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“We aren’t. I’ll be right back.”
She watched him weave his way through the crowd and felt the familiar tug of awareness where he was concerned. He was tall, head and shoulders over more than a few of the men inside the room. He was also very distinctive, with his tangled and untidy blonde hair and impressive physique.
She wasn’t ready to own the emotions swirling inside her when it came to him, it was confusing and she was wary about commitment.
With each day that passed, it was getting more and more difficult not to go all the way. Pressing a hand to her stomach, she felt a quiver. They’d created something or what was going to be someone. She knew of all the risks involved, and she had several months to go, but she was looking forward to holding their little one in her hands..
She was a black woman pregnant by a white guy, complete with blonde hair and green eyes, ones that she wanted to drown herself in. She knew that the kid’s hair was going to come out screwy and eye color was to be determined.
She didn’t care about that. He made her feel special and pampered. It was strange she hadn’t allowed herself to want that sort of thing before. She also hadn’t thought of him other than the son of her mother’s lover.
Now they were together. A couple living together and expecting. She would have balked at the idea of such binding and lasting commitment before, but now it was growing on her. Now, she couldn’t imagine herself without him and it was scaring the life out of her. She was jarred from her thoughts as her mother came gliding over.
“Darling, are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Brady is such an old woman.” She pressed another hand to her chest. “Although, I’m feeling a little queasy. I think it’s the shrimp.”
“Don’t worry about staying, darling. I’m heading home shortly.” She touched Macayla’s hand briefly. “I’m in negotiations with Zeigfeld regarding a part in the movie he’s producing.”
“I thought you were through with all of that?” Macayla asked with a frown.
Michelle patted her hand again. “I’m feeling so better and I discussed it with Syd. The best thing for me at this point is to continue doing what I love.” She smiled, looking up as Brady came towards them. “You make such a lovely couple. Please give it a chance.”
Chapter 9
“The steak not to your liking?” Brady studied her as she played with her meal.
“I’m not really hungry.”
He stared at her with a frown. She seemed a little distracted since he came in this evening and was unusually quiet.
“Would you like something else?”
It was raining out, a steady, sleeting rain that was certain to turn to ice in minutes. Christmas was right around the corner and he’d persuaded her to trim and decorate the huge tree in the living room.
They’d chosen to eat in the large dining room with the electronic fire glowing at their backs. He’d brought home work with him so he could have the chance to be here with her and check on her.
“No.” She shook her head and reached for her glass of water. “I went running this afternoon.”
“Macayla- “
She waved a hand to stop the rest of the sentence. “You’re going to tell me it’s freezing out and I could have slipped and fallen, and there’s a perfectly good gym here I could take advantage of and that’s going to start another argument. I had writer’s block and decided to go for a run.
That’s what I do. I go for a run to clear the cobwebs, and it felt good. Yes, it was frosty and I was soaking wet, but I met someone. Her name’s Tiffany from Apartment B or whatever it’s called. The one closest to us. She’s an up-and-coming actress and five months pregnant.”
“You made a friend.”
“I have friends or rather, acquaintances. I don’t make friends easily.”
“I never would have guessed.” He laughed at the dirty look she threw him. “What happened with this Tiffany that has you so down?”
“I believe contemplative is more like it.” She shrugged and took another sip of the water. “She lives alone.”
“What happened to the significant other?”
“Why do people say that?”
“Say what?”
