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He took her hand in his. “Then trust me to show you Moscow. We’ll drive around to give you a general idea of things, then stop at a place I promise you’ll never forget.”
“Sounds great.”
Liz liked the way David’s hand felt holding hers. She liked being close to him. Honestly, she liked a lot of things, including the fact that he was a giant, good-looking distraction. Coming in early so she wouldn’t be so exhausted during the final adoption process had seemed like a good idea at the time, but flying over, she’d realized it also gave her too much time to think about what she was doing. Not that she regretted any part of adopting Natasha. Instead, she worried about being a good enough mother for the delightful baby.
But with David at her side, she could fill her mind with other intriguing topics and different fantasies. Such as how it was possible for one man to produce so many tingles in her body.
He escorted her to a small green car parked down the street. As they took off, she felt a thrill of excitement. She was about as far from home as she’d ever been, in the company of a handsome man, starting an adventure that would change her life. What could be better?
“Tell me about living here,” she said as they turned a corner and entered a busy main street. “Do you have much contact with Russian people?”
“I try to. When I came here I knew a lot in theory, but had no practical experience with another culture.” He shot her a grin. “Now I’m practically a native.”
“Sure you are. Say something in Russian.”
He obliged with a long sentence. She blinked at him.
“Okay, and what did you say?”
“That this was the kind of day meant to be spent with a beautiful woman. Then I said something dirty I can’t repeat.”
She laughed. “Fair enough. So tell me about the people of this city.”
“They’re welcoming and warm. Even to strangers. Especially to strangers. When you’re in someone’s home, there’s plenty of vodka to go around, and plates and plates of food. Guests are expected to bring a gift. Residents are fiercely loyal to their culture and their history. Russian brands are always preferred. Oh, and when you give flowers, always do so in an odd number. No one here wants a dozen roses.”
“Interesting.”
They crossed a wide river and David began pointing out different buildings. There were museums and theaters and more churches than she’d thought possible, each more beautiful than the last.
“The American embassy,” he said, pointing to his left. “You were there last night.”
“The place to run to if I get into trouble, right?” she asked with a chuckle.
David glanced at her. “Absolutely. Don’t hesitate, even for a second. If something happens, go there.”
He sounded fierce and she shivered. “Are you trying to scare me?”
“Just keeping you safe. Life is different here than back in Portland. You need to remember that.”
“Don’t worry. Except for this day of sight-seeing, my trip here will revolve around the orphanage and getting Natasha. I doubt I’ll get into any trouble with that.”
“Good point.”
He continued to drive around, showing her the sights. At last they parked and began to walk.
The June day was sunny and in the high sixties. David had brought her to a tourist area and she saw people from all over the world. She recognized a few of the languages spoken, but not all.
“Do you like it here?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“How long are you going to stay?”
“I’m not sure. I’ve already extended my assignment twice. I could head back to the States if I wanted.”
“Do you want to, or is the spy business too good?”
He took her hand and laced his fingers with hers. “I’m into the James Bond thing. It works with the ladies.”
“Like you need help there.” She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. “Seriously, David, you’re not actually a spy, right?”
“I’m an attaché with the Department of Information.”
“And…?”
“And here’s what I brought you to see.”
He stopped walking and pointed to their right. Liz was about to complain that he hadn’t really answered the question when she turned and saw the most amazing structure she’d ever seen in her life.
The building was huge, a mass of colors and different-shaped domes. Parts were familiar, as if she’d seen them in pictures or on television.
“St. Basil’s Cathedral,” David said. “Built in the mid 1500s by Ivan the Terrible. He was said to have blinded the architects after they finished so that they could never build such a beautiful church again.”
“The man earned his title.”
“In every way possible.”
David led her through the church. She couldn’t believe how beautiful everything was, from the flowers painted on the walls to the many icons. Restoration was under way in parts of the church, and she paused to drop money into a box for the fund.
“They’ll be intrigued,” he said as she finished pushing in a five-dollar bill.
Liz winced. “Oops. Rubles, right? I changed money before I came, but I forgot it back at the room. So much for being the sophisticated world traveler.”
He laughed and pulled her close. “I’ll take care of you. Speaking of which, what are you in the mood for, lunchwise? I can offer you everything from traditional Russian cuisine to a place that serves pretty decent Tex-Mex.”
“Let’s go traditional,” she said with a grin. “I’ve always liked beets.”
The restaurant was small, dark and intimate. Liz liked how the wooden tables were covered with thick white cloths and how the oversize chairs seemed to swallow her up.
She and David were seated by a window with a view of the street. Sunlight danced on the polished wood floors.
“Everything is good here,” David said as he handed her a menu.
She glanced down at the laminated cardboard, then laughed. “It’s all in Russian.”
“You did say traditional.”
