed up his briefcase, and then got into his private elevator without saying anything to the staff lingering in the office. Not accustomed to rush hour, he cursed the traffic bottling up the Golden Gate Bridge, but managed to dictate two memos by the time he turned into his driveway.
Marvin was washing the limo on the side of the house as David pulled into the garage. He was tempted to ask his mothers driver where shed been all day, but then figured hed find out soon enough.
And then it struck him. What he really wanted to know was whether Beth was still here. Not that it made any difference to him. Except that hed warned his mother not to get attached. Beth wasnt a stray puppy she could keep around to pamper and dote upon.
But it wasnt even that so much. If Ida hadnt sounded as though she were guarding a national secret, he wouldnt be so curioussuspiciousthat was a better description. He would never have left the office early. At least hed had the sense to pack his briefcase with enough work to last the rest of the evening.
As soon as he opened the door to the kitchen he smelled the aroma of roasting meat. Garlic was in the air, too. Not something Ida usually used very much. No one was in the kitchen, and it had been so long since hed gotten home this early, he didnt know if that was the norm or not.
He peeked into the living room, and then the family room. Not a soul was around. Laughter came from down the hall and he stopped to listen.
Beth was still here.
Her soft yet uninhibited laugh was unmistakable, and an unexpected sense of peace warmed him. Perhaps because he didnt have to wonder where shed found shelter for the night. After all, no one was using the guest room.
His mother walked out of Beths room, still laughing over something but immediately sobered upon seeing him. David, youre home.
So I am. Excuse me. I was about to change. He tried to sidestep her.
David? Is anything wrong?
No. Why?
You havent come home this early since She shrugged, her speculative gaze drawing toward Beths room.
Great. Just great. I have a lot of work to catch up on and the office was too distracting.
She smiled, nodded, her expression annoyingly patronizing. Well be having dinner in about half an hour. Im delighted you can join us.
Im afraid that isnt possible
The words died when Beth walked out of the room. Her hair was down, the coat was gone and the way the lavender dress hugged her slim curves nearly knocked him off his feet.
She gave him a shy smile. Hi.
Youre still here.
Her expression fell.
David! His mothers appalled voice jolted him.
Beth looked helplessly at her.
I only meant He cleared his throat. I was simply surprised.
I had every intention of leaving this morning, Beth began, but
I talked her out of it.
David looked at his mother, her eyes narrowed in warning. He gave her a look of his own, one that meant theyd talk later. Ill be in my study.
Fine. His mother smiled. Ill let you know when dinner is ready.
About to tell her he wouldnt be joining them, he glanced at Beth again. She did look rather stunning, her hair so shiny it looked like spun gold. The exhaustion and strain were gone from her face and she was much prettier than hed first thought.
He could make time for dinner. Why not? By tomorrow shed be gone. It wouldnt hurt him to be sociable for an hour.
All right, he said and started to loosen his tie. Ill go change and then check with you before I start in on my reading.
Splendid. His mother clasped her hands together and looked adoringly at their guest. Were in for a treat. Beth cooked tonight.
He frowned. Is anything wrong with Ida?
No. Beth insisted as a sort of interview. His mother smiled. I talked her into staying and filling in while Idas gone.
Chapter Four
Beth couldnt imagine what everyone thought of dinner. The pork chops tasted like cardboard. Not even the rich brown mushroom sauce salvaged them. And the potatoesoh, God they stuck in her throat like wallpaper glue.
This meal is fabulous. Maude sat at the head of the table. She put down her fork and looked at Ida. I thought you said pork chops were too dry, thats why you dont make them.
They wouldnt be dry if you let me fix them proper like. Ida sniffed. Youre always too worried about fat and calories.
This sauce doesnt taste fatty at all.
Ida cocked her head to the side. No, it doesnt. What have you got in here, Beth?
Chicken stock thickened with pureed roasted vegetables instead of butter and flour. Lots of garlic, too.
They were being nice, probably didnt want to hurt her feelings. Why hadnt she left this morning? By now she could have been halfway toGood question. She still hadnt figured that out yet. But shed better do it quick. After this disastrous dinner, shed be lucky to keep the temporary job.
Of course the possibility existed that dinner wasnt so horrible. That it only tasted that way to Beth because her mouth was drier than the Mojave Desert. Being nervous always did that to her.
She slid David a furtive glance. He sat silently at the other end of the table while the other two women chatted about sugar and carbohydrates. At least he had an appetite. In fact, hed already polished off half the food on his plate. His expression hadnt changed though. He still had the same sullen look hed had from the time his mother announced Beth would be staying.
Beth? Maude stared at her with concern.
Im sorry. Did you say something?
Ida snorted, and Maude gave her a censuring look.
