It Takes Three

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by Teresa Southwick


  “So do you want to do an international sort of menu?”

  “Dad said you didn’t mind if that’s what I wanted.”

  Thea nodded. “It makes no difference to me. Like I told him, the client is always right.”

  “Then how come I got grounded?”

  “Because you were wrong not to follow your father’s rules.” Thea looked at her. “You might want to consider law school after college. Way to twist the daylights out of an innocent remark.”

  “Thanks.” Kendra grinned proudly. Then she asked, “Isn’t it more expensive to mix up different foods?”

  Thea shook her head. “It’s all about the ingredients. If you wanted a recipe with shrimp, lobster or crab or something with expensive fixings, I’d have to pass on the cost to your father.”

  “What are the most expensive things you make?” the girl asked, a gleam in her eyes.

  “Oh, no you don’t. I’m not getting caught in the middle of World War III.”

  Thea heard the front door open and close and her heart skipped a beat. Scott was home. She’d been half relieved and half disappointed he wasn’t there when she’d arrived. Although mostly she dreaded seeing him again after their awkward last meeting. If only he hadn’t tried to make things personal. Under different circumstances, she would have been like a teenage girl at her first boy/girl party. But letting things between them become more than a simple business association was a recipe for disaster. And she’d had enough of that to last her a lifetime.

  The teen grinned at her just before her father walked into the room. “Hi, Dad.”

  “Hey, sweetie.” He looked surprised, as if he’d expected hostility. “Sorry I’m late, Thea.”

  “No, problem. It gave Kendra and I a chance to talk things over.”

  “What things?”

  The teen stood and walked over to him. She kissed his cheek. “I just wanted to say thanks for grounding me. I deserved it, and I’m sorry I broke the rules.”

  He stared at his daughter as if she’d beamed down from the Starship Enterprise before his very eyes. “You are?”

  “I’m going upstairs to do my homework.”

  “Okay,” he said.

  “See you later, Thea. Thanks for talking with me.”

  “Any time,” she said.

  Although she’d rather the teen stick around and not leave her alone with Scott. But after advising her to shake him up, she couldn’t very well ruin this Kodak moment.

  After his daughter disappeared upstairs, Scott slid her a shell-shocked look. “Do you want to explain that?”

  “No.”

  “So there is an explanation?”

  “I didn’t say that.”

  “It was implied,” he said.

  “She’s your daughter.”

  “Maybe.” He glanced up at the ceiling, where his child had disappeared. “Or maybe my daughter was kidnapped by aliens who left a very cooperative, very scary clone in her place.”

  Thea laughed. “She’s a good kid. Leave it at that.”

  “Okay.” He set his briefcase on the floor by a wing chair. “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long. I got hung up in a meeting with my brother Mike.”

  “No problem. It gave Kendra and I a chance to discuss what she wants for food. She decided to do an international smorgasbord. Lasagna, quesadillas, egg rolls. I recommend a big green salad and fresh fruit salad with that.”

  “So are we talking a second mortgage on my house to cover it?” he teased.

  “Actually, I explained to her that the ingredients of a recipe determine the cost. She wanted to know what my most expensive main dishes are.”

  “And?” he said cringing.

  “You walked in and she became teen angel.” Thea shrugged. “Actually she approved all of your choices. Apparently you have similar taste.”

  When he smiled, she felt instant heat roll through her followed by a melting sensation that made her thighs quiver. Why did this have to happen to her now? Everything in her life was going perfectly. Her business was better than ever. Financially she was secure. She had a baby on the way that would fulfill a deeply personal promise as well as a powerful maternal yearning. And now she was attracted to this man.

  Since she couldn’t deny it any longer, she would simply have to deal with it. She stood. “Now all you have to do is give me the number of people and I can work up the figures for you.”

  “Ken and I will talk that over. Now that we’re talking, period. I have a feeling that change in our communication is thanks to you,” he added.

  “Sooner or later it would have blown over. Talking just made the process go faster.” It was nothing more than the truth because he’d done a wonderful job with his children. He was a terrific father. And that thought shook her, convincing her it was time to get back on task before she had to examine her feelings too closely. “When you have a guest list, I’ll know how many tables to reserve.”

  He folded his arms over his chest, and the impossibly masculine pose snagged her feminine attention in spite of her best intentions. She noticed that whole heat thing again with the fireball effect in the pit of her belly. Every nerve ending in her body zapped a hormone, which she had in spades at the moment. The chain reaction let her know how aware she was of this man.

  “What about setting up outside?” he asked.

  She glanced out the slider into the backyard. “Good idea. The pool will make a wonderful focal point. And you have lots of room, so table arrangements shouldn’t be a problem.”

  “Unless Kendra wants to invite the equivalent of a third world country.”

  “Yes.” She inched toward the exit. “But that’s for the two of you to work out.”

  His gaze narrowed. “What’s your rush? Do you have another appointment?”

  “No, I—”

  Whenever she was around Scott Matthews, she felt like a pacemaker too close to microwaves. All her brain functions went haywire. He’d just given her an out. All she’d needed to say was that she had to be somewhere. It wasn’t even a lie. She did have to be somewhere—anywhere but spitting distance from this man would do.

