скачать книгу бесплатно
Emily winced. “No. They are not.”
Dan grinned at her comical expression. “When can you start?”
“I can purchase groceries and fix dinner for you this evening.”
Dan couldn’t think of a better way to spend his Saturday.
“I don’t work Sundays,” Emily cautioned.
“What about Monday? Do you hire out for breakfast, as well?”
“How about we just do dinners to begin with?” Emily returned.
Dan knew he’d been pushing it, even getting this far. “Okay,” he agreed. “What can I do to help?”
Emily rummaged through her purse for her keys. “Just be here this afternoon around four to let me in, so I can get dinner started.”
That, Dan thought, sounded better than she knew.
Chapter Three
Dan was in the study, updating the plans for one of the luxury office condos of One Trinity River Place, when he heard a vehicle turn into the drive. Glancing out the window, he saw Emily emerging from her van. He walked outside, surprised by the drop in temperature. That morning it had been in the low sixties. Now he figured it had to be in the forties. And given the dark clouds on the horizon, looked to get colder still.
“See we’ve got a blue norther rolling in,” Dan said when he met Emily at the back of the van.
She looked as if the change in weather had caught her unawares, too. Her red chef’s coat and jeans were little defense against the chill wind.
Shivering, she nodded. “Guess I should have listened to the weather report.”
Dan gaped at the sheer volume of food in the back of the van.
“Doesn’t look like that when you shop, I gather?” Emily joked.
But maybe it should, Dan thought, noting the abundance of fresh fruits and vegetables. “When I go, it’s mostly milk, cereal, bread, frozen pizzas and microwave dinners.” Dan took the heavy bags from her arms. “I’ll take those if you’ll hold the door.”
“Sure.” She grabbed a bag that looked a lot lighter and moved toward the door.
Being careful not to crash into her, he led the way to the kitchen.
Once there, he was dismayed. The kids had left it in a mess, which wasn’t unusual. It wasn’t good, either. “Sorry,” he said.
Emily sighed, looking less than pleased. She pivoted to go back to the van for more groceries. Dan stopped her with a hand to her shoulder. “Why don’t you let me carry everything in? You really shouldn’t be lifting anything, anyway, in your condition.”
She stepped closer and stood with her hands on her hips. “That’s an old wives’ tale.”
“Humor me?” Dan said. He let his glance rove her windswept hair, her face, before returning to her mesmerizing blue eyes.
Looking at him from beneath a fringe of dark lashes, she released a beleaguered sigh. “If you insist.”
“I do. And don’t touch any of those dirty dishes, either! I’ll do them when I’m done carrying everything in.”
That seemed harder for her to agree to, but finally she nodded her assent. He resumed his task. By the time Dan had finished, every available space in the kitchen was taken up with an overflowing bag or carton. “I’ve got extra freezer and refrigerator space in the garage,” Dan said.
Emily was organizing the condiments, moving most to a cupboard by the sink. “We may need it.” She looked around, grabbed a roll of paper towels and a bottle of spray cleaner, and mopped up some spilled milk on the counter.
Dan gathered up plates and glasses and began putting them in the dishwasher. The silence of the house was broken only by the sounds of their activity. “Where are the kids?” Emily asked finally.
Watching the play of worn denim over her slender thighs and delectably sweet butt, it was all he could do not to reach out and caress her. “Ava’s with her study group, Tommy went running with a couple teammates and Walt took Kayla to a birthday party at the skating rink. But not to worry—they’ll all be back in time for dinner at six.”
Emily sent him a quelling glance. “What were you doing when I got here?”
Dan wiped down the tables. “Working.”
Oddly, color flared in her cheeks. “Why don’t you go back to it? I’m fine here on my own.”
Abruptly Dan sensed Emily was as attracted to him as he was to her—and fighting it just as hard. Obviously this situation—and the intimacy it brought—was going to be a lot more difficult to navigate than he’d thought.
“Ordering me out of the kitchen?” he teased.
Emily studied him for a moment, then turned back to her work with maddening nonchalance. “I need to focus.”
So did he. Because if he stayed…
“Sure,” Dan said. He left, trying not to feel disappointed.
IT TOOK EVERY OUNCE OF WILLPOWER Dan had to stay out of the kitchen and out of Emily’s way for the next two hours. For one thing, he was curious about where she was going to stow all the groceries she’d purchased. For another, the smells emanating from the kitchen were damned enticing. And it was his kitchen. He ought to be able to go in there whenever he wanted.
But the main thing he had to fight was his attraction to her. Being around her only increased the subtle sexual tension between them. And giving in to that attraction would not be a good thing. Especially while she was working for him.
Once things were settled in his home life, then perhaps he could see about pursuing this attraction. But for now? Emily was right to put up a wall between them and keep it there, Dan decided. It was the only logical, ethical way to proceed.
So he worked at his drafting table, and as every member of his family straggled home, he warned them not to go into the kitchen where Emily was toiling away. At six o’clock, he gathered everyone up and they headed en masse for the kitchen.
And stared, stunned, at what they saw.
EMILY WONDERED if it was all too much. The linen tablecloth and cloth napkins were nothing special—she’d borrowed them from her store of them at home. The mix of daisies and mums in the vase had come from the farmers’ market.
As for the meal itself, she’d decided to go with butter-milk-brined fried chicken, mashed potatoes, corn on the cob and peach cobbler. Comfort foods in the extreme.
