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Five

Lilli’s hands were shaking as she turned onto Max’s street Saturday after working at the free dental clinic. She’d been so careful at work lately, always making sure to have someone walk her to her car. Afterward, she’d stopped to visit Devon Jones, one of the hospice workers who had helped her mother during her last days. Devon was now caring for his own father during the end stages of a long illness.

After she’d left, she’d noticed a black car in her rearview mirror. Even after making a few turns, the car remained behind her. She became so nervous that she’d taken some wrong turns and had got lost.

Glancing over her shoulder as she pulled into the driveway, she shook her head. Surely they wouldn’t follow her all the way to Max’s house. Biting her lip, she grabbed her purse and rushed into the house, leaning against the door as she closed it, and took a deep breath. She closed her eyes for a moment to calm herself. When she opened them, Max was five feet away from her, pinning her with a searching gaze.

“And you look like you’ve had some excitement,” he said. “Anything you want to tell me?”

She tried to shrug, but shivered instead. Despite the way he’d left her feeling last night, she couldn’t deny feeling ten times safer in his presence. “Not right now,” she said and headed for the kitchen. “Water sounds good.”

Her heart still racing, she took another deep breath and put her hand to her chest.

“Lilli,” he said from behind her and she thought she heard a note of concern in his voice. Hallucinating, she told herself. “Are you okay?”

“I will be,” she insisted, getting a glass and filling it with filtered water from the refrigerator.

He moved in front of her and studied her. “Where have you been?”

“Work, well, not really work,” she corrected.

“Your office isn’t open on Saturday,” he said, his expression growing suspicious.

“That’s right. But we volunteer for the free clinic downtown. I filled in for one of the other hygienists.”

“Downtown? Where?” he asked, clearly not pleased.

She winced. She had expected he wouldn’t approve of her driving downtown by herself, but no one had bothered her for days.

She told him the address and his mouth tightened. “Afterward, I stopped by to check on a hospice assistant who worked with my mother.” She shook her head. “Poor Devon. His own father is dying now.”

“Devon? What did this guy want? Did he ask you for anything?”

“No, but if he did, I would try to help him. He helped my mother and I during a very difficult time.”

“This is what I warned you about. You need to be careful because people will come out of the woodwork playing on your sympathy and asking for help.”

“That hasn’t happened,” she said, folding her arms over her chest.

“Then what happened to make you so upset? Did one of Tony’s buddies show up?”

“Aside from getting lost, the only thing I can tell you is that someone in a black Mercedes followed me most of the way home.”

He swore under his breath. “That’s it. You’re quitting.”

She gaped at him. “Quitting?”

“It’s the only rational thing to do. Each day that passes I learn more about how deeply Tony was in trouble. You can stay here until the baby is born and you’re ready to move and say goodbye to your contacts here. I’ve told you before. You need to be on guard in every way. People will try to take advantage of you.”

She shook her head. “I can’t quit. I need the income for the baby. As you said, babies aren’t cheap.”

“Money won’t be a concern after you sign the agreement.”

She supposed she should have been intimidated by him and part of her was, but she refused to give in to it. “I’m not signing that stupid agreement and I’m not taking your money.”

“You would turn down a good life for your child in exchange for pride.”

She scowled at him. “That was low. The point is that I’m not giving control of my child to you or anyone else. I don’t know you well enough. You may give the impression of being very responsible, but at the same time you’re bitter, cynical and a workaholic. I want my butter bean to be happy. You may be loaded, but you don’t seem very happy.”

“Butter bean?” he repeated.

“Yes, butter bean. An affectionate nickname. Something you wouldn’t understand.”

Exasperation crossed his handsome face. “Most women would kill to have the equivalent of an extended vacation here, but you’re fighting it every inch of the way. Have you always been this disagreeable?”

“I think you just bring it out in me,” she said.

“Do you have a will?”

“Yes, I do,” she said.

“Have you chosen a guardian for you child?”

She resisted the urge to squirm. “I’m working on it.”

“Why don’t you name me the guardian?” he demanded.

She bit her lip. “Because you don’t smile enough.” As soon as she blurted out her answer, she knew it sounded a little crazy. “I think kids need smiles and lots of hugs.”

He moved toward her. “I think you trust me more than you admit.”

Her heart flipped. Maybe she did. There was something so solid about him. “I trust you to be rational, but some decisions should be more emotional.”

He lifted an eyebrow. “Are you saying your emotional decisions have turned out well?”

“Not all, obviously,” she said. “But it was at least partly an emotional decision for me to take a leave of absence from work to take care of my mother during her last months. I wouldn’t trade anything for the time I had with her, because I won’t have a chance for that again.”

A trace of sympathy softened his hard gaze.

“If you were my son’s guardian, what would you do if you had to choose between attending an important business meeting or going to his T-ball game?” She shrugged. “I’m going to make a wild guess and say you’d choose the former because it would be the more rational decision.”

“You make a good point, but most parents have to balance career and children’s needs. There’s no reason I couldn’t learn to do the same thing.”

She crossed her arms over her chest. “How would you do that?”