  “I have to get going,” she said, hoping to salvage the situation. “I need to—

  The doorbell rang and he held up a hand. “That’s our pizza. Hold that thought.”

  She didn’t want to hold anything. She just wanted to go and distract herself from thoughts of Scott Matthews. After she’d refused to go out with him, she’d feared a cool and distant working relationship. He was anything but. Charming was the word that came to mind. Talk about diabolical. But his lack of a grudge wasn’t something she could let herself get excited about.

  It had been a long time since she’d felt anything but emptiness. But her baby and meeting Scott had changed that. She couldn’t stop the feeling. It was exciting to be attracted to a good-looking man. But fate had a twisted sense of humor because he was the wrong man.

  He walked back into the kitchen with a large flat box and a bag on top of it. “Dinner is served.” His expression turned wry. “I’m sure it’s not as good as what you could make.”

  “I love pizza.”

  “Stay and have some with us.”

  She’d done it again. If this kept up, she’d have to find a good recipe for foot-in-mouth. “I don’t want to intrude.”

  “It’s not intruding if I invite you. Besides, anyone who can get my daughter to thank me for punishing her is someone I want to know better.”

  “It’s only because I’m not an authority figure.”

  Scott studied her. “How did you get to know so much about teenagers? Did you study teen psychology in school?”

  “I was a business major, actually.” Wow, did that pizza smell good.

  “Did you go to college in California?”

  “UC Santa Barbara.”

  “Did you grow up here?” He flipped back the square top of the box and the mouth-watering smell permeated the room. “Do you have family in the area? Brothers a
nd sisters?” He handed her a paper plate with a triangle of pizza on it.

  She took it and after taking a bite and chewing, she said, “My parents live in Northridge. I have a brother in San Diego and a sister in Marina Del Rey.”

  “A boyfriend?” He took a bite of his own pizza and met her gaze.

  She put her plate down. “If I did have one, I would have said so the last time we were together.” When he’d asked her out, but she didn’t want to say that. Wasn’t he the nosy one. It was time to put the brakes on that. “Thanks for the pizza, Scott. But I really have to go.”

  “Why? You don’t have an appointment.”

  “That doesn’t mean I don’t have things to do.”

  “What is it with you and questions?”

  “An exchange of personal information is a technique for bonding. Since we have nothing more than a short-term business contract that would be a waste of time.”

  “We can’t be friends?”

  “This can be a friendly working relationship,” she said, emphasizing the key word.

  Scott put down his paper plate and frowned. “I don’t get you.”

  It’s really not that complicated, she thought. One tidbit of info would lead to another and another. It could take them to a place she would rather not go.

  “I’m sorry. But you know better than anyone that there are rules. Your daughter can’t stay out past ten on a school night. I make it a point not to get too close to my clients.” She shrugged. “I’ve found it’s better that way.”

  “For who?”

  “Everyone.” She picked up her things. “Call me when you and Kendra have the guest list together.”

  Thea walked out the front door before he could say anything more. When she was inside her car, she had the most absurd desire to burst into tears. It was really stupid since she was the one who had done the walking out. She felt so bad curbing her normally friendly nature, but Scott seemed determined not to let it go. She was a couple weeks shy of completing her first trimester and discussing the baby until then was out of the question.

  But how she wanted to. The temptation to laugh and talk with him about it was almost too much to resist. He’d been a father twice over and knew what to expect. Just being in the same room with him made her feel—

  What? More than simple attraction, that was a given. He was strong and conscientious, the kind of man who took care of his own. She’d missed sharing the load with someone. And she was tired of being alone.

  She wouldn’t be for very much longer. Soon she’d have her baby. And she’d be raising it alone. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t known before the IVF, so she had no right to whine. But she was acutely aware of coming back to life because Scott made her ache for what she couldn’t have.

  If she were a whiner, that was prime complaint criteria.

  Chapter Eight

  Thea closed the book she’d just finished and set it on the end table beside her. She wondered if she’d have time to read after the baby was born. Pressing her palms against her abdomen, she longed for the six and a half months to pass quickly. If it weren’t for the weariness and nausea that were tangible signs of her pregnancy, she would have her doubts about a baby growing inside her.

  It seemed like forever until she would be able hold it in her arms. She prayed the child she carried would be healthy and perfect.

  A knock on her door startled her and she looked at her watch. “Eight-thirty? I’m not expecting anyone.”

  At the door, she stood on tiptoe to see through the peephole as she called out, “Who is it?”

  “Kendra Matthews.”

  Several things went through her mind at once when she recognized the teen. It was too late for a strictly social visit. Scott must have shared with his daughter the location of the condo he intended to buy. But why would she come here? Something was wrong and Thea wasn’t sure she wanted to get involved. Shaking her head, she realized there was no choice. She hadn’t been able to ignore this girl from the first time she’d met her.

  Thea sighed as she turned the dead bolt and opened the door. “Hi, kiddo. Come in.”

