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He sent her a scorching glance. "I don't want to talk about her."
"How about something to eat?"
"I am not particularly hungry."
"You have to eat something to soak up the alcohol unless you plan to spend the night here."
"I can't. I have an early breakfast meeting in the morning."
"I made pasta salad." Uncoiling her legs, she moved towards him. "Come on. You know I hate to eat alone."
"Even though you live alone." He pointed out as he accompanied her into the kitchen.
*****
She buried herself in the work she did for the children. She and Jack and some of the cast members had adopted the home and fought valiantly to provide the things needed for the children to survive or be reasonably comfortable in a place like this.
As far as homes went, it was not that bad. The staff were kind and considerate, and the resources they had accumulated over the period had worked wonders.
A new computer room had been added, giving the children the advantage of technology. There was also the library where Lynn had begged and persuaded several patrons to donate so many books that the small and cozy room was stocked from floor to ceiling.
"It's so good of you to come." Angela Baker told her with a beaming smile. "It's very comforting to see that fame has not changed you."
"I am still the same person." She assured the woman.
"And you are with that charming and handsome young man, that multi-billionaire Mr. Hammond. I was hoping he would make the trip with you."
"I am alone. I just decided to visit. You did say that there are several new children here?"
"Yes. Three more. Two boys and a girl. Would you like to meet them?"
"Yes, of course."
Forcing a smile to her lips, she followed the administrator to the common room, where the children were watching a movie on the brand-new television set mounted on the wall. The sounds of children laughing and racing down the hallway of a large school sounded inside the room.
Very soon, they surrounded her, and she was introduced to the new children who were shy at first, but her engaging smile made them feel confident enough to approach her.
She spent more than an hour there, unwilling to return to her empty home where she would be thinking and dreaming about him.
Chapter 9
He had chosen somewhere discreet. His face had been plastered with Lynn in the papers, and it would not do for him to be seen with Bianca. He had called Lynn again last night, and she had not picked up. He supposed she had the right to be mad.
Usually, he would hammer at her door and demand to see her. But what would he say? Did he have conflicting feelings about another woman and need to sort things out? He was the one who had pursued Lynn relentlessly and insisted that they go public with the relationship, and now this.
Funny, he had not thought of Bianca for months until he had seen her in the restaurant. Then the memories had come flooding back.
She had turned him down - twice. He thought he had moved on, but that was not the case. The restaurant belonged to a friend, and they were assured of the utmost discretion. He had been given a private room, and that suited him fine.
Getting to his feet as the door was pushed open, he felt a quick jolt as she glided into the room. Her hair was loose around her face and streaming down her back. The green silk sweater she was wearing hugged her slender frame, and her coral-painted lips were parted to reveal white teeth.
"Darling," her voice was husky, her hands outstretched. "I hope I have not kept you waiting."
"I only just got here myself." Pulling her in, he kissed both her cheeks before letting go.
"What a delightful little place, and we have privacy."
"I thought it was best." He waited until she was seated before signaling the waiter hovering on the fringe of the room. "The filet mignon is very good."