Id really like you to give Ida this recipe. David, isnt it wonderful?
He nodded, and then took a sip of the wine hed brought up from the cellar. When he hadnt poured any for Beth, Maude said nothing, but Ida asked if hed forgotten his manners. Beth knew right then that hed told his mother about the pregnancy. But no one had told Ida. That they had protected her privacy in that small way gave her a warm fuzzy feeling.
Maude sighed. Really, David, you could show a little more enthusiasm for all the work Beth put into dinner.
Beth groaned inwardly.
Speaking of work He set down his fork, pulled the napkin off his lap, folded it in two and set it beside his plate. Thank you, Beth, for an outstanding meal.
He picked up his half-full wineglass as he stood. Beths gaze drew to the snugness of his jeans and she quickly looked away.
You cant leave yet, Maude said. We havent had dessert.
Ill pass.
You cant. Beth made a peach parfait.
Thats all right, Beth said quickly. Itll keep.
David eyed her, his expression unreadable, and then his gaze swept the table. Excuse me, ladies.
Maude started to say something, but refrained when Beth threw her a pleading look. No one said another word until David left, and then Ida spoke.
That boy is going to work himself to death. Hell end up having a heart attack just like his daddy. She sent Maude an apologetic glance. God rest his soul.
Yes, Maude said absently, clearly distracted as she stared off after David. But he did come home early. Thats something.
That it is. Ida glanced at Beth and then tried to hide a smile behind her napkin.
Beth saw it though and wondered what the heck that meant. He probably wanted to make sure Id left. I promised him Id be gone today.
Maudes brows rose sharply. David wouldnt expect you to leave with no place to go. Her gaze flickered. He told me a little about your situation. I hope you dont mind.
Beth shook her head, and noticed that Idas interest had suddenly piqued. Maude would have a time evading her questions. Beth didnt care. She set her barely touched food aside and stood.
Maudes concerned gaze met hers. You havent finished your dinner.
Ill be back to clear the table after youve had dessert. Its in the fridge.
But where are you going?
Beth took a deep breath. She hated nothing worse than confrontation. To talk to your son.
THE KNOCK at his study door was too soft to be either his mother or Ida. That left Beth. For a moment he thought about not answering. But that would be childish. Anyway, shed corner him sooner or later.
He hadnt even opened his briefcase yet and he quickly placed a stack of papers on the desk in front of him. Come in.
The door opened but he didnt look up right away. He made a production out of dragging his gaze away from the top sheet as if it were the answer to the national debt instead of a proposal for the company Christmas party.
I know Im bothering you but this cant wait.
The determination in Beths voice surprised him and he leaned back and gave her his full attention. No bother. Have a seat.
She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear with a nervous hand, and then lowered herself to the nearer of the two brown leather club chairs. She huddled to one side, leaving half the seat vacant.
Im sure you were disappointed I wasnt gone by the time you got home, but Id like to explain. She shifted, crossing her legs. He tried not to look, but her hem rode up a few inches above her knees, capturing his interest.
You see, your mother She hesitated, wrinkling her nose, no doubt searching for tact. Well
My mother could make Attila the Hun look like a cub scout when she has her mind set on something. You dont have to explain.
But I do. I told you Id be gone but she offered me the job of filling in for Ida and it seemed a great solution for both of us.
Of course. It makes perfect sense.
Then why do you look as though you want to bite my head off?
David leaned back in his chair, admittedly feeling a little uneasy. Not angry. I wasnt aware I appeared that way.
Its the clothes, isnt it?
The clothes?
She lifted her chin, tucked back her hair. Im paying her back every cent.
Im not following you.
Your mother insisted we go shopping today. She bought me things. Beth visibly swallowed. Expensive clothes that may take me a while to repay, but once I get a real job Ill send something every month.
What my mother does with her money is none of my concern. Even if she wanted to buy you a house, it still wouldnt be my business.
But you are upset.
Not true. I had no idea you two went shopping today, although knowing Mother, I should have guessed.
Beth cocked her head to the side. So why are you in an icky mood? Was it the pork chops?
He laughed. He couldnt help it. Dinner truly was terrific. If Ive been icky, I assure you it has nothing to do with you.
She studied him, disbelief written all over her face. May I have a piece of paper and a pen?
Of course. He sat up and handed her a sheet of his personal stationery. This all right?
She nodded. Im writing you an I.O.U.
A what?
An I.O.U. Its a promise to pay
I know what it is. His patience slipped. Is that how you handled things back in Idaho?
Hurt flickered in her eyes. Back on the farm a promise and a handshake were enough.
Dammit. He hadnt meant to sound critical or as if he were belittling her. If anything, her earnestness and accountability impressed him. She couldve accepted his mothers generosity without a qualm, knowing they had money. In his business, hed grown used to freeloaders and people looking for an easy buck.
