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Nick DeSanto and Lorna Hathaway?
That was a joke.
For one thing, she didn’t like him. She’d made that abundantly clear. But the overriding reason was they came from totally different worlds. Her wealth and position as an owner of the company he worked for was an insurmountable obstacle, even if he could win her over in person.
No. A relationship with Lorna was a pipe dream. It would never work. The best thing he could do now would be to disappear from her life.
That was his decision yesterday…. Yet after a restless night followed by a miserable day, he finally had to admit to himself that he didn’t want to give her up. Even if he had to remain anonymous forever….
Dear Reader,
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Enjoy them all, and please come back next month for six sensational romances, all from Silhouette Special Edition!
All the best,
Gail Chasan
Senior Editor
You’ve Got Game
Patricia Kay
Many thanks to Dee Williams of Bimbo Bakeries
USA for his kindness in giving my husband and me
a private tour of the Mrs. Baird’s Bakery in Waco,
Texas, and for patiently answering all my questions.
PATRICIA KAY,
formerly writing as Trisha Alexander, is the USA TODAY bestselling author of more than thirty contemporary romances. She lives in Houston, Texas. To learn more about her, visit her Web site at www.patriciakay.com.
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Epilogue
Chapter One
Lorna Hathaway stared at her monitor. She was stumped for a word. The only playable letters were Cs, and no two-letter words existed using C.
She sighed and stretched. She’d been playing WordMaker for hours, a sad testament to her dateless life. But at least she was now playing against Coach1012, her favorite opponent, which almost made this frustrating impasse bearable.
Just then an instant message box popped up.
Hey, you having as much trouble as I am finding a word to play? Want to call a truce?
Coach1012 was being generous. He was ahead.
Sure, she wrote back. As long as you realize you’re not doing me any favors, because if we keep playing, I’m sure to win.
Oh, really? he shot back, maybe we should keep playing then, take you down a peg or two….
She laughed and tried to think of a zinger in reply.
After a bit more banter, they agreed to quit the game. Even though Lorna’s backside was sore from sitting so long, she waited. Sure enough, a few minutes later, her e-mail program dinged announcing that she had new mail. As anticipated, the sender was Coach1012. She opened the e-mail and began to read.
Hey, sweet stuff, playing against you tonight was fun. I needed something relaxing after that Little League game. We lost, 13 to 2. The kids don’t care as much as the parents do, though. You should have heard ’em second-guessing me afterward. But criticism goes with the territory. You just gotta ignore it and remember it’s not world peace or anything even close.
Anyway, you planning to play again tomorrow night?
Lorna had been debating whether she should tell her online buddy that she would be spending tomorrow supervising the packing of her belongings in preparation for a move to Houston, which was where Coach lived. She wanted to tell him, yet she hesitated.
She and Coach had become friends about six months earlier through the online game, and she enjoyed the friendship and competition between them. But the bottom line was, although they had discussed all kinds of personal likes and dislikes and had talked about their families and Lorna’s divorce and Coach’s dating life—even having discussions about religion and politics and the state of the world—they had never revealed identifying information about themselves.
The thing was, it was too easy to misrepresent yourself when your only contact was via the Internet, and as a single woman—not to mention, a wealthy single woman—Lorna knew she couldn’t be too careful. She’d had enough bad experiences with men being more attracted to her money and position than they were to her—including her ex-husband—and she didn’t intend to get burned again.
So up front, she’d told Coach she preferred remaining anonymous, and he’d agreed readily, which then made her wonder if he had something to hide. She’d laughed at herself, because he was probably wondering the same thing about her. She finally decided he’d also recognized the need for caution, and she respected that. It showed her he was a sensible man with a good head on his shoulders.
Her mind now made up, she answered saying she would be out of town on business for a few days and probably wouldn’t be online again until the following week. She ended the e-mail by adding that she’d see him then and signed the post with her online name, Sweet Stuff.
She’d no sooner logged off when her cell phone rang. The caller ID showed the caller to be her younger sister Claudia.
“Hey!” Lorna said, smiling. “Thought you were going to the Astros game tonight.”
“I didn’t feel like it—I’m really tired, and I’ve got a cold coming on, I think—so I told John to go without me.”
“Wow, you must really feel lousy if you’re willing to let your new husband out of your sight for an entire evening,” Lorna teased.
“I made sure he wore his ball and chain.”
Lorna laughed. The truth was, John Renzo had fallen in love with Claudia at first sight and been crazy about her ever since. There wasn’t much danger he’d have a roving eye.
“So are you ready for the big move?” Claudia asked.
“As ready as I’ll ever be.”
