here,” he said, sliding an arm around her waist.
She went willingly, curling close to his big, warm body, her head resting on his shoulder. She wondered for perhaps the millionth time how she’d gotten so lucky. She’d had the hots for Andrew James since she walked into her first common-law lecture at Melbourne University. He’d been sitting in the third row, his long legs stretched out in front of him. He’d glanced up from his notebook, and her brown eyes had met his blue, and the deal had been sealed then and there. He hadn’t even needed to smile, but when he did, she’d literally gone weak at the knees.
Rosie smiled as she remembered. She hadn’t believed in love at first sight until that moment. Life sure showed her.
“What are you smiling about?” Andrew asked.
“Just thinking about the first time I saw you,” she said.
“That old thing,” he said. “What is it with women, always mythologizing the past?”
She dug an elbow into his ribs. “Don’t ruin my sentimentality with your man-logic.”
Her thoughts inevitably clicked to the subject she’d been worrying at before Andrew came through from the bathroom.
“I wish Lucy could have met someone like you instead of Marcus the moocher,” she said.
“She’ll be fine. Stop worrying.”
“I can’t help it. It’s in my genes.”
“It’s not like she’s in this alone. She’s got Sophia and she’s got us. We’ll all pitch in.”
“It’s not the same.”
“I know. But it’s close, and it’s more than a lot of people have. Lucy’s a lot tougher than you give her credit for, you know.”
“I know.”
“Anyway, it’ll be good practice for us, being Uncle Andrew and Aunty Rosie. By the time our own kids come along, I’ll have mastered the whole diaper thing, no problems.”
She tensed.
“Wow. I’ll have to tell Lucy you’re volunteering for pooper-scooper duty,” she said.
She felt his chest rise as though he’d taken a breath to say something, but he didn’t speak. For a moment there was a whole world of not-talked-about stuff hanging in the air between them.
“Oh, I forgot. The Johnsons. They rebooked for eleven,” she said.
“Right. Yeah, I’d forgotten,” he said.
He stretched to the side and clicked off the bedside lamp.
“Good night,” he said, kissing the top of her head.
She kissed his chest one last time and slid back to her side of the bed. As much as she’d love to fall asleep on him, she knew she’d just wake up in half an hour with a numb arm.
The sheets were cool on her side and she stared up at the ceiling, reliving that telltale little hitch in their conversation.
You have to pay the piper sometime.
There was a conversation coming, looming on the horizon. She knew that. And it filled her with fear. Because she knew how much Andrew wanted children—and she had no desire at all to be a mother.
CHAPTER THREE
ROSIE’S WORDS RETURNED to haunt Lucy as she approached the Bianco Brothers stall at the market the next morning. Dom was at the front of the stand and she was about to call out a greeting when he stooped to lift a box of potatoes. He was wearing a pair of well-worn Levi’s, and the soft denim molded his butt and thighs as he lifted the heavy load. His biceps bulged, visible against the tight cotton of a long-sleeved T-shirt, and Lucy found herself swallowing unexpectedly.
Then Dom turned and saw her, and his dark eyes lit up and his straight, white teeth flashed as he smiled. His black hair was curly and unruly around his face, and he was tanned from his months in Italy.
Okay. Maybe Rosie was on to something when she said he was a god, Lucy admitted to herself as she stared at him. Maybe he is attractive.
“Lucy. Be with you in a minute,” he said, dropping the potatoes onto another customer’s trolley.
Then he grabbed the hem of his long-sleeved T-shirt and tugged it over his head. Lucy’s eyes widened as she scored an eyeful of tanned, hard belly as whatever he was wearing underneath clung to the top he was removing.
Okay. Attractive is the wrong word. Sexy. Very, very sexy.
Lucy dragged her eyes away, frowning.
She was pregnant. Having a baby. With child. She had no business ogling hot guys at the market. She cursed her sister mentally. This was all Rosie’s doing, planting stupid suggestions in her head. If she hadn’t said all that stuff about Dom last night, there was no way Lucy would be standing here right now feeling like a pervert.
“How can we help you today?” Dom said, closing the distance between them.
Lucy smoothed her hands down the sides of her skirt and shook her head slightly to clear it.
“All the usual staples. Plus I need eggplants and a whole lot of fresh herbs,” she said, consulting her list.
“May I?” Dom asked. He held out a hand for the list.
“Sure.”
She’d given her list to Mr. Bianco a hundred times. So why did it feel different giving it to Dom?
Damn you, Rosie, and your stupid teen crush.
“Sorry, did you say something?” Dom asked.
“No! At least, I don’t think I did,” Lucy said.
“The eggplants are down here. You want to come check them out?” he asked after a small silence.
“Sure.” She waited until his back was turned before she hit herself on the forehead with her open palm. Then, just in case her stupid brain hadn’t gotten the message, she slid a hand over the baby bump beneath her suit coat.
The smooth, taut curve of her belly grounded her in an instant. She was pregnant and scheduled for an important meeting with the bank. Her days of getting goofy over guys were over.
One hand on her tummy, she followed Dom.
“Nice and shiny,” Dom said as he showed her the eggplants. “Just the way we like them.”
“Definitely,” she said.
She kept her gaze focused on the dark purple vegetables in front of her.
“I’ll take three boxes,” she said.
“Not a
