Well, h.e.l.l. "They"re going to grill me mercilessly."
She arched an eyebrow. Her expression lacked any sympathy at all. "So? You deserve it. But personal issues don"t fall under my job description."
He reached out and grabbed her hand. Her skin felt soft and smooth, like the skin on her belly and the flesh on her thighs, he recalled, his body growing hot and hard with the memory. So aroused that focusing on explanations was difficult.
He understood her anger but couldn"t find the words to explain that in the mayhem since Carole dropped the bomb, Micki was the only person he felt comfortable with. He didn"t understand the connection that drew him to her either, but the fact remained that he needed her, more than just on a professional level. For the first time in his life, he was looking to a woman for emotional support.
He ran a hand over his face. "I"m a freaking mess," he admitted, meeting her gaze. "My wrist hurts every time I pick up or hit the ball. It doesn"t matter how well I"m playing, I"ve got to live with the fact that it"s taking everything out of me just to get through every game. Then I"ve got Carole who I can"t even begin to believe, but I can"t afford not to."
"Go on," she said, softly.
He swallowed but his mouth tasted like pitcher"s mound dirt. "If the kid is mine, what the h.e.l.l kind of father will I make?" he asked, voicing his fears aloud for the first time.
To Micki. Which proved to him that keeping her by his side was necessary to his sanity.
She covered his hand with hers. "If it comes to that, you"ll make the best kind of dad."
"When you say it, I can almost believe it," he said, forcing a laugh.
"You should." Light danced in her eyes for the first time all evening. "Didn"t you say your father was amazing? We learn by example, so what makes you think you"ll be any different?"
He turned her hand over and looked at the fragile skin on her wrist."You"re amazing," he said, grat.i.tude and something warm he didn"t want to examine too closely filling his chest.
Without warning, she jerked her hand back. "I"m just stating the facts," she said, putting distance between them once more.
He didn"t have to guess why. He was a man with baggage and risks, and as much as he wanted to bury himself inside her and forget his problems, that would only add one more complication to an already screwed-up mess.
"There"s something I want you to consider," Micki said.
"What"s that?"
She twisted her hands together, a sure sign he wouldn"t like her request. "I grew up orphaned."
He nodded. "I know."
"And I believe that in the best of all possible worlds, a baby should have both parents around. If the baby is yours, you need to consider marrying Carole and giving the child a real family." Her voice broke on the word family. So did his heart. In all his thinking, he"d forgotten that Micki had been raised by her bachelor uncle. She"d missed out on parents in her life and obviously she still felt that loss.
Damian breathed deeply and leaned forward in his seat. "I understand where you"re coming from but you need to understand that this isn"t all about me not wanting to marry Carole. It"s about the baby, too. Sometimes you can do a child a bigger favor by not raising it in a home where there is no love or caring."
She spread her hands wide. "I don"t know."
"Growing up, didn"t you have everything you needed in your untraditional home with your uncle, Lola and your sisters?"
She nodded.
"So I guess you need to consider that by not marrying Carole, I may still be doing right by this baby."
"If it"s yours."
"If it"s mine," he agreed and hoped with everything in him that Carole had been as unfaithful as he suspected.
He glanced out the window and realized they were close to his sister"s house where his entire family waited. "There"s just one more thing." Something that had been weighing on his mind.
""What"s that?"
He placed an arm behind her head and leaned close enough to smell the scent of her skin. His groin ached with the need to bury himself deep inside her and thrust hard and fast until the outside world disappeared and all that remained was them.
Instead he cleared his throat and forced himself to remain focused. "I appreciate you agreeing to stay by my side." He owed her his thanks and probably much more.
He turned his head and his lips touched the side of her neck. When she didn"t push him away, he let his mouth skim her soft flesh. Just for a moment, he promised himself. No more.
He grasped her arm and raised it to press a gentle kiss on her exposed flesh there, letting his tongue linger. He didn"t know if it was his words or his touch that got to her but she trembled and a soft sigh escaped from the back of her throat. She wore a soft T- shirt that gathered in the middle, accentuating her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, and her nipples puckered beneath his gaze. She pivoted toward him and just as he thought her lips would touch his, the car jerked to a sudden stop. "We"re here." She jumped back, obviously shaken by what had almost transpired between them.
He clamped down on his disappointment, telling himself the interruption was for the best.
She straightened her top and fussed with her hair. "So how do you feel about explaining yourself to your sisters?" she asked in an obvious scramble for conversation.