“I’m so glad you’re coming to Houston. It’ll be great having you here. I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you, too.”
“No second thoughts?”
Lorna had had a lot of second thoughts because she loved her job as CFO of Hathaway Baking Company, and she would miss being close to her brother Bryce and his wife Amy and their children, but none of her reservations had changed her mind.
“No. I still think this is the right thing for me to do. If I hope to meet someone and have any kind of personal life of my own, I need to get out of Morgan Creek.”
“I know.”
Claudia did know. The lack of eligible men in their small hometown was one of the reasons she’d moved away herself a year ago.
“I don’t know, Lorna, I just—”
“What?”
“Well, after all you’ve told me about him, I can’t help worrying that you won’t be able to stand working with Nick DeSanto.”
Lorna grimaced. She was trying not to think about the fact that she would have to interact with Nick DeSanto every day. Nick was the plant manager of the Houston division of Hathaway Baking Company, and a more frustrating man would be hard to find. “I can handle him.”
“You keep saying that, but every time you’ve been around him, he’s managed to get under your skin.”
“I know, but that’s been my fault as much as his. You don’t have to personally like someone to work with them. Bryce says Nick does a first-class job running the plant, and that’s the important thing.”
“And you won’t be working for him.”
“No.” If Lorna had had to work under Nick, this move wouldn’t be happening. But she wouldn’t. She would report directly to the new CFO in Morgan Creek.
Later, in bed for the night, Lorna reminded herself that everything in life was a choice, and that there were always trade-offs to be made. She knew being the combination business manager/office manager at a satellite plant wasn’t comparable to the position she held at the Morgan Creek headquarters of her family’s company, but her job wasn’t going to keep her warm at night, nor would it give her the baby she craved.
Thinking about a baby, she felt the old, familiar ache. She wanted a child more than anything, and her desire had only gotten stronger since the birth of her newest niece six weeks earlier. Lorna had just turned thirty-four, and she knew she didn’t have forever. If she was going to have a baby of her own, she needed to get busy. And the first order of business was finding a man she could love and respect, one who really loved her and who wanted a family as much as she did.
That’s why you’re moving. So stop worrying. You’ve made your decision, and it’s a good one. It might not be easy, but this will work. You’ll make it work. And if Nick DeSanto gives you any trouble, you’ll give him trouble right back.
“So…Nick. What do you think about the Texans chance of makin’ the playoffs this year?”
Nick DeSanto looked at his brother Jay, who was helping himself to meatballs from the serving bowl in the center of the dinner table. “What’d you say?”
Jay frowned. “What’s with you today? You’re a million miles away. That’s about the third time I’ve said something and you haven’t been listening.”
Nick shrugged. “Sorry. I was thinking about work.”
“You’re always thinking about work,” his brother Mike piped in. He twirled his fork in his spaghetti, then lifted the enormous mound to his mouth. Before popping it in, he added, “Give it a rest, why doncha?”
The entire DeSanto family always had Sunday dinner together at the home of Nick’s parents, Mike, Sr., and Carmela, and this Sunday was no exception. Normally Nick liked Sunday afternoons. He could relax and be himself with his family, and his mother was still the best cook in the world. But today he couldn’t manage to stop thinking about the imminent arrival of Lorna Hathaway at the satellite baking company plant where he had been the manager for the past seven years.
Why the hell was she coming to Houston to take a lesser position than the one she’d held at the main office? This was the question that had bugged the hell out of Nick ever since Bryce Hathaway had called him a month ago to tell him his sister Lorna was coming.
You know damn well why she’s coming. For some reason, the Hathaways don’t trust you. She’s coming to spy.
Nick hated thinking this, but what other reason could there be? Or maybe they’re getting ready to push you out and put her in your place. He frowned and drank some of his iced tea.
“Are you having a problem at work, Nicky?” his mother asked. Her blue eyes studied him thoughtfully.
“No, Ma, no problem.” If Nick admitted he was worried about Lorna Hathaway’s arrival at the plant, his mother would worry, too, and he didn’t want that. He was a big boy. He could handle his own problems.
“Are you sure?” she pressed.
“Yeah, everything’s fine.”
“Hey, Nicky, you still dating that Kirsten?”
The question came from Nick’s sister Marie.
He shook his head and ate some of his spaghetti, hoping she’d drop the subject.
No such luck.
“You go through girlfriends the way the kids go through soft drinks,” Marie said.
“Yeah, Nick, when you gonna settle down?” his father said. “Find yourself a nice Italian girl like your mother and have some nice Italian kids?”
Marie started to laugh. “Pop, you’re hilarious. Nicky hasn’t dated an Italian girl since he was in high school.”
