From Fortune To Family Man. Judy DuarteЧитать онлайн книгу.

       Chapter Three

      Dana hadn’t planned to visit Kieran and Rosie until the weekend, but less than twenty-four hours after running into him at the hospital, she changed her mind.

      He’d admitted to being nervous and uneasy about his ability to fill Zach’s shoes. In spite of the assurance he’d given Sandy, Dana suspected that he wasn’t feeling nearly as comfortable taking care of a three-year-old as he might want everyone to believe.

      So after putting in a full day at the history center, she drove across town to the high-rise building in which Kieran lived. She and Zach had once attended a party here, where they’d hobnobbed with socialites, techies and corporate types.

      They’d moved about the well-dressed group, holding their drinks in hand and making small talk. Zach might have appeared to be a simple cowboy, but his wit, humor and charm had carried him through the evening, and he’d fit right in. Not so with Dana.

      Sure, everyone had been kind and gracious to her, even when the only things she could think to say had to do with a new exhibit at the history center. She’d smiled and nodded, as if all was right in her world, but she’d felt lost, like a street urchin on the snowy lanes of eighteenth-century London.

      Okay, so it really wasn’t that bad. But she’d felt out of place among the rich and successful crowd.

      And now, after parking across the street in the public lot next to a busy Starbucks, she began to have second thoughts about her surprise visit.

      What had she been thinking? She shouldn’t just drop in uninvited. Maybe she should head to the popular coffee spot instead. She could purchase a venti green tea and call it a day.

      Then again, Kieran had said to come “anytime.” She sat in her parked car, pondering her options.

      What if he wasn’t home?

      Maybe she should give him a call. She reached into her purse, pulled out the business card he’d given her yesterday and read the personal contact information he’d written on the backside. Then she dialed his cell.

      He answered on the third ring, although his voice sounded a little...tired. Or was he stressed?

      “Are you up for a visitor?” she asked.

      “If the visitor is you—and if you’re talking about coming over now—I wouldn’t mind a bit.”

      “Actually, I’m standing outside your building.”

      “Then come on up. I’m on the tenth floor, number 1014. My condo is on the east side, just to the left of the elevator doors.”

      “All right. I’ll see you in a few minutes.” She grabbed her purse and locked the car. Rather than jaywalk, she strode to the corner, waited for the green light and crossed the street to the impressive, curved building of glass and steel.

      The doorman, a dapper, uniformed gentleman in his mid to late fifties, stood at the entrance. He must have been expecting her because he knew her name and greeted her with a smile. “Good afternoon, Ms. Trevino. Mr. Fortune said to send you right up.”

      She thanked him, then headed to the elevators. Once inside, a flutter started in her stomach and continued to build on the ride up to Kieran’s luxury condominium, reaching a peak by the time she rang the bell.

      The door swung open almost immediately, but when she caught a look at the handsome man, who appeared more than a little haggard, her momentary nervousness dissipated.

      His mussed hair suggested that he’d just woken up from a long winter’s nap, although she suspected he’d been raking his fingers through it more often than usual. He wore a black T-shirt and a pair of gray gym shorts, but she doubted he’d been working out. At least, not in the usual way. And even though his current appearance wasn’t the least bit stylish, nor was he as impeccably put together as she was used to seeing him, it didn’t make him any less attractive.

      “I’m glad you’re here.” He stepped aside for her to enter. “Come on in.”

      She might have complied, but it looked as if an entire toy store had exploded in his living room. In fact, there was so much clutter on the floor she could hardly take a step for fear of tripping over something.

      “What’s all this?” she asked.

      “Stuff I bought for Rosie.”

      Dana surveyed the results of his shopping spree—a blue-and-white doll house, a tiny pink kitchen setup along with plastic food items and a little red shopping cart. Puzzle pieces, crayons, books and a variety of stuffed animals littered the room.

      Five different dolls of various hair color, skin tone and sizes were lined up on his dark leather sofa, each with a pink teacup in her lap.

      “Where’s Rosie?” Dana asked. “Or is she somehow lost in this mess?”

      “She’s been running on full throttle all day and finally went to sleep five minutes ago. But I have to tell you, I probably need a nap more than she does.”

      Dana furrowed her brow. It was after five o’clock. “Why’d you put her down for a nap this late in the day?”

      “I didn’t plan it that way. Every time I asked if she was sleepy, she told me no. Finally, she crashed on her own. I found her curled up on the floor in the guest room, next to her new toy box. I was afraid she’d wake up, so I covered her with a blanket and left her there.”

      Dana had no idea what to say. Kieran had admitted that he didn’t know anything about kids, and she’d had no reason to doubt him. But she’d never expected anything like this, and she couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity.

      “What’s so funny?” he asked.

      “Nothing.” At least, not anything she wanted to actually say out loud. Poor Kieran looked as though he was ready to drop in his tracks, too. “Apparently, you’ve had a busy day.”

      He rolled his eyes. “You have no idea.”

      Dana continued to scan the room, just now noticing a pink motorized kiddie car parked in the dining area. Seriously? Kieran had purchased a big, outdoor plaything like that when he didn’t even have a yard?

      “This is mind-boggling,” she said. “What’d you do? Take Rosie shopping and let her have free rein with your credit card?”

      “No, I picked this out myself, along with some new clothes for her and a toddler bed. That’s all in the guest room, which is where she’ll sleep while she’s here.”

      Apparently, Kieran had accepted the fact that Rosie’s stay might not be temporary after all. “Did you purchase all of this today?”

      “No, I bought it yesterday, before I picked her up from the sitter. I asked Karen, my assistant, to suggest a place I could find everything she might need, like toys, clothes and furniture. And Karen suggested Kids’ World, which is supposed to be a popular place for parents to shop. I was able to get it all taken care of in less than an hour. The delivery guys brought it this morning.”

      “Talk about one-stop shopping.”

      “Yeah, that was the idea. I didn’t have much time to get everything Rosie is going to need.”

      Children needed more than just toys and games. The most important thing