"I don"t relish the idea of discussing my stupidity or my s.e.x life with my sisters and my parents any more than I enjoyed revealing it to you." He reached for the handle at the same time the driver opened and held the door for them. "But I got myself into this mess and my family deserves to know what"s going on, so...I"ll let them skewer me."
She glanced down. "You know, I do admire how you"re facing up to all this."
"Thanks" he said, surprised. He reached out and tipped her chin upward.
He took in her flushed cheeks and pouty glossed lips and curled his hands into fists to keep from kissing her. Really kissing her this time.
He knew he had to focus on less pleasant tasks right now. Like facing the firing squad he called his family.
MICKI WOULD FEEL A LOT BETTER about herself if the kiss hadn"t happened because she hadn"t let it, not because of the fortuitous timing of their arrival. Thank G.o.d they"d reached their destination or else she"d probably be kicking herself for letting him kiss her. For kissing him back. And for allowing him to do whatever else to her in the back seat of the limo despite her promise to herself to keep her distance.
Now, introductions behind them, Damian sat next to Micki in the family room of his sister Brenda"s house and took his punishment like a man. Apparently in his family, punishment meant a grilling by all interested parties.
Beside her, Damian clenched his fists, and sucking up the embarra.s.sment, he let the questions fly.
His father paced the floor in front of Damian"s seat on the couch. "Sum it up in a nutsh.e.l.l," Mike Fuller said in the same tone Micki could imagine him using with his kids when they"d screwed up during their youth.
"A woman I used to see claims she"s pregnant and I"m the father."
"Claims?" His mother jumped on the uncertainty.
Damian nodded. "I"ll be checking out both parts of her statement"
"So the baby might not be yours?" Ronnie asked.
"Or she might not even be pregnant," Brenda said confidently. "All possibilities, I suppose. As much as I don"t want this baby to be mine, I"d hate to think she"d outright lie about something like this"
"With your finances, that"s the first thing you need to consider" His father stopped and shoved his hands in his front pants pockets. "Didn"t I teach you to use protection each and every time?"
Micki felt her cheeks heat up and flush at the older man"s frank talk.
"I used protection," he said, looking his father in the eye. "Each and every time."
As he had with her, Micki recalled. Each and every time.
His father nodded, relieved. "Well that"s something "
Her uncle had said the same thing.
"Maybe the condom broke," Rhonda offered.
"Three kids, only thirteen months apart. You ought to know," Marissa said.
"Leave your sister alone," Marissa"s husband Dan said, jumping in only to call his wife off. "Ours are eighteen months apart so I don"t know why you"re giving Rhonda a hard time," he said with a wry smile.
Ronnie snickered.
Marissa nudged her husband in the side. "Spoilsport." But she spoke in a teasing tone.
Micki couldn"t suppress a smile at the byplay among the family members. She, Annabelle and Sophie could always go at one another given the slightest provocation but at the heart of all the needling in her family was a basic love and respect. Micki sensed the same thing here.
"Girls," Adrienne said, clapping her hands. "Dan"s right. Now"s not the time to tease each other. We"ve got important issues to deal with."
"Your mother"s right. Now"s the time to rally around your brother." Mike walked over and placed an arm around Damian"s shoulder in a sign of unwavering support.
Obviously it didn"t matter how bad his children"s sins, Damian"s father would always forgive them. Just like Uncle Yank who"d flown to Florida in a heartbeat to be with Micki. Who"d have thought her untraditional family and Damian"s had so much in common?
"When will you have answers?" Brenda asked.
"I have an appointment with Gary Kernan tomorrow to get the rundown on testing. I promise to fill you in as soon as I know something."
Ronnie reached for her brother"s hand. "Gary and his partners delivered all our kids. He"s the best." "And you can trust him to be honest and discreet."
Brenda"s husband Steve chose his moment to add to the conversation.
Micki also picked up on the love and respect between Damian"s parents as well as between his sisters and their husbands. He truly did have the best role models for happy relationships, she thought. Yet he"d backed away from forming any of his own in favor of focusing solely on his career.
It was something she"d a.n.a.lyze further later, but for now, since Damian had chosen to bring her here, she was going to do her best to help the family deal with the crisis.
"Excuse me," Micki said.
"Yes?" Damian"s mother asked. "You"ve been so quiet until now. What"s on your mind?"
Micki smiled. "I was hoping I could give you all a quick PR course before we leave tonight," Micki offered. "Because Damian won"t be the only one who"s going to get cornered or pestered for answers."