He looked surprised that she would question him. “Why do I feel as if I’m being interviewed for a position?”

She nodded. “Maybe you are,” she said. “You’ve pretty much asked, no, demanded to be the baby’s guardian in case of my death or path to self-destruction. If someone asked you to give them the most important job in the world, wouldn’t you interview them? Probably conduct a background search. Ask for references.”

He gave an incredulous laugh, his teeth gleaming brightly in contrast to his tanned skin. “I don’t know whether to be offended or—” A cell phone rang and his smile fell. He pulled the phone from his pocket and checked the number. “Excuse me,” he murmured. “Yes, Rena?” He paused and shook his head. “I’ve sent a donation for the event tonight, but won’t be attending.” He listened for a moment. “I’m sorry they’ll be disappointed. Hopefully the money I sent will soothe some of their pain. Okay. Have a good day.”

He turned off the phone and turned back to Lilli. “Sorry that was my cousin Rena. She thinks I’m a recluse and she’s determined to get me more socially involved.”

“But you don’t want to,” Lilli included.

“This will be a boring chicken dinner with a silent auction afterward. I get enough social involvement at work. And I’m not stingy with my donations.”

“But maybe Rena thinks that more people would be more generous with their contributions if they actually saw you show up at the charitable functions sometimes. You would be a good example,” she said.

“Maybe,” he said, clearly not convinced. “Do you know how painful these things can be?”

“Probably not,” she said. “But it’s not like you’re making a lifetime commitment.”

He sighed and met her gaze. “Okay, I’ll tell you what. I’ll go to the fund-raiser for the children’s wing of the hospital if you’ll go with me.”

“Me?” she said, shocked. “But I’m pregnant.”

“Does that mean you’re disabled?”

“No, but—” she shook her head “—why would you want me to go? You’re bound to have a dozen other women on the line who would want to go with you.”

“Meaning you wouldn’t,” he said in a dry, amused tone.

“I didn’t say that,” he said. “What about Kiki?”

“I didn’t invite Kiki,” he said. “I invited you.”

Her heart sped up. She cleared her throat. “I don’t have anything to wear.”

“I can have someone take care of that within an hour.”

He was shredding her protests more effectively than a paper shredder. She stared at him, her mind spinning.

“Think of it as an opportunity to continue your interview,” he said, as if he weren’t at all worried that he would meet and exceed her expectations.

Must be nice to have that kind of confidence, she thought. “This is crazy. I can’t believe you want to take me to this kind of event. Aren’t you concerned about the gossip?”

“With my father, his mistress and my brother, I’ve been dealing with gossip most of my life. This will be a cakewalk.”

Lilli took a shower and as she was fixing her hair, a knock sounded on her door. She opened it to Max’s housekeeper, Myrtle, who held a large box. “For you,” the older woman with iron-gray hair said and carried the box to the bed.

“Already?” Lilli asked, glancing at the clock. When Max said an hour, he meant an hour. “Thank you very much, Myrtle,” she said, opening the box and pushing aside layers of tissue paper. “Omigoodness, this is beautiful. Did you see it?” she asked the chief housekeeper. She held up the black gown with the fitted bodice and deep V-neck. Just under the bustline dotted with tiny embroidered pink flowers, the remainder of the dress fell in a swirl of silk.

The woman nodded. “It’s beautiful. Perfect for you. Mr. De Luca is always very generous.”

“Yes, he is, isn’t he?” She looked in vain for a price tag, wishing she could reimburse him for the dress. “Do you think he would let me pay him—”

Before she even finished, Myrtle shook her head. “Never,” she said.

Sighing, she met Myrtle’s gaze. “I don’t want to be on the long list of people who sponge off of him.”

Myrtle gave a slight smile that softened her usual stern expression. “You will have a difficult time outgiving Mr. De Luca.”

Lilli frowned thoughtfully. “How long have you worked for Mr. De Luca?”

“Six years. One of those years, my husband was ill and he allowed me extra time off with pay. I’ll always be grateful to him for that.”

“I don’t know how to ask this, but does Mr. De Luca have any real friends?”

“Very few,” Myrtle said. “He keeps very busy with his company and socializes very little. And there are his godchildren.”

Lilli blinked. “Godchildren? I didn’t know he was a godfather.”

“With such wealth, he’s a natural choice. I should go,” she said. “You’ll look beautiful in your dress. Mr. De Luca would want you to enjoy it.”

“Just on more thing,” Lilli said as the woman headed for the door. “When is Mr. De Luca’s birthday?”

“Next month, the fifth,” she said. “But he never celebrates it.”

Lilli’s mind immediately flew with possibilities. He never celebrates it. Well, maybe this year should be different. And he was a godfather? Who would have guessed? Sheesh, she should talk to Myrtle more often.

She glanced at the clock again and felt a kick of nerves. She would think about that later. Now she needed to get ready for the charity dinner. She wanted the rest of her to measure up to that beautiful dress.

It occurred to Lilli that perhaps she could have used a team of hairstylists and consultants to get her up to snuff for this event. Instead she would need to rely on the cosmetic tips she’d gleaned from the last fashion magazine she’d read and that had been two or three months ago.