Not Beth. She wanted to sign an I.O.U. And he hadnt a single doubt shed make good on it.
He exhaled, rubbed his eyes. Beth, youre not going to write an I.O.U. Whatever my mother bought you, consider a gift.
Back on the farm, we dont accept charity, either.
I thought people helped their neighbors in small towns.
She blinked. You arent a neighbor. Youre a stranger, really, and Im embarrassed enough that Ive had to depend on you. Her hand went to her stomach. If it werent for the baby, I wouldnt even She shook her head. It doesnt matter. If you think its a bad idea that I stay, Ill leave first thing in the morning.
His gaze lingered on the hand she had pressed to her slightly rounded belly. If she werent so slim, no one would be able to guess her condition. She could get a job somewhere. A potential employer wouldnt have to know about her pregnancy.
David thought about his accountant. Didnt he have a clerk out on temporary disability? Maybe the timing would work out. And then what? Once Beth delivered the baby, what would she do about child care and medical insurance and
Dammit! This was not his problem.
David?
He looked up and met her troubled eyes. Worry lines had formed between her brows.
Youre looking funny again.
I was just thinking.
She took a deep breath, her breasts rising and falling and gaining his full attention. They werent too large, but round and high. If you have to think about it that long, then there really isnt anything to think about, she said and abruptly stood.
What? He stared absently for a moment. No, its not that. Please sit.
She shifted, her stance and expression hesitant before slowly lowering herself back to the chair.
He didnt understand his resistance. Filling in during Idas absence was truly the perfect solution for both parties. His mother needed the help. Her kindness, wisdom and support meant the world to him, but when it came to domestic duties, she was hopeless.
Clueless, in fact. Shed gone from rich parents to a wealthy husband and never worked a day in her life. Her efforts on behalf of her pet charities, however, were tireless and unrelenting. Which worried him. Beth wasnt a project.
He understood his mothers desire to want to rescue and protect her. Her youth, her situation. He noticed the fullness of her breasts again, and the way the vee of her dress exposed the top of her cleavage.
Okay, so she wasnt that young. A totally inappropriate tug in his groin filled him with disgust and he forced his gaze away. Obviously hed been celibate too long. Still, his reaction was inexcusable.
David, if youd rather I come back later
He straightened. Why?
She shook her head, while regarding him with curiosity. You seem very distracted.
If she only knewHe cleared his throat. I was wondering about your medical insurance.
Her expression fell, and she sighed.
Or lack thereof
She nodded, her face miserable. Lack thereof would be appropriate.
Thats a problem.
Well, no kidding, Sherlock. When did you figure that out?
Taken by surprise, he laughed.
Beth groaned and covered her face. That was rude, she muttered. Im sorry.
No need to apologize. Youre right. That was an inane remark.
Am I fired?
He frowned, and then saw the twinkle in her eye and realized she was teasing. On the contrary, Im thinking I should add you on as an employee of the firm so that youd be eligible for medical insurance.
Her eyes clouded with doubt.
Of course youd remain here to help my mother. Making you an employee would only be a technicality.
But what about Tommy? Hed find out, wouldnt he?
The surge of anger that assaulted David shocked him. He wasnt a violent man, but hed love nothing more than to have his hands around Snyders scrawny neck. Tom isnt going to hurt you.
I know, she said quickly, her eyes wary. I only meant that his co-workers might find out about me. I dont want to cause trouble for him.
Davids anger swelled. Why the hell do you care if hes put out? Have you forgotten what hes done to you?
Her hand went to her stomach again. Hardly.
He pushed a hand through his hair. Im sorry. I was out of line.
No, you werent. Youre trying to help. She shrugged, a serene smile curving her lips. But my dragging Tommy down isnt going to change anything between us. No matter what, hell still be my babys father. I hope someday they can have a relationship.
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- Жанр: Современная зарубежная литература, Современные любовные романы
- Язык: Книги на английском языке
- Объём: 210 стр. 2 иллюстрации
- ISBN: 9781474021005
- Дата выхода книги: 31 декабря 2018
- Версия: 📚 Электронная книга
She Needed a Place To Call HomeBeth Anderson was pregnant and had nowhere to turn–until handsome, and much older, lawyer David Matthews offered her a warm place to stay for the night, no strings attached. But a well-meaning matchmaker saw the spark between them and resolved to make Beth's visit more permanent.He Needed Someone To LoveDavid was indeed attracted to his new houseguest, but thought their age difference too great. Even though Beth seemed wise beyond her years, David just couldn't get past the number. But kissing her was a temptation he could not resist–and losing her was a chance he was not willing to take…!
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