She looked as if she wanted to say something else about the women he dated, but her two boys were avidly listening, so Nick figured she’d thought better of it. Jeez, he hated it when his family started in on him.
“Leave Nicky alone,” his mother said. “He’s only thirty-eight. He’s got plenty of time.”
Marie hooted. “Plenty of time! Jeez, Ma, you couldn’t wait for me to get married, and I was barely twenty-three!”
“It’s different for a girl,” Carmela said. Daintily, she cut up her meatball.
“Why is it different?”
Nick stifled a grin. Marie was getting mad, and it amused him. It took so little to fire up his sister’s temper.
“Because in spite of what lots of women think, it’s not so easy to have babies when you’re in your thirties. It’s best to have them by the time you’re twenty-five. That’s when you’re the most fertile.” So saying, Nick’s mother continued eating.
“Oh, for heaven’s sake, Ma. Today women are having babies well into their forties.”
Carmela shook her head. “Not smart, in my opinion. Just think, if you wait till you’re forty to have a baby, you’re almost sixty before he’s out of high school.”
“So?” Marie said.
“So it’s crazy,” her mother retorted. “There’s no way I could cope with a teenager at my age.”
“Ma, you have more energy than me and Rich put together,” Marie said, nudging her husband, who nodded in agreement.
Carmela smiled.
Nick mentally rolled his eyes. His family was a constant source of amusement and frustration.
“Can we please change the subject?” Jay said. “Could we talk about something interesting? Like baseball.”
“Oh, you always want to talk about sports,” his wife Kathy said with a grimace.
Lost in the shuffle of his family’s good-natured bickering, Nick went back to planning strategy for when Lorna Hathaway came to town.
First thing he’d do was let her know he was on to her. And the second thing he’d do was update his résumé. But even as he thought this, he knew it would be difficult—if not impossible—to find another job in his field at his current level. The downturn in the economy had affected every business, and the food business was no exception. Even in the best of times, it wouldn’t have been a cakewalk to make that kind of change.
He was still thinking about this disturbing turn of events later that evening when he arrived at his Heights-area home. But almost immediately, his mood lifted. The house always had that effect on him. He’d bought the old Victorian as a fixer-upper five years earlier to the dismay of his family, who couldn’t understand why he wanted a house that was falling down around him.
“Nicky,” his mom had said, “why don’t you buy yourself a new house? You can afford it.”
“Because I like old houses, Ma,” he’d explained patiently.
“But why? Don’t you want a nice, big shower and modern plumbing?”
“I’ll eventually have those things.”
But she’d just shaken her head—although recently, she’d admitted she’d been wrong and told him the house was turning out to be beautiful.
It hadn’t been easy or cheap. Since the day he’d bought the house, every extra penny Nick could come up with had been poured into it. The house still wasn’t perfect, but it was slowly becoming what he’d envisioned it being the first time he laid eyes on it. He’d done most of the work himself, although his brothers lent a hand whenever they had any spare time.
Now the newly repaired wooden floors gleamed with stain and polish, and the walls were resplendent with fresh coats of paint and updated wallpaper. All the window glass was new, too, except for the stained-glass panels on either side of the front door, which had somehow survived the previous owners’ neglect. The only major work that remained was remodeling the kitchen, which still had its original chipped porcelain sink and a 1940s vintage Roper gas stove.
As he walked inside, Maggie, his year-old chocolate Lab, bounded down the hall to greet him. Kneeling, he rubbed her ears. “Have you been good while I was gone, Maggie, girl?”
In answer, she licked his chin.
He laughed. “C’mon, I know you want to go out.”
Tail wagging, she followed him to the kitchen. He unlocked the back door and let her out. Opening the refrigerator, he took out a cold bottle of beer. Then he leaned against the counter and slowly drank as he waited for Maggie to finish her business and ask to come back inside. His thoughts once more turned to Lorna Hathaway.
Damn. Why was it that things could never run smoothly? Someone always had to throw a monkey wrench into the works and screw things up.
Well, he knew one thing for sure. He might have to find another job, but he wasn’t going to go quietly.
And if Lorna Hathaway thought differently, she had a big shock coming, because he intended to give her one helluva fight.
“Careful,” Lorna cautioned, heart banging in alarm as the movers strained under the weight of her baby grand piano. She knew it might be a tight fit getting the piano into the living room of the bungalow she’d purchased in Houston, yet there was no way she was going to leave it behind.
She sighed. She liked the small house she’d bought in West University Place, only one block from where Claudia and John lived, but she hated saying goodbye to her house here—a gorgeous Victorian that she’d restored to its original beauty in the ten years since she’d purchased it.
