Mother In A Moment: Mother In A Moment / Millionaire's Instant Baby

He smiled. “Not everyone does,” he assured her. Then his eyes narrowed for a moment. “I keep thinking we’ve met.”

Darby’s face felt stiff. She raised her eyebrows, lifting her shoulder casually. “Don’t think so.” It was all she could do to push out the words.

“Well. Anyway. Thanks. Garrett, I’ll see you tomorrow. We’ve got that meeting with Zoning tomorrow.”

“Make sure Carmel’s got it on my schedule.”

Hayden nodded, then he left. Leaving Darby alone with Garrett.

She looked anywhere but at him. “Mr. Carson is pretty upset.”

“So it seems.” He paused for a moment. “I wasn’t sure you’d hang around after the judge kicked everyone out of the place,” he finally said. “I’m glad I was wrong.”

“Courtrooms,” she excused weakly. “Not my favorite place.”

“Nor mine. Spent too much time in ’em when I was the reigning delinquent of Fisher Falls.”

“You?” Her gaze drifted over him. In a charcoal-colored suit fitted across his wide shoulders, his lean face once again clean shaven, his springy black hair brushed back from his face, he looked the very picture of uprightness and responsibility.

“I had a liking for hotwiring cars,” he admitted.

Her jaw loosened. “You stole cars?”

“I…liberated them from a certain owner with frequent regularity.”

“Mr. Carson’s cars?”

His grin was slow and utterly wicked. “Pretty and smart,” he said. “Come on. Let’s get outta here.”

She kept her smile in place with an effort. Please, let the reporters be gone. “Carmel is probably tearing her hair out by now.”

“She’d be saying that no matter how well things went. Figures it’ll keep me feeling guilty. But I’m not ready to go home. I thought we’d go somewhere for lunch. You know. Somewhere that doesn’t involve finger foods and sipper cups. You game?”

She moistened her lips. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”

“We need to talk about the kids.”

“We don’t have to go to a restaurant to do that.”

“Humor me.”

It was a mistake. She knew it. But looking at him, all she could think about at that moment was the way he’d tipped back his head into the mud the other day and laughed. “Garrett—”

He nudged back the brim of her hat. “The Overlook,” he murmured. “They have a dessert menu there that’ll make you cry. And if not that, at least lick your lips.”

She felt her ears heat, realizing she had pretty well done just that as she’d watched his mouth form his words. “I don’t know. I hear it’s a pricey place.”

“I think I can swing it,” he said dryly.

She pressed her lips together, looking away. “I…all right. But we really shouldn’t be out long. It wouldn’t be fair to Carmel.”

He nodded once, satisfied, and pushed open the door for her to pass through. She was so distracted by the hand he tucked against the small of her back that she barely remembered to adjust her hat as she walked out into the corridor.

But she needn’t have worried, because the wide hallway was empty. The spectators, reporters included, had gone and for a moment she felt weak with relief.

Garrett jabbed the elevator button and looked at her. “You all right? You look a little shaky.”

She managed a smile. “I must be hungrier than I thought. Didn’t smell my coffee this morning.”

He didn’t look convinced, but the elevator doors slid open and Darby stepped into the nearly full car before he could comment. Lunch hour was obviously calling to the government workers who populated the top floors of the pillared building.

The occupants shifted, making room for Garrett’s tall body, and Darby found herself wedged into the corner. She swallowed and looked up at the lit display above the door.

They had only three floors to descend, but it might as well have been twelve for the way the elevator seemed to grind along. She could feel her chest tightening, her lungs struggling for breath. Knowing what was happening didn’t help her to prevent it. A screaming knot rose in her throat, welling, swelling upward—

The doors slid open, passengers erupting around her into the lobby.

“Come on.” Garrett’s arm closed around her shoulders. “Outside.”

Suddenly she was outside. Fresh air filled her lungs. She felt sunlight on her arms, heard laughter from a passing group of office workers heading down the steps to the street.