One hour and ten minutes later, Max checked his watch again and wondered if he should sit down and review some reports while he waited for Lilli. Just as he headed for his downstairs office, she appeared at the top of the stairs. He stared for a long moment as she descended the steps. Her blond hair flowing in loose spiral curls to her shoulders and fair skin made her look like an angel. The cut of her black halter dress dipped into a deep V that drew his gaze to her breasts, and the way the fabric bonded lovingly to her curves made him hard.

Her pregnancy was obvious. The dress made no attempt to hide it. He wondered why he was so attracted to this woman. It made no sense at all, especially knowing the baby she carried belonged to his dead brother.

He clenched his teeth and nodded. “You look lovely.”

“Thank you,” she said with a smile. “So do you.”

His lips twitched. He chuckled. “Thanks.” He extended his elbow. “Ready?”

“As ever,” she murmured and slid her arm through his. “You can still back out if you want. I mean, unless you’ve changed your mind about having me tag along.”

“Not a chance,” he said, guiding her through the doorway. “You’re not backing out, are you?”

She shot him a sideways glance. “Not a chance. It’s not as if I’m ever going to see these people again.”

“You never know,” he said, escorting her to the luxury sedan parked out front. He opened the car door for her. “You may enjoy yourself.”

“I just hope the food is good. If it’s not, we can always stop for a cheeseburger with everything on the way home.”

He just grinned and got into the car. Adjusting the sound system to play an operatic aria, he noticed Lilli began to fidget after a few minutes. “Problem?” he asked.

“No, no, not really,” she said, pushing her hair behind her shoulder as she moved her foot in a staccato beat at odds with the aria. He heard the soft jangle of her anklet with every movement. It was difficult to keep his gaze from straying to her sexy legs.

“Are you sure there’s nothing wrong?” he asked.

“Do you know what she’s saying?” she asked, pointing toward the CD player.

“It’s from a German opera by Mozart called The Magic Flute. I didn’t study much German, but if I remember correctly, she’s saying something along the lines of ‘The vengeance of hell boils in my heart. Death and despair flame about me.’”

“Cheerful little ditty, huh,” she said. “That’s why I’m not crazy about opera. Someone is usually pissed off, plotting to kill someone or getting killed.”

“True. But some are more upbeat than others. I’ll have to take you sometime,” he said, amused at the image of sharing such an experience with Lilli. “Have you thought about what kind of music is good for the baby’s development?”

She nodded vigorously. “I want him to enjoy a variety of music, so I play instrumental Mozart for him. Based on what you just told me about the translation to that aria, I think I’ll skip most opera for a while. I’ve also already started him on the Baby Einstein series.”

“You’ve done some research,” he said and felt the weight of her gaze on him.

“You sound surprised.”

“Maybe I was,” he admitted. “Since this pregnancy was unplanned—”

“Doesn’t mean I’m not going to be informed. I’ve signed up to take an infant care class in a couple of weeks, and I’ve been researching pediatricians. Since I’ve changed where I’m living, I may need to do some additional research.”

“I can get you the best pediatrician in Las Vegas anytime you want,” he said finally, determined that Lilli and his nephew would have no less. “What kind of preschool you want him to attend?”

“I’m leaning toward a Montessori school but they can be expensive, so I’ll have to see.”

“Money won’t be an issue—”

“As long as I sign your agreement, which I won’t,” she said.

“Yet,” he corrected, feeling a twist of impatience. He’d made sure he didn’t do anything that would cause his character to be called into question. Not after his father. “You can change your mind after you know me better.”

“Maybe,” she conceded. “But I still don’t like the idea of signing my butter bean over to anyone.”

“It’s the job of a parent to make sure the child is taken care of in the event of the parent’s death.”

“I know.”

A swollen silence followed, and he sensed she was thinking about things that made her sad. His gut twisted. He couldn’t explain it, but he didn’t want Lilli sad, so he changed the subject. “You didn’t say anything about sports. The De Lucas are naturally athletic, good with any competitive sports. I could teach him soccer, tennis, basketball.”

“That’s nice, but the important question is can you play peekaboo?”

Max blinked and glanced at her. From the glow of the dashboard, her eyes gleamed with a combination of innocence and sensuality. “Peekaboo?”

She nodded. “Yes, and how good are you at giving hugs and pats on the back? A kid needs hugs and pats on the back more than soccer.”

Max digested her comments for a long moment. “You think I may not be affectionate enough.”

“I didn’t actually say that.”

“But you thought it.”

She opened her mouth then closed it. “I think a child needs someone who means safety and security, home. That person will love you whether you make the goal or not. That person will teach you how to take a bad day and make it better. I think a child needs compassion.”

He pulled in front of the resort where the event was being hosted. “We’ll continue this discussion later.”

“Okay,” she said and lifted her mouth in a sexy smile. “Are you ready for your grand entrance?”

He looked at her for a long moment, unable to tear his gaze away from her. With her sunbeam hair and eyes full of life, she literally sparkled. She took his breath away. “Sweetheart, they’re not going to be looking at me,” he said, and gave his keys to the valet.