Just like old times, he thought. “I’m glad you understand.” It’s what he loved about Nora.
“But I don’t understand. Didn’t you clarify the situation?”
He sat in one of the chairs in front of her desk. “She claimed she’d never turn the kid over to a complete stranger and said she’d be going on the `outing’ too.” He huffed out a breath. “Outing. As if it’s a society picnic with hoity-toity baskets and buckets of champagne.”
“It couldn’t be possible that you thought she was phat.”
“You’ve got eyes. Did you think she was overweight?”
He thought she had the curviest little body he’d seen in a long time, although it was hard to tell in that full-skirted thing she’d been wearing. But her arms were toned and the silky shirt she wore under it molded to her breasts in a way that tempted a man and made him hot all over.
“I didn’t say F-A-T. I said P-H-A-T—pretty hot and tempting.”
“No,” he lied. “I didn’t think that.”
“Okay. Then I have to conclude you’re scared.”
He stood, to crank up the intimidation factor, and glared down at her. “This is me we’re talking about. When I was in the army, I parachuted into hostile territory with nothing but a knife, a sidearm and a radio. I’m not afraid of anything.”
“And this is me,” Nora said, unfazed by the intimidation ploy. “I was there to pick up the pieces when Barb Kelly walked out with the child you fell in love with—”
“Don’t go there,” he warned.
“Why not? You just did.”
“No, not where you think. I just faced reality a long time ago. I’m a place-holder.”
“Not that again.” She sighed. “Poor you. You were adopted, and Mom and Dad love me best because I have their DNA. Trust me, it’s not that special.”
“You’re wrong. You’re pretty special.”
“So are you. For the record—and this is the last time I’m inflating your fragile male ego—the folks love you. Dad’s shirt buttons are in serious jeopardy of popping every time he boasts to his buddies about his son the Army Ranger.”
“Enough,” he said. “I’m not a kid any more.”
“You’re acting like one.”
“Am not.” He grinned as she sighed. “Do me a favor and just bury it.”
“You can duck into your foxhole if you want,” she said. “But I think you noticed the resemblance to Barb, too, and it scared the stuffing out of you.”
“You’d be wrong.”
“Then why did you refuse to keep your word and do the survival weekend?”
“I’m busy. Just got the new contract.”
“You didn’t have it in the bag when she was here. Definitely scared.”
“Busy.”
“Scared.”
“Busy.” Now it was his turn to sigh.
Squabbling just like when they were kids. And their parents had always seemed to take her side. Because she was their biological child and he’d been adopted when they’d thought conceiving their own baby was impossible. But there was something about Nora. He simply couldn’t hold it against her that she was a product of the folks’ love and DNA. He’d felt protective of her from the moment she had come home from the hospital. He had a bond with her. More than that—he loved her.
“Is there any way I can convince you you’re wrong?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Are you going to share, or do I have to use more aggressive interrogation techniques?”
“No tickling,” she warned.
“Then talk.”
“Right back at you, Riley. Face Abby Walsh. And talk.” She sighed at his look. “The thing is, you don’t have a choice. This is you. Although you try to hide all your good qualities behind a surly exterior, I happen to know you’re loyal, honest and you always pay your debts and do your duty. You gave your word to the Charity City Foundation when you volunteered the weekend for auction. And you’re an honorable man. You can’t do anything but talk to her.”
He hated that she was right. “Okay. You win.”
“Good.” She pointed at him. “But remember. That doesn’t mean the talk needs to be personal. In fact, if I were you, I wouldn’t under any circumstances get involved with her.”
“You’re preaching to the choir, sis. I don’t do personal. I’ll smooth things over.” Things like the curve of her cheek and the slender column of her neck. The insubordinate thoughts made him grind his teeth and proved that Abby Walsh was trouble with a capital T. “By the time I’m finished oozing charm, she’ll be glad to let me compensate her for the money she spent.”
And he’d be off one very large, very uncomfortable hook.
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