“Then you’re going to have to translate.”
“Fair enough. What are you in the mood for?”
They sat close to each other, their knees touching, their arms bumping. This afternoon was thousands of miles and nearly five years from their last lunch, but there were still similarities: the need to discover everything about him all at once. The sense of there not being enough time. The wanting that lurked just below the surface.
“Liz?”
“Hmm? Oh, lunch. Why don’t you decide for me?”
He placed their order, then smiled at her. “Nervous about tomorrow?”
“A little. I know Natasha is too young to remember me from my first visit. I just hope I don’t scare her. I’ll get to spend some time with her, but she won’t be returning to my hotel with me for a couple of days.”
“You’ll both need to adjust.”
“Me more than her.” She bit her lower lip. “I want to be a good mother.”
“Why would you doubt yourself?”
“Lack of experience.”
“So you’ll learn as you go. Isn’t that what usually happens?”
“I guess.”
What she didn’t say is that many new mothers had assistance from family members. There were other women around who knew what the different cries meant and what to worry about and what was no big deal.
“How old is she?” he asked.
“Four months.”
“Can she do anything? Walk? Talk?”
Liz laughed. “She’s just learning her multiplication tables, but we’re going to have to wait another week until she masters fractions.”
He grinned. “Is that your way of telling me no?”
“Pretty much.”
“I’m not a baby person. I don’t know from timetables.”
“She can hold up her head and will soon be rolling over.”
He leaned closer. “Sounds exciting.”
A wild and potentially insane idea popped into Liz’s head. She tried to let it go and when she couldn’t, she opened her mouth and blurted it out.
“Would you like to come with me tomorrow when I go see Natasha at the orphanage?”
Three
L iz shifted impatiently in the passenger seat of the station wagon. Beside her, Maggie Sullivan navigated the route from the hotel to the orphanage.
“Nervous?” the Portland-based social worker asked cheerfully.
“You bet.”
“There’s no need to be. All that’s going to happen today is that you’ll get a chance to spend some time with Natasha. If the connection is still there and you want to adopt her, then we’ll move forward with the process. If not, you’re free to leave.”
Liz stared at the other woman. “Does anyone ever do that?”
The pretty blonde smiled. “Not usually.”
“I’m ready to bring Natasha home.”
“Then we’ll make that happen.”
Liz hoped so. The foreign adoption process had been long enough to give her plenty of time to be sure of what she was doing. Her only concern lay in being good enough.
Behind her, the couple in the back seat talked quietly to each other. She’d met the Winstons last night at the hotel. Maggie had arranged a private dinner for the prospective parents to all get to know each other. There were eight couples and Liz. As the only single parent, she had found herself feeling slightly out of place.
Too many people going two-by-two, she thought humorously. Once again she found herself swimming against the tide. Of course this time, should she reach the distant shore, she would find David waiting for her at the orphanage.
She smiled as she remembered how shocked he’d been the previous afternoon when she’d asked him to join her. She’d been just as startled when he’d accepted. Did he have any actual interest in Natasha or was he just being polite? Liz wasn’t sure she cared. At this point she would take any moral support she could get, even that reluctantly given. Besides, it wasn’t as if spending time with David was a hardship. Just being in the same room with him was enough to get her hormones dancing and prancing.
They pulled up in front of the orphanage. Liz recognized the three-story gray stone building from her previous visit. This time the skies were clear and there wasn’t any snow on the ground. A few flowers clung to the bushes by the front door and there was a large garden around back.
But Liz didn’t care about the foliage or even the weather. Her concern and apprehension faded as anticipation took its place. After five weeks, she was going to see Natasha again. How much had the baby changed and grown? Would it take long for them to bond?
She bounded out of the car and hurried up the steps. The Winstons were right behind her, trailed by Maggie.
Liz pushed open the front door and stepped into the large foyer. Several people stood in front of the main desk, but Liz’s eyes were drawn to the right, to the man leaning against a wall. When he saw her, David straightened and approached.
Her heart gave a little shimmy. Already breathless with anticipation at the thought of seeing her baby, Liz found herself even more light-headed at the sight of him. Apparently her body really couldn’t take too much excitement.
He walked up, smiled and kissed her cheek.
“Your eyes are glowing,” he told her. “Somehow I don’t think that’s all from seeing me.”
Man, did he look good. A dark suit, pale yellow shirt and a tie. The combination of success and power made her mouth water.
“Some of it is about you,” she said. “Some is about the baby.”
“If I have to come in second, I’ll accept the position if it’s in relationship to your daughter.”
Maggie walked up and joined them. Liz introduced the social worker to David.
“You’re part of the Logan family, aren’t you?” Maggie asked as she shook David’s hand. “I escorted your parents on their last trip to Russia. They’re both wonderful people.”
“Thank you,” David said.