  “Hi, Thea.” The girl walked inside and stood in the entryway twisting her fingers together. “I’m sorry to bother you.”

  “You didn’t. In fact your timing is perfect. I just finished my book.” She frowned as she recognized the intensely tragic expression on the girl’s face. “What’s wrong?”

  “I had a fight with my dad.”

  “I’m sorry.” Thea was no expert on teenage behavior, but it seemed weird for Kendra to show up here instead of going to someone her own age.

  “Can I talk to you?”

  “Of course. But I’m surprised you didn’t go to one of your friends.”

  “They’re gone. Zoe invited all of us to go to the Colorado River with her and her mom and stepdad.”

  “Your dad wouldn’t let you go,” Thea guessed.

  She nodded miserably. “He says she’s not a good influence after what happened to get me grounded. She’s a new friend, and he’s never met her parents. So he just put his foot down and said no. He wouldn’t even listen to me or give her another chance. I got so frustrated, I just left.”

  “He doesn’t know where you are?”

  She shook her head. “I turned off my cell phone.”

  Thea wanted to insist the girl call her father. If she were in Scott’s shoes and her child had stormed out of the house, she would be frantic. But she had a feeling if she insisted, the teen might take off again. Then she would be behind the wheel of a car with her emotions all over the map. Not a safe situation.

  “Come in and sit down,” she invited. “Can I get you a soda? Something to eat? Have you had dinner?”

  “I’m not hungry.” She sat on the sofa and set her keys on the coffee table.

  Thea understood Scott’s protectiveness. Her baby wasn’t even born yet and she was bending over backwards to make sure this child would have a full-term pregnancy and safe delivery into this world. She could only imagine how her instincts to safeguard this child would escalate when she held him for the first time and watched him grow.

  Scott had nurtured his daughter for eighteen years. Even when his decisions were met with hostility and rebellion, he kept his head and tried the best he knew how to do the right thing. She couldn’t fault him.

  “You know your dad doesn’t take pleasure in telling you no.”

  “He’s so unreasonable.”

  “Translation—he wouldn’t let you do what you wanted.”

  The teen met her gaze and her eyes widened in surprise. “You’re taking his side?”

  Thea refused to be put on the defensive. “Why did you come here Kendra?”

  She lifted one shoulder. “To talk, I guess.”

  “And I’m happy to do that,” Thea said, sitting beside her. “But part of talking is listening. And I’m not the kind of person who will say what you want to hear. I’ll tell you what I think.”

  “You think my dad is right? That Zoe is a bad person?”

  “I have no opinion on your friend. I’ve never met her. And I’m not convinced your dad thinks that, either.”

  “He doesn’t trust my judgment.”

  “Think about it from his point of view. All he knows is that you went to her house to study and then you broke the rules.”

  “His rules are lame.” She slouched against the back of the sofa.

  “Maybe. But as long as you live under his roof and he’s paying the bills, he’s entitled to set any parameters he thinks best.”

  “So you think I should go away to college, too.”

  Thea stared at this woman/child who’d just leaped from the specific to the general. “It doesn’t matter what I think and that’s not what we were talking about. Here’s the thing—even if you go away to college, your dad will still be paying the bills. He’s still going to have some input in your life. Not as much input, and not on a day-to-day basis. The only way to have things your own way is to be
independent. And the only way I can see for you to do that is to suck it up and get the best possible education so you can support yourself and not rely on your father.”

  The girl’s eyes grew wide. Obviously she hadn’t expected to hear she needed to snap out of it. Finally, one corner of her mouth turned up. “It will take forever to get through college.”

  “‘The journey of a thousand miles starts with a single step,’” Thea quoted. “Besides, I bet when you were a freshman in high school you thought you’d never graduate. Yet here you are.”

  “Yeah. It seems like a long time ago. How did you know?”

  “Because I remember. It felt like I’d be in high school forever. Suddenly I was a senior and saying goodbye to my friends. It was a scary, exciting, traumatic time.”

  “I know what you mean,” she said, sitting up straight. “I get so weird sometimes—”

  A knock on the door interrupted her. “I wonder who that could be,” Thea said. She stood and walked over, too tired to strain and see who was there. “Who is it?”

  “Scott Matthews.”

  At the sound of his voice, Thea felt the shivery sensation he always generated flutter through her. The good news was it chased her weariness away. The bad news: as much as she knew it wasn’t smart to be in the same room with him, she just couldn’t turn him away.

  “I’m going to let him in.” She glanced over her shoulder. When the girl nodded, Thea put her hand on the knob and opened the door.

  “I saw Kendra’s car,” he said, before she could greet him.

  The expression on his face was grim, ragged, intense. When he looked past her and saw his daughter, relief was stark on his features even before he released a long breath. He walked inside. “Hi,” he said to her.

  She stood up. “How did you know I was here?”

  “When you didn’t answer your cell, I decided to drive around and see if I could spot your car. I knew all your friends were gone, so I came by here on a hunch. Process of elimination.” He shrugged. “I was worried about you, Ken.”

  “I’m sorry, Dad. I just needed some space. I get so frustrated.” She twisted her fingers together.

 

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