caught her hand. “I don’t want to love you,” he repeated, “but I do.”
“You love me?” She could hardly believe it, yet she knew it was true. He let his love shine from his eyes and his fingers tightened around hers.
“I have practically from the first moment I saw you at that theater.”
“You tried to kick me out, remember?”
“That’s because you scared me to death,” he said wryly. “But regardless of what I said or did, you wouldn’t go away.”
She offered him a shaky smile and sat back down, dragging her chair close to him, their knees touching.
“Then before I knew it,” Mark muttered, his eyes closed, “I was dreaming about you.”
Barbie savored every word.
“For the first time since the accident, I’d wake up each morning with a sense of…hope. I’d go to the movies and hope you’d stay away and at the same time, I’d hope you’d show up—and then I’d curse myself for being so stupid. Acting like that, I was just looking for more heartache.”
Breathless, Barbie didn’t trust herself to speak. This was everything she’d craved, everything she wanted to hear.
“I’m grateful you came into my life,” Mark said and all his intensity was focused on her. “I can’t say it any plainer than that.”
“You mean forced my way into your life, don’t you?”
He laughed and then grew serious again. “You want my heart? You’ve got it, Barbie. You’ve had it all along.” Then he did something completely out of character. Reaching for the paper crown left behind by a birthday group, he placed it on his head and leaned over to kiss her.
Barbie leaned back and stared at him as a chill raced down her arms. With tears blinding her eyes, she held both hands to her lips. Despite all her efforts, she doubled over and started to weep.
“Barbie?” Mark touched her back. “What’s wrong?”
She straightened and noticed that the paper crown sat crookedly on his head. Her wish. She’d wanted to be kissed by a prince. She’d known it was a ridiculous request—yet it had been fulfilled.
Mark was her prince. He loved her.
And she loved him.
Slipping her arms around his shoulders, she hugged him with such exuberance she nearly toppled his wheelchair. “I’m going to love you for the rest of my life.”
“I certainly hope so,” he muttered. “Now do you think we can get out of here?”
“What’s the matter? Is the aroma of those burgers getting to you and weakening your resolve?”
“The only thing getting to me is you. I think it’s time you showed me what you learned on the Internet.”
Her eyes widened. Mark didn’t need to remind her what she’d looked up weeks ago.
All she needed to know was that he loved her.
As much as she loved him.
Everything else they’d figure out with a little inventiveness and a lot of time.
Chapter 32
Thursday afternoon, Anne Marie waited for her pulse to slow before she called Robert’s office. Even after nearly two years, the number was ingrained in her memory.
Anne Marie knew she finally had to see Rebecca Gilroy. She didn’t want to show up without warning, so she’d decided to phone Robert’s assistant and make a formal appointment first.
She had to know the truth before she could put this behind her—or at least in perspective.
Was the child Robert’s? If so, she wondered why Rebecca hadn’t come forward. Robert’s son deserved part of his estate, was entitled to an inheritance. Despite the circumstances, that was only right.
Her heart in her throat, she made the call. A moment later, she heard Rebecca’s voice.
“This is Rebecca Gilroy. How may I help you?” The young woman, now presumably an assistant to one of the other partners, sounded businesslike and professional.
Anne Marie took a deep breath. “Hello, Rebecca,” she said, speaking quickly. “It’s Anne Marie Roche, Robert’s wife.”
Rebecca’s tone softened instantly. “Anne Marie, of course. How are you?”
“Better.” Which was true. “What about you?”
“Busy.”
Anne Marie couldn’t tell if this was a brush-off or an indication that Rebecca couldn’t speak now.
“I won’t keep you then,” she said, following the other woman’s lead. “I was hoping we could get together soon. Would that be possible?”
“You and me?” Rebecca didn’t bother to conceal her surprise, or her reluctance.
“Could we meet for lunch? When it’s convenient for you…”
“Well, I suppose lunch would work. How about tomorrow?”
A strange calm settled over Anne Marie. A day from now she’d know the truth, whatever it might be. She’d make this as painless as she could for all involved. Two months ago, when Melissa had told her about this, she’d wanted to hate Robert’s assistant, to view her as the manipulative other woman. She still tended to see Rebecca as a gold digger who saw her big chance when Robert and Anne Marie separated. And yet…she’d never approached the family for child support.
Rebecca suggested a small, upscale restaurant close to Pike Place Market. Anne Marie knew it well; Robert had taken her there on a number of occasions. It catered to businessmen who wanted privacy to conduct negotiations over lunch or dinner—and the deals they negotiated obviously weren’t all business.
Rebecca said it would have to be an early lunch and asked if eleven-thirty was okay. Anne Marie agreed.
Rebecca must know why Anne Marie had called her. The choice of restaurant told her so. Anne Marie tried not to imagine the younger woman and Robert at the dark corner table, the one he used to reserve for their intimate lunches.
On Friday Anne Marie arrived at eleven-fifteen, fifteen minutes early. Theresa had promised to substitute for her at the bookstore for the rest of the day. In an effort to pack as much into one free afternoon as she possibly could, Anne Marie was going shopping with Melissa after lunch.
The wedding plans consumed every free moment Melissa had and much of Anne Marie’s time, as well. Unfortunately Melissa’s mother continued to shun her, but Anne Marie believed that once the baby was born, Pamela would have a change of heart. How could she not love her very own grandchild? The hostess led Anne Marie to a quiet table near the window. The restaurant typically wasn’t busy until noon and she appreciated the privacy. So far,