She figured, since the kids had welcomed the spaghetti carbonara she’d been able to throw together the night before, they were bound to like this.
She was wrong.
Maybe not wrong, exactly, she decided as the meal wore on with none of the enthusiastic eating of the trial run. But definitely misguided.
Dan, of course, consumed his meal with gusto. So did Walt. Emily was hungry, so she ate, too.
Kayla merely picked at her food, and Emily was pretty sure that Ava didn’t actually taste anything. Tommy stripped the breading from the chicken, ate the meat, drank his water, and that was it.
Dan began to get irritated.
He regarded his children with the stern exasperation Emily was beginning to know so well. “What’s the problem?” he asked, his tone as impatient as his manner.
Kayla shrugged. “I think I ate too much hot dogs and birthday cake at the skating rink,” she said.
That excuse Dan appeared to buy.
He looked at Ava. “I had two mocha lattes while I was studying. So I’m just not hungry!”
Caffeine did cut the appetite, Emily knew.
Tommy shrugged. “I haven’t completely cooled down from running. If I eat too much now, I’m likely to do what, um, Emily did this morning.”
All eyes turned back to Emily. “Are you sick?” Kayla asked.
Walt, too, lifted a brow, waiting.
Dan hadn’t told them, Emily realized. He seemed to not want to reveal it, either. Too bad. If the proverbial mud were to hit the fan, Emily wanted to know it now, before she invested any more in this temporary job.
“I’m pregnant—that was morning sickness,” she blurted out.
HIS UNCLE GAVE DAN A LOOK that spoke volumes. Walt could clearly tell from Dan’s bland reaction that he was the only one in the room who wasn’t surprised by Emily’s announcement.
Kayla spoke first. “Pregnant means having a baby, right?”
Dan nodded. “Right. Emily is going to have a baby approximately five months from now. And sometimes, when women are pregnant, they have tummy trouble. She had tummy trouble this morning, but that’s okay—it’s all part of expecting a baby.” And, Dan’s glance to his children conveyed firmly, I have no problem with it.
Nor did they.
In fact, the news didn’t seem to faze them, either way.
“Can I be excused?” Ava said. “I really want to study some more.”
“I don’t feel so good.” Kayla held her tummy. “Maybe I should go lie down on my bed.”
“The team’s going to a movie tonight,” Tommy said. “I need to get ready.”
Looking relieved her announcement had caused so little upset, Emily stood. “I’ll clean up.”
“Actually,” Dan said, “I’ll do it.”
Emily’s expression turned obstinate again. “It’s my job.”
He leaned forward and persisted, just as stubbornly. “Not tonight it’s not. You look tired. Why don’t you go on home? We’ll see you Monday evening.”
Emily squared her shoulders. “Are you sure?”
Dan nodded. “But you’re going to need a jacket. It’s really cold out there now.” The wind was whipping through the trees, rustling the branches.
“I’ll be fine.” She moved past him in a drift of orange-blossom fragrance. “The van has a good heater.”
It didn’t matter, Dan thought. “You’re pregnant,” he reminded her protectively. He paused at the hall closet and pulled out his wind-resistant, fleece-lined hoodie. It would keep her and her baby cozy-warm. “Take this.”
For once, she didn’t argue. “Thank you. I’ll bring it back on Monday.”
He held the sleeves while she slipped it on and zipped up.
Trying not to think how feminine she looked in his jacket, despite it being way too big for her, Dan walked her to the front door.
Emily seemed flustered by the attention. “You don’t have to keep doing this,” she said. “I’m an employee. Not a friend. Or a—”
“Date?” Dan finished her sentence before he could stop himself.
Emily flushed as they stepped outside. In the soft glow of the porch light, she looked even prettier. “That wasn’t what I meant.”
On the contrary, Dan disagreed silently. It was exactly what she meant, because that was exactly how it felt—like a date. In his attempt to put her at ease, he was handling this all wrong. He swallowed, felt his throat close. “You’d rather I just stay here?”
Emily dipped her head self-consciously. “Yes.”
So, with effort, Dan shoved his hands in his pockets, turned and moved to the door.
Emily got halfway down the sidewalk before she realized, “My keys! I forgot my purse.” She hurried back to the door.
“I’ll get it,” Dan offered.
He stepped inside, Emily right behind him. Walt came out of the kitchen, a cup of coffee in one hand, Emily’s leather carryall in the other. Dan recognized the look on the semiretired private investigator’s face and swore inwardly.
“This what you’re missing?” Walt asked Emily politely.
“Yes. Thank you. Good night, everyone! See you Monday!” Emily rushed out the door like the hounds of hell were on her heels.
In the driveway, an engine started.
Dan waited until the van drove away, then turned furiously back to Walt. “Tell me you didn’t go through that,” he muttered.
The older man shrugged. “Well, I had to figure out who it belonged to before I could return it to its rightful owner!”
Bull. “And?”
“She’s licensed to drive in Texas. Carries two credit cards and a bottle of prenatal vitamins. Nothing incriminating in there.”
The tension between Dan’s shoulder blades eased. “Satisfied now?”
Walt ran a hand over his snowy-white buzz cut. “Not without references we can run down.”
Dan scowled and immediately took the opposite tact. “Not going to happen,” he said.
Walt looked annoyed. “Did you even ask?” he demanded in a low, disgruntled voice.