With the house, she always thought in terms of “she,” even though she and her ex, Keith, had bought the house together and moved in as newlyweds. Keith, however, had never loved it the way Lorna did. He’d have preferred something new in one of the gated communities closer to Austin where up-and-coming executives lived.
He’d given in because it was Lorna’s money that enabled them to buy a house in the first place. But he had no real interest in their home, and she was the one who’d lovingly supervised the workmen, who’d replaced the faulty electrical wiring and the worn-out plumbing. She was the one who’d scrubbed and polished and painted on weekends and evenings when Keith was golfing or working late. And she was the one who’d haunted antique shops and weekend flea markets to find just the right pieces of furniture to create the tranquility and elegance she envisioned.
She swallowed against the lump in her throat. She was giving up so much to make the move to Houston. Again, doubts assailed her. She imagined most people would think she was crazy.
“Do you think I’m crazy, Buttercup?” she whispered. In answer, the calico cat in her arms made a sound halfway between a purr and a meow.
Just then a white SUV pulled up in front of the house across the street. Lorna smiled as she watched her sister-in-law Amy climb out and wave, then open the back door where she removed the newest addition to hers and Bryce’s family from her baby carrier. Lorna put Buttercup down on the porch railing and waited on the top step.
“Emily and I thought we’d come and see how you’re doing,” Amy said when she and the baby joined Lorna on the porch.
Lorna reached for the chubby infant, relishing the feel of her warm, sweet skin as she nuzzled the baby’s neck, then settled her into her arms. “Oh, you’re so beautiful.” Emily made a contented sound. “She’s such a sweetheart, Amy.”
Amy smiled happily. “She is, isn’t she? The girls just adore her.”
Amy had a five-year-old daughter from her first marriage and Bryce’s two daughters from his first marriage were nine and ten, so she had her hands full.
“Speaking of the girls, where are they?”
“You forgot. Today’s the first day of school.”
“I did forget, and I even saw the school bus this morning.”
“Well, you’ve had lots of things on your mind.”
“So Calista started kindergarten today?”
Amy grinned. “Yes, and she was thrilled to be going to school like her big sisters.”
Calista had worshiped Susan and Stella from the very first day Amy had entered their lives, and in turn, they were crazy about her.
“She picked out her own outfit, too,” Amy said. By now the two women had settled onto the swing and were gently moving back and forth. Buttercup settled in her favorite loaf-of-bread position on top of the railing and watched them.
“What did she choose?”
“Green shorts and that white peasant blouse you bought her.”
Lorna grinned. “She has good taste.”
They continued to talk about the children, with Amy bringing Lorna up-to-date on the older girls’ doings.
“Emily’s asleep,” Amy observed a few minutes later.
Lorna looked down at the baby. She was so utterly precious, this little goddaughter of hers. Her tiny mouth was open, her breathing shallow and occasionally her eyelids fluttered. Lorna swallowed against the sudden lump in her throat.
As if she knew exactly what Lorna was thinking, Amy reached over and squeezed her arm.
Lorna willed herself to stay dry-eyed.
“I should be going,” Amy said. “You’re coming for dinner later, right?”
Lorna nodded.
“Are you still planning to leave for Houston sometime tomorrow?”
“Yes. The movers are delivering my things Friday, and I need to be there.”
Amy stood. “And the Baxters are moving in here on Monday?”
Mark Baxter was the newly hired sales manager at the plant, and he and his wife Leslie had purchased Lorna’s home. She’d been lucky to find a buyer so quickly, and she knew it. “Yes.” Lorna handed Amy the baby, who barely stirred. “They’re really nice, Amy. I think you’ll like them. In fact, I can see you and Leslie Baxter becoming good friends.”
Amy smiled sadly. “No one can take your place.”
“Or yours,” Lorna said softly.
After Amy left, it only took the movers another hour or so to finish loading all of Lorna’s belongings. Once they were gone, Lorna—followed by Buttercup—walked back inside to survey what was left to do. There wasn’t much, thank goodness. The only pieces of furniture that remained were ones Lorna didn’t have room for in the new house, and the Baxters had decided to buy. Everything else had either been disposed of before the movers arrived or had been loaded onto the truck for transport to Houston. Tomorrow morning Lorna had a cleaning service coming. After that, she would be free to leave.
Free to begin my new life.
Suddenly, the melancholy that had plagued her all day began to lift and Lorna smiled.
Everything really was going to be okay. She could feel it in her bones.
And who knew?
Maybe by this time next year, she would be well on her way to having the kind of life she’d dreamed of all along.
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