She was pressed against Garrett’s side, her nose buried in his shoulder. “Oh, God.” She pushed away, as far as his arms allowed. Embarrassment burned inside her. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. Let’s just get to the truck.” He guided her down the shallow steps. “Or maybe you’d rather walk. The Overlook isn’t that far from here.”

“Really? You wouldn’t mind walking?”

In answer, he shrugged off his suit jacket and slung it over his shoulder. “I’ve been known to put one foot in front of the other now and then.” He smiled faintly and took her arm, walking leisurely along the tree-lined sidewalk. “But don’t tell Carmel, or she’ll start refusing to fetch and carry for me.”

“I can’t imagine there is anything that Carmel would refuse you.”

“You haven’t seen our Monday-morning battles over who’s supposed to make the coffee.”

Darby managed a smile. He was deliberately trying to put her at ease. It was so utterly backward, and he didn’t even know it.

They walked on in silence. In and out of the shadows of the lacy leaves overhead. They crossed streets, left behind the business of the courthouse district, walking along a winding street that led gently upward. Past the park at the base of the waterfalls, past long, private drives that led to gracious older estates.

Estates like her aunt’s.

Like Caldwell Carson’s.

The road narrowed and Garrett moved to Darby’s left side, between her and the sporadic traffic. On the other side of her, a waist-high stone wall guarded the edge of the increasingly deep drop-off. Below, Fisher Falls lay like a sparkling jewel. Several yards ahead, she could see the discreet sign of The Overlook.

She ran her hand along the aging stone. “It is so beautiful here.”

“You make that sound like a bad thing.”

“Not bad,” she demurred. “Just hard to leave.”

“You’re planning on going somewhere?”

“Not if I can avoid it,” she admitted truthfully. “Didn’t you miss it when you left?” She lifted her hand, gesturing to the lush green beauty that surrounded them. “You must have. You came back.”

“I came back because Fisher Falls is on the verge of a construction boom. Business, Darby. That’s all it was.”

“Now you sound like my brother again.”

“What does he do?”

She shook her head slightly. “How do you know we’re on the verge of anything, much less a construction boom?”

“Trade secret.”

“In other words, you’re not going to tell me.”

“You tell me something about your brother, instead of avoiding it, and I’ll tell you about G&G.”

Darby stopped, pointing at the restaurant sign. “Well look at that. We’re here.”

Garrett wrapped his palm around her slender finger, feeling the little jerk she couldn’t hide. Darby no longer looked like she was going to pass out, but she was far from relaxed, despite the effort she’d been making to convince him otherwise. “You’re shivering.”

She looked up, above their heads. “We’re standing in the shade.”

“Don’t do that, Darby.”

She slid her hand out from his, her fingertips fluttering nervously to her throat. “I was just a little unnerved in the elevator. That’s all.” She tried to step around him toward the rustic-looking restaurant, but Garrett shifted, blocking the path.

“Unnerved. Seems a puny word to me. You got claustrophobic. You don’t have to hide it.”

“I’m not. I just…just— There were so many people inside the elevator. I…I was fine when we arrived, you know.”

He wouldn’t go quite that far, but it was true enough. She hadn’t been ready to climb out of her skin. “There were only a few people on the elevator when we took it up to the courtroom,” he allowed. “So it’s just overcrowded small places that get to you?”

Her cheeks were red, her eyes embarrassed. Evasive. “Something like that.”

Embarrassment he could understand, even though it wasn’t necessary. The evasiveness was another matter.

“Does it have anything to do with this?” He rubbed his thumb gently over her throat, and he felt her nervous swallow. “The injury to your vocal chords?”

“Why does it matter?”

“It still affects you.”

“So?”

He kept his patience with an effort. “So I’m interested in—”

Her eyes widened.

“—in your…welfare,” he finished, taking his hand from her smooth neck and pushing it into his pocket. Everyone was entitled to their privacy, he reminded himself. Wondering when the hell he’d forgotten it. “You’ve helped me out. I owe you.”

“No.” She shook her head, her expression growing even more pained. “You don’t owe me anything, Garrett. You really don’t.”

She might as well have posted Keep Away banners around herself. Unfortunately, Garrett couldn’t remember why he should be glad of that.

