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“Don’t go after her.” A smile wreathed his Dad’s face.
“Why not?”
“She’s very much like me and your father and I had some very famous arguments.” Michelle told him with a laugh. “He tried that high-handed crap with me several times and realized it only made me dig my heels in even more.”
“Then what the hell do I do?”
“She’s going to go to her place and pace and fume and damn you to hell.” Michelle told him with a smile. “Give her the rest of the day to cool off and then go back there tonight.”
“Oh, I intend to.” Brady rubbed the back of his neck wearily. “I messed up. It’s just she’s so aggravating.”
“And you are trying to fast-track things.” Michelle nodded in understanding. Reaching over, she took Sylvan’s hand in hers. He looked at her, his expression tender. “We know what you mean and what you’re trying to do.” She turned to look at the handsome young man fondly.
“But you’re going to have to slow things down. Macayla has a stubborn streak a mile wide and she’s used to doing things her way.”
“That has to change. She’s no longer on her own. I’m in her life now and I’m staying put.”
Michelle’s tinkling laughter had both men staring at her.
“You said the same thing to me all those years ago, remember?” She asked, looking at Sydney.
“Then I messed it up by getting married the next year.” His hand squeezed hers gently.
“Syd-“
“I still find it difficult to forgive myself for putting us through all of it.”
“Now we’re going to be blessed with a grandchild.” Her eyes moistened. “Sydney James Randall, you’re not going to spoil it for us.”
They were so wrapped up in each other they never noticed Brady slipping out of the room to give them privacy.
*****
She tried working, but as soon as she sat at the desk, everything came flooding back. The sheer arrogance of the man! Jumping up from the chair, she paced over to the window. Her apartment might not be as dazzling and richly decorated as his, but it was hers, and she was comfortable.
Did he think it was going to be easy living with someone? Leaning against the windowsill, she took a deep breath, she tried to settle her stomach.
She was pregnant and didn’t know how to feel. She was so accustomed to packing everything up and taking off – whether to some remote location, a seedy bar on the West Side, a questionable club in the downtown area or just popping to the precinct where she’d do a drive-along with some of the detectives.
Yes, it’d be convenient for him to be around when she was going through whatever it is that will be coming. Now, she was feeling fine, aside from the crazy mood swings and dizziness.
It suddenly occurred to her that she owed her Mom and his Dad an apology for storming out without saying goodbye. Damn him for getting under her skin so much that she couldn’t think about anything else.
Rubbing a hand over her stomach, she walked swiftly over to the desk to pick up the phone, just as it rang.
Her heart quickened when she looked at the LED.
“I’m not talking to you.”
“What are you doing now?” He sighed. “I’m outside your door.”
“Why?”
“I want to make sure you’re okay, and help you pack.”
“Brady- “
“Let me in, please.”
