What did he just say?
âWe can give this child the type of home and family you and I both wanted,â he said. âYouâll get the help you need, and Iâll get to be a dad.â
She always acted on impulse, followed her hunches. Every one of those usual prompts urged her now to accept Coleâs offer.
It wasnât the hearts-and-flowers-and-violins proposal sheâd imagined, but she was a mother now. And if she was honest, Cole ticked every item on the list of attributes sheâd want for her childâs father. He was stable, dependable, practical. Soâ¦
âYes.â
He went still. Yes?â
âYes,â she repeated.
âGreat! Weâll make this work, Stevie. I promise.â He turned to go, then stopped.
âThat was a lousy way to conclude a proposal, wasnât it?â he asked. âI can do better.â Then he gathered her into his arms and gave her a kiss.
How could she have known the quiet analyst next door kissed like a dashing pirate?
And that she was nearly leveled by, of all men, her neighbor, friendâ¦and soon-to-be convenient husband?
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PROPOSALS & PROMISES: Putting a ring on it is only the beginning!
Chapter One
Returning home from a mundane business trip, Cole McKellar stepped out of a dreary February evening and into a scene from one of his increasingly recurrent fantasies: A pretty blonde asleep on his oversized brown leather sofa.
The sight aroused and disturbed himâthe same reaction he usually had to those unbidden daydreams. He squeezed his eyes shut, but when he opened them the blonde in question was still there. What was wrong with him? He shouldnât be having these feelings about Stevie, especially when she viewed him merely as a neighbor and a friend. And yet...
Illuminated by the lamp on the table nearest her head, she lay on her left side, her hand beneath her cheek, her jeans-covered legs drawn up in front of her. Her shoes were on the floor, leaving her feet exposed in bright red socks that matched her sweater. Golden curls tumbled around her sleep-flushed face, and her soft, full lips were slightly parted. Long lashes lay against her fair cheeks, hiding eyes he knew to be a vivid blue. Notably colorful and feminine in contrast to his muted bachelor decor, she looked young and vulnerable lying there, though he knew Stevie McLane to be a capable and accomplished thirty-one year old, only two years his junior.
Dusty, his little gray tabby, snuggled into the crook of Stevieâs arm. In response to Coleâs arrival, the cat lifted her head and gave him a look as though warning him not to disturb their sleeping guest. He frowned and studied Stevie more closely. Was there a trace of tears on her face? Had she been crying?
Gripping his overnight bag tightly in one hand, his computer case in the other, he shifted his weight uncomfortably, unsure what to do. Should he wake her? Should he let her sleep? He couldnât just stand here watching her. It was sort of...creepy.
Dusty stood and stretched. Roused by the movement, Stevie blinked her eyes open. Finding Cole standing there, she gasped.
The last thing heâd wanted to do was frighten her. âIâm sorry, Stevie, Iââ
âCole! I didnâtââ
Both stopped talking to let the other speak, then hurried again to fill the awkward silence.
âI didnât mean toââ
âI thought youââ
Cole held up a hand with a rueful smile when their words overlapped again. âIâll start. Iâm sorry I startled you. I didnât know you were here. Now your turn.â
On her feet now, his next-door neighbor pushed back her tumbled hair with both hands and smiled up at him. Though just over average height himself, he still felt as though he towered over Stevie, who topped out at about five-two in her red-stockinged feet. âI thought you werenât going to be home until tomorrow,â she said.
âI rescheduled my flight because of the weather. I didnât want to get stuck in Dallas for an extra day or two, especially since I have to be in Chicago a few days next week.â
âAnd now you must be tired.â She shook her head. âIâm sorry, you werenât expecting to find uninvited company in your house.â
She had no idea just what a welcome surprise that had been, nor would he fully enlighten her. When it came to Stevie, heâd gotten pretty good at concealing his feelings during the past year. âUsually when I come home, the house is empty except for Dusty, and she likes to play it cool with her royal greetings. Itâs a pleasant change to be welcomed with a smile.â