The Christmas Proposition. Cindy Kirk
tongue swept across her lips and she’d just opened her mouth to him when the door Derek had kicked shut flew open.
“The sloppy joes are—” Mary Karen stopped.
Rachel jerked out of Derek’s arms.
“Derek came to get his cell phone.” Her heart pounded and her breath came out in little puffs. “We got to talking and lost track of time.”
A smile tugged at the corners of Mary Karen’s lips. “I can have Lexi help me make the sloppy joes if you and Derek want to … talk some more.”
Rachel kept her eyes focused on Mary Karen, trying to ignore the testosterone coming off Derek in waves. “We’re done … talking.”
“Sure you wouldn’t rather stay here?” An impish smile lifted Mary Karen’s lips. “You didn’t look ready to conclude your conversation.”
In that moment Rachel could see why David Wahl had accused his sister of making his life a living hell when they were growing up.
“I should get back and see how the game is going.” Derek’s gaze lingered on Rachel for several heartbeats before he finally left.
Mary Karen showed great restraint in remaining silent until Derek was out of earshot before she squealed, “Ohmigod, you were practically doing it with the sexiest man in the major leagues.”
“He’s no longer playing ball.” Rachel smoothed her hair with fingers that trembled slightly. “And may I point out, we were merely kissing.”
“And may I point out that given a few minutes more, your clothes would have been on the floor.”
Never. Kissing another man was bad enough. Making love would be unforgivable. Rachel crossed her arms. “You’re wrong. I would never betray Tom like that.”
Mary Karen’s teasing smile faded. She placed a hand on Rachel’s arm. “Honey, Tom is gone. You’re still alive.”
Rachel blinked back tears, appalled that not only had she kissed Derek, but she’d also liked it.
Mary Karen moved close, her blue eyes serious. “You deserve some happiness and I think this man may just be the one to give it to you. Think of him … as an early Christmas present. Unwrap him. Play with him. But most of all enjoy him. Something tells me he could give you some very pleasant memories.”
Although Rachel had no doubt of that, she wasn’t even tempted. Okay, maybe just a little. But while she liked Derek, her heart belonged to Tom. That was why this was one present that was going to stay wrapped.
Chapter Four
Mickie leaned back against the overstuffed sofa with a contented sigh. If Rachel hadn’t agreed to take her in, she’d be spending the holidays in a group home. Instead she was here, surrounded by new friends.
She liked Mary Karen’s house. Everything about it felt like a home. From the skinny Christmas tree decorated with strings of popcorn and dried cranberries to the tiny toy cars and plastic soldiers on the floor. When Mickie had first walked through the door she’d been a little scared. But then Addie, Lexi’s daughter, had arrived with her family. They’d become instant friends.
“How long will you be staying with Rachel?” eight-year-old Addie asked.
“Until New Year’s Day.” Although she and Addie had lost interest in the movie after the first five minutes, the twins were still watching the DVD, so Mickie kept her voice low.
“That soon?” Addie’s face fell. “I wish you were staying longer.”
A familiar tightness gripped Mickie’s heart. “I wish I could, too. Rachel is super nice.”
In many ways the nurse reminded Mickie of her mother. Although she couldn’t recall her mother’s face, she remembered how she’d felt when her mom was alive. Safe. Loved. She felt that same way when she was with Rachel.
Addie twirled a strand of dark hair around her finger. “Maybe she could adopt you. Then you could stay.”
As much as Mickie wished and prayed that would happen, it didn’t seem likely. “Rachel said she’d like to keep me, but she works at the hospital and she’s always gone.”
“My mom works at the hospital,” Addie said, a puzzled look on her face. “Up until she married Nick she had two jobs.”
“Then it’s an excuse.” Tears pushed against the back of Mickie’s lids. “She probably doesn’t want me and is just saying she doesn’t have enough time.”
“Or maybe …” Addie’s amber eyes lit up like a Christmas tree “… she thinks you need both a mom and a dad.”
Mickie chewed on her lower lip. Rachel had told her more than once that she was sure there was a mommy and daddy out there for her somewhere. She hadn’t just said a mommy. She’d said a mommy and a daddy. “You may be right. But while I’d like a dad, I really want Rachel to be my mom.”
Addie’s brows furrowed. “We have to find her a husband, like Nick. Only she can’t have Nick because my mommy loves him. I love him, too.”
Mickie fought back a pang of envy. “Rachel doesn’t even have a boyfriend. And I’m leaving in three weeks.”
“That’s plenty of time,” Addie said with a sureness that buoyed Mickie’s spirits. “When my mommy met my stepdad, it only took a few days for them to be in love.”
“Really?” If it took Addie’s mother only a few days, surely Rachel could find someone in three weeks.
Addie’s eyes took on a determined gleam. “We have to find a man who doesn’t already have a wife. And he has to think Rachel is pretty. It won’t work otherwise.”
“Once we find this guy, how do we get them together?” Mickie felt silly asking a third-grader such grown-up stuff, but for being only eight, Addie knew an awful lot. Especially about moms and dads.
“You’ve got to get them to kiss.” Addie picked up her Barbie and Ken dolls and pressed their faces together. “Like this.”
“I saw Rachel kissing a guy in my mom’s bedroom tonight,” Connor said, not taking his eyes off the television screen.
Mickie was about to tell him he shouldn’t be listening to a private conversation when the words registered. “Who was she kissing?”
“Was it Travis?” Addie asked, eyes full of excitement.
“Naw,” Connor said, still not looking their way. “The new guy.”
“That has to be Mr. Rossi,” Mickie said. “He’s really nice. Rachel and I went out for pizza with him once.”
Addie dropped Barbie and Ken to the sofa, her eyes wide. “They’ve already been on a date?”
Mickie found Addie’s excitement contagious. “I guess they have. And if they’ve already kissed …”
“I saw them,” Connor said loudly.
“Connor sees everything,” Addie said and Mickie could hear the admiration in her tone. Oh, yeah, Addie knew a lot.
“So what’s the next step?” Mickie asked.
“They have to be together so they can do more kissing,” Addie said. “Being together is veeeery important.”
“That might be a problem.” Mickie’s heart sank. “Until tonight Rachel hasn’t seen Mr. Rossi since last Saturday.”
“You have to figure out a way,” Addie said. “Otherwise they’re not going to fall in love and you won’t be able to stay here.”
Mickie had tried being good and not asking for much because she’d wanted Rachel to like and hopefully keep her.