more than what you say.”
He turned back to the water. “So you’re saying I’m a failure as a father.”
Was she? She certainly considered her own father a failure, but she hesitated to make the same decision about Ron. If he hadn’t loved his daughter, he wouldn’t have left his meeting in Geneva. She didn’t know much about big business, but she did know people at his level weren’t expected to let anything interfere with their work. There was always somebody willing to make whatever sacrifice was necessary to reach the top. She wondered what his coming home would cost him.
“No. I’m just saying you haven’t understood what your daughter needed from you.”
“Do you?”
“In general. My own father has a career that keeps him away from home most of the time, but everybody’s different. Cynthia may not need what I needed.”
“What did you need?”
She hadn’t expected the spotlight to be turned on her. “What I needed isn’t important. It’s what Cynthia needs.”
“You’ve just said we’re not communicating well. If I can understand what you needed, maybe I’ll have a better chance of understanding Cynthia.”
She wondered if he looked at his clients the way he was looking at her. He was so earnest, so sincere, she found it nearly impossible to resist him. “Mr. Egan, I make it a point to keep my relationship with the families of the girls impersonal.”
“You have to try to understand the parents, or you can’t help restore a relationship that’s broken down.”
“I don’t attempt to restore relationships. I leave that to the girls.”
“How can you possibly say you’re doing your best for these girls when you leave out the most important part of all, helping them restore a family relationship that has broken down so badly they’ve turned to you for help?”
“My purpose is to provide a place for them to stay, a way to continue their education, a way to have their baby safely. I’ve taken classes in psychology and counseling, but I don’t consider myself a professional psychologist or counselor.”
“Then you’re not qualified for your job.”
She pushed back the anger. She had attacked him, and he was attacking back. It wasn’t much fun, but she guessed she could understand it. “I don’t think you understand my role here. I’m the administrator. I hire qualified people to do the teaching, counseling, career planning, the training in how to take care of their babies.”
“Then your understanding of what they want and need from their families is all you have to offer. So tell me what you wanted from your father. You wanted it very badly, or you’d never have done what you’re doing now.”
No other parent had asked this of her, but she’d never been this interested in a parent of one of her girls. There was something about this man that forced her to respond to him. She warned herself to be careful. He’d made a fortune persuading people to do things against their wills. Naturally he would use the same skills on her. He already had in persuading her to come with him today, in making her like him even though she disapproved of almost everything about him.
But maybe his question wasn’t as unreasonable as it sounded at first. He had taken a great chance when he left his meeting to come home. This was a second day and he hadn’t said anything about returning to Geneva. He clearly wanted to help his daughter. She had asked him to jeopardize something he loved, and he had done it without hesitation. Would she have jeopardized the shelter under similar circumstances?
She returned his gaze, searching his face for even the tiniest evidence of insincerity, of game playing, of one-upmanship, of anything that would indicate he wasn’t being entirely truthful.
What she found was a tremendously attractive man focusing his attention on her. He was asking about his daughter, but she felt he really did want to know about her, that his interest was sincere, not a vehicle to another objective. And she found she cared more than she wanted about his success. Or was it simply that this man was so attractive, so charismatic, she couldn’t help herself?
She hoped the answer wasn’t the affirmative. She didn’t want to feel even the slightest twinge of interest in a man who had put his career before his family. She didn’t want to be attracted to a man who would be more interested in pleasing others than in pleasing her. She had very strict guidelines for any man she considered dating. Not that Ron had asked her for a date, but she refused to be interested, even on a casual basis, in a man who didn’t satisfy her list of requirements. Ron Egan would bottom out before she got halfway through.
“Every girl wants something different,” she stated.
“I’m asking you to speak for yourself.”
“Why?”
“Because you interest me. I want to know what makes you tick.”
“A well-balanced diet, sufficient rest and regular exercise.”
He laughed. She hadn’t expected that. It was a deep, thoroughly masculine sound that reached a receptive place inside the core of her. The tug of attraction grew even stronger, her will to resist weaker. Warning bells went off in her head. This man is dangerous.
“Do you always keep men at such a safe distance?” he asked.
“You’re not a man. I mean, you’re the father of one of my girls. I don’t look at you the same as I would other men.”
“Why can’t you think of me as a man as well as Cynthia’s father?”
“Because it’s my job to see you as Cynthia’s father.”
“Does that preclude any other relationship?”
“I don’t have relationships with the fathers of my girls. It would be highly unprofessional.”
“Why? Would it cloud your judgment?”
“No, but—”
“Why not?”
She didn’t understand how the ground had shifted so unexpectedly, how she was now on the defensive.
“Are you always professional at any price?” he asked. “Don’t your emotions ever overpower your intellect?”
“No.”
“I don’t believe it.”
“I don’t require that you believe me.”
“But I want to.”
“Why?”
“I might be a father, but I like attractive women.”
“Mr. Egan, this is not an appropriate conversation.”
“Call me Ron. And what’s inappropriate about a man telling a woman he finds her attractive?”
“It’s the circumstances.”
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