He looked at her mouth. What he did remember was the way she’d tasted. Of sunshine and cold water from the hose. Of smiles and laughter from kids who were hardly even old enough to know they had little reason to laugh.

“Well, I hope that doesn’t mean you’ve decided against lunch.” He lifted his chin toward the restaurant. “Now that you’ve made me hoof it all this way.”

“Made you—” Her mouth snapped shut. “You’re teasing me again,” she finally said.

“Maybe.”

She sighed noisily. But he could still see the twitch at the corner of her soft lips. “Why?” she asked tartly. “Why do you do that?”

He shrugged and nudged her toward the restaurant. “Because I’m beginning to think you have had as few smiles in your life as I’ve had in mine.”

Chapter Nine

Darby shook her head when the waiter offered her coffee and watched him fill Garrett’s ivory cup. “I don’t know how you can just sit there so relaxed when Mayor Carson is right across this very dining room glaring at us.”

“His presence is bugging you a hell of a lot more ’n it’s bugging me.”

“Obviously.”

The corner of Garrett’s mobile mouth twitched. “But it does show that this town ain’t big enough for the two of us,” he added.

She twisted the linen napkin in her lap another knot or two. The small table she and Garrett shared was next to the window, and she shifted the last available inch to look outside. The mayor had come into the restaurant after Darby and Garrett had already been served. “I’ve always hated being watched.” She shifted again, uncomfortable.

“Then you should walk around with a bag over your head,” he suggested.

Pleasure darted guiltily through her. Three months ago she’d hacked off her waist-length hair with sewing shears and begun dressing in the most bland clothing imaginable. She’d wanted nothing to connect her to the woman she’d been. The woman who wore only vibrant, couturier clothing because her father expected it was no more.

“You said you wanted to talk about the kids,” she reminded them both. “That was the whole point of this lunch. Wasn’t it?”

“Which you ate very little of,” Garrett pointed out.

“It was enormous.” She’d dutifully poked and prodded at the elaborate mound of chicken and lettuce and fifty other ingredients because Garrett expected her to, not because she’d had any real appetite. The day’s activities had taken care of that. “The children…?”

Garrett’s large hand eclipsed the delicate china coffee cup as he lowered it to the saucer. “You heard the judge,” he said as he signed the credit slip and pocketed his gold credit card. “He’s not happy at all that I’m single. That I show none of the makings of a ‘family’ man.

“My only edge over Caldwell is that I’m not old enough to be their grandfather. I’ve only been awarded temporary custody. Six weeks to prove—or disprove, as Caldwell over there obviously hopes—my suitability as a guardian.”

“I don’t think that’s necessarily a bad thing.”

His lips twisted. “So you think I’m a bad bet, too.”

“I didn’t say that. Garrett, honestly, I don’t think that at all.” Stunned, she sat forward, pressing her hand over his. “Do you?”

He was looking at her hand on his. Which made her look at her hand on his. Swallowing, she sat back in her chair, pressing both her hands against the twisted cloth in her lap. “Do you?” she asked again.

“I didn’t plan to be in Fisher Falls that long,” he said instead of answering.

“Oh.” She wasn’t sure where the flood of disappointment came from, but she knew she didn’t like it. “I didn’t realize. I, um, I thought you’d moved here. You know, permanently. To run that construction company.”

“I own that construction company. And I’m only here to get things up and running. Once that’s underway, I’m gone, leaving one extremely competent team behind.”

“Own?” She blinked. “Well. Don’t I feel the fool.”

“Why?”

“Ah…because. I didn’t know.”

“We could feast on all the information we don’t know about each other.” He stood. “I asked the hostess to call us a taxi. I imagine it’s here by now. You ready?”

Her stomach clutched a little. She dropped her napkin on the table and rose. He took her elbow, and she started.

“I thought you’d relaxed over the lunch you didn’t eat.” He guided her through the dining room toward the entrance.

It was only because she was no longer accustomed to a man escorting her around, she told herself. Not because it was Garrett’s hand on her arm. “I did relax. And I did eat. I just didn’t eat as much as you.”

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