All of the Fuller family"s eyes turned her way.
"We"re happy to hear anything Damian"s publicist and friend has to say." Adrienne seemed to welcome her with her warm gaze and soft voice.
"Okay then. Just a few helpful hints in case the press gets ahold of you,"
"We"ve all been screening our calls with caller ID," Brenda said.
Micki stood and took center stage among Damian"s family. She was used to public speaking but in this case she felt scrutinized in a more personal way. No doubt his sisters wondered about the true nature of her relationship with their brother, but there was nothing Micki could do about it. Damian"s recent exploits would cause many people to wonder. It was something he"d have to live with. Something she"d have to ignore now.
"Screening calls won"t stop a determined reporter from accosting you in the supermarket or while you"re taking the kids into dance cla.s.s. But you have a few strategies at your disposal."
"Such as?" Damian"s mother asked.
Micki held up one finger. "There"s the old "no comment" and keep walking." She raised a second finger in the air. "There"s the redirect in which you just tell them to call your brother"s publicist and hand out my card that I"ll leave with you all." She paused and lifted a third finger to join the other two. Or you can just tell them to go away or you"ll call the police and report them for hara.s.sment, especially if they"re bothering you when the kids are around." Damian watched Micki take charge of his boisterous family. Obviously in her element, her suggestions were to the point, succinct, and also well thought out. She impressed him on so many levels he couldn"t begin to count them all.
He hadn"t thought to ask her to coach his family but he was grateful she"d done so on her own. As for his sisters, to Damian"s amazement, his talkative nosy siblings had shut up and were listening to Micki intently. His mother was scribbling notes on a small pad she always kept in her purse and his father was watching Micki with a huge grin on his face, no small feat considering his worry over Damian"s messed-up life.
"Any questions?" Micki asked, "I have one." Ronnie, his youngest and most outspoken sibling raised a hand in the air.
"She"s not a teacher and you aren"t in school," Marissa said, laughing.
"Well whatever. I just want to know if you"re here because Damian"s paying you to help him."
"Or if you"re here because you care about Damian," Brenda chimed in, helping Ronnie out in embarra.s.sing him.
Damian didn"t meet Micki"s gaze. Instead he jumped up from his seat. "Hey, that"s uncalled for. I"m the only one who can put Micki on the spot and that"s not going to happen right now. We have to get back to the city, so the inquisition is over."
The trio didn"t argue, which meant they knew they were out of line. Damian used the next few minutes to hug, kiss, say goodbye and thank them all for being in his corner even through such an awkward mess. Even Micki was treated to warm hugs and kisses goodbye, making Damian happy he"d brought her along.
Ronnie promised to fill her husband in on the conversation since he"d gone home to relieve the babysitter. But it was Marissa"s and Brenda"s older teenage girls who concerned Damian most. He knew the teens looked up to their famous uncle and so he promised to have a talk with his older nieces when this all blew over, including discussing the uncomfortable topic of safe s.e.x.
It was the least he could do in exchange for the public scandal he"d caused.
MICKI SLEPT ON THE RIDE BACK to the city, waking up just as the car came to a stop in front of her building. She glanced at her watch. It was almost midnight. She was beyond exhausted from a very emotional day and night, and her body ached from the uncomfortable position she"d been in.
She rubbed her eyes and focused on the handsome, s.e.xy man sitting before her. "I fell asleep again," she said, embarra.s.sed. "Don"t worry about it. So did I." He stretched and her gaze fell to the muscles in his forearms and his tanned skin.
Her mouth grew dry and she wished she had a bottle of water to quench her thirst. Better that than wishing she could kiss him and find the moisture she was lacking.
"In the end it was a good idea to bring me tonight."
Damian smiled. "Left alone, who knows how my sisters would have handled the reporters." He grimaced at the thought of subjecting his family to scrutiny they hadn"t signed up for. "You helped my family out a lot. I appreciate it."
"Well your family is special and I"m glad I got to meet them."
"They said the same thing about you." He paused before saying what was on his mind, then decided what the h.e.l.l. "Actually the last thing my father said was that I should grab onto you and not let you go."
His genuine, warm smile stole what was left of Micki"s breath."That"s sweet."
She stepped out of the car, Damian right behind her. When she turned, she found herself staring into his compelling eyes. The hot and humid summer air wafted around them, increasing the heat that rose between them.
She tried to hang onto her focus and keep her desire at bay. "I"ve been wondering about something."
"Shoot."