Surprise: Outback Proposal. Sarah Mayberry
know, I’d better get going with all of this.” She gestured toward the trolley she’d filled with her supplies for the day.
Dom frowned as he noted several large boxes and bags of produce in her order.
“I’ll give you a hand,” he said, stepping forward.
“It’s okay. I’ve got a hydraulic tailgate in the back of the van,” she explained.
“Right.” He rocked back on his heels.
She was nothing to him, a neighborhood acquaintance and now a customer, but he hated the idea of her lugging groceries around all day when she was four months pregnant.
She laughed, obviously interpreting the look on his face.
“Italian men,” she said, shaking her head. “Honestly, I’m fine. I wouldn’t do anything to put my baby in danger.”
She curved her hand possessively over her bump, and he felt that tight feeling in his gut again.
Forget it, buddy. Forget her. It’s over.
“Okay. If you’re sure,” he said.
“I’m sure. I’ll see you tomorrow. You, too, Mr. Bianco.”
She smiled once more before pushing her trolley up the aisle.
He wasn’t aware that he was staring after her until his father came and stood next to him.
“Beautiful girl.”
Dom forced a casual shrug. Beautiful, married and pregnant. Not exactly a winning combination.
“Yeah, she’s nice,” he said.
He turned back toward the stand. Ridiculous to feel as though he’d just lost something valuable. For all he knew, she was a ball-breaking shrew with bad breath and a worse temper. There was nothing for him to mourn, no loss had occurred. They barely even knew each other.
He was so absorbed in trying to look busy that he almost missed his father’s next words.
“Such a shame. Her mother very worried, I hear.”
“Worried? Why?” Dom asked. Then his mind jumped to the obvious. “Is there something wrong with the baby?”
He knew what it was like to hope each month for good news, only to learn that once again all the wonders of modern medicine could not make up for the failures of nature. For four years he and Dani had tried in vain to have a baby. He could only imagine how wrenching it would be to have all the joy of finding out you were pregnant, only to learn there was something wrong with your child.
“Something wrong with the baby? How would I know?” his father asked, giving him a look.
Dom returned it in full measure.
“You’re the one who said her mother’s worried. What’s she worried about if it’s not the baby?”
Tony rolled his eyes, then held up his left hand, pointing to his own well-worn wedding ring.
“No husband. Lousy no-good left Lucy for other woman,” he said. He looked like he wanted to spit, the notion offended him so much. “Poor Lucy, she left with business and bambino all on her own.”
Dom stared at his father.
“She’s not married?” he asked, just in case his ears were deceiving him, feeding him what he wanted to hear.
“Didn’t I just say that?” his father asked. Muttering to himself in Italian, he strode off to serve the customer hovering nearby.
Dom stared blankly into space for a few long seconds.
Not married.
Single, in fact.
A smile curved his lips. He even turned on his heel, ready to race after her and ask her out.
He stopped before he’d taken a step.
She was pregnant.
Four months pregnant with another man’s child.
Not exactly your typical dating situation.
“Hey, Dom, those arms of yours painted on?” his uncle Vinnie called from the other end of the stall.
Dom blinked. A queue of customers had formed in front of him, waiting to be served.
Right. He was at work. There was stuff to do. He could think about Lucy Basso later.
It was a great theory, but he found it impossible to stop himself from thinking about her as the morning progressed. The flash of a red coat glimpsed briefly through the crowd. The sight of a woman pushing a baby stroller. A young couple walking hand in hand, both glowing with obvious contentment over her big, swollen belly. Everything seemed to remind him of her. She’d rocketed from being a vague incentive to come home to the most important thing on his agenda in the space of a few minutes.
Why was that? Because of the profound disappointment he’d felt when he’d thought she was married, lost to him for good?
Man, she’s pregnant, he reminded himself for the twentieth time that day.
But did that really matter? Really?
THAT NIGHT, Lucy sat with her laptop at her dining table and stared at the number at the bottom of her monthly spreadsheet. It wasn’t abysmal. It was almost respectable, considering her business, Market Fresh, had been in operation just over twelve months. But would it be enough to impress the man at the bank tomorrow?
Market Fresh had seemed like such a great idea when she came up with it two years ago. She’d been working as hostess in a busy suburban restaurant and listening to the chef’s constant complaints. He didn’t have time to get into the city markets every day to pick produce for himself, and he was perpetually disappointed in what he could source locally. Because she lived close to the city, Lucy had offered to stop by the markets on the way into work each day and fill his shopping list. The restaurant paid her for her time, and she selected the best produce at the best prices, going straight to the wholesaler rather than allowing a retailer to act as the middleman.
The chef had been so impressed with what she’d brought back and how much money she’d saved him, he’d bragged about it to his chef friends. Before long, Lucy had two, then three, then four shopping lists to fill each day. After a while, she realized that she’d accidentally discovered a niche in the market, and Market Fresh was born.
She did her homework for a whole year before jumping in. She took some small-business courses, and she went through the sums over and over with her sister. Finally, she leased the van and pitched herself to her former employer and his friends. After a few ups and downs, the business was now holding its own.
Except she’d reached a difficult stage in her company’s growth. She needed more clients, but she couldn’t afford to put on an extra driver to service them until she had more money coming in. Also, she needed to up her game to ensure she retained her existing clients. The answer to all her problems was obvious but expensive: the Internet. Ever since she’d found out she was pregnant, Lucy had been exploring the idea of taking Market Fresh online. With a Web site, she could deliver a real-time list of available produce to her clients each day and receive and collate their orders automatically. She already knew from discussions she’d had with several of her key clients that they were attracted to the convenience of the idea. She was confident that new clients would be equally drawn.
She just had to find the money to get online. Hence her appointment with the bank tomorrow.
Lucy rubbed her belly. She hated the thought of taking on more debt. She already made lease payments on the van, and while she was keeping her head above water, it would take the loss of only a few clients or a hike in fuel costs to put her in the red again. She didn’t want to risk that, not with the baby on the way.
But she also wanted to ensure her child’s future. Build something that would keep them both safe