by Vivian Arend
#2. Having a baby with the extended Turner family around
Oh man. The lists grew fuller, on both the pro and con sides. Her family was a write-off. Her dad had disappeared a long time ago, and her mom was too busy with her own life on the other side of the country to give a damn. Tasha had settled on the west coast. She’d been friends with Lila for years, and Max was right, she’d attended more Turner-clan gatherings than she could count. The joys and downfalls of a large extended family were not a mystery to her. There were always willing hands to cuddle babies, wipe noses and read stories.
There were also tons of unasked-for opinions offered regarding personal issues. She swirled the glass of juice she’d refilled, watching the ice cubes spin in the bright liquid. Her privacy wasn’t so important that the thought of the family scared her away, but there was something to be said about not having everyone in town know everything about your business.
#3. A long-term relationship, by choice, with Maxwell.
Tasha put down the pen. She wasn’t willing to add to either the pro or con list right now. It was as if writing it in ink that would make it more real.
Was he someone she’d choose to be with?
Physically, there was nothing but dynamite between them. He’d proved that without a shadow of a doubt, her sex aching even now when she remembered his commanding touch. No, there would be hesitation when it came to writing that down as a positive. On the negative side—how long would it last? She’d done her best to stay in shape, but she was thirty-four. She planned on a having a baby. Would there be the same physical fireworks a year or two down the road? She couldn’t count on it, not as a positive, and suddenly the current overwhelming attraction between them seemed less important in the big scheme of things.
Mentally—that was the one area she couldn’t think of a single downfall. Max was smart, probably smarter than she was. Yet he wasn’t mean about it like some people she knew who felt the need to rub in their superiority at every opportunity. He worked with others easily, and in that typical Turner style, he supported his family by finding ways to make their lives easier by using his brain.
Gack. Even thinking about it made him sound like some sort of incredible epitome of manhood who she’d be crazy to think about turning down.
The con side taunted her. It wasn’t so much him, as his sex. A long-term relationship. What exactly did that mean to a twenty-four-year-old? She’d dated thirty-year-olds whose idea of forever was “until they spotted a better looking pair of legs”. Coming home to find her partner in bed with another woman—not something she ever wanted to experience again. Being neglected, or having a new job in a new location chosen over her? Maybe she had the shittiest luck in who she’d gotten involved with over the years, but frankly her track record with guys was miserable.
Maybe it wasn’t the guys’ fault, maybe it was her. Hell, even in her own tiny family of origin she saw no indication she could be loved long term.
She knew she’d be there for a child, unconditionally, and forever. A devoted family of two wasn’t a terrible thing to plan to achieve. Maybe it would be more physically challenging, and emotionally, she’d have to go it alone. But she was certain having someone bounce in and out of her child’s life was potentially much worse than never having daddy figure at all.
Tasha gave up. She put on her sneakers and headed out the door for a long, hard run. If nothing else, it would force the remaining alcohol out of her system. This coming week, no matter what she decided, she was going to move ahead with the baby making.
The question still remained whether or not Maxwell would be involved.
Chapter Five
Three days. Max flicked between computer screens, his edginess filtering out through his fingers. Three restless, incredibly long days—they each felt far longer than the standard twenty-four-hour period—and she still hadn’t made up her mind. Max was caught somewhere between demanding an answer and waiting that one more day in case one wrong move would turn a potential yes into a no.
He’d seen her the day after he’d proposed. Stopped by her apartment first thing in the morning with a fresh herbal tea and a fruit smoothie. Tasha had been dressed but still sleepy eyed and soft looking, and he’d wanted to jump her right there.
She’d taken both his offerings with a nod, then ordered him to get his ass out and wait for her to call him. Her forceful response had made him smile—he’d put her out of kilter, had he? Of course, there were other ways to stay in contact. She’d said nothing about email.
But as the day passed, the urge to ignore her command and simply show up at her office increased, and he had to forcibly ignore it. The idea of sending flowers? He’d love to, but that kind of overture was romantic, and she wasn’t looking for romance, she was looking for a forever friend. If he was going to sell her on this for long enough to be able to subtly influence her, he had to play by her rules right now. No matter how much it sucked.
He couldn’t concentrate on his work and had taken to goofing off on his pet project instead, a new and more interactive website for Tasha’s architecture business. Every time he popped onto her old site, his eyes wanted to bleed, with the bad color choices and static header. Not that he was trying to sweeten the pot or anything, but sending her an email to check the draft site would at least ensure he was put front and center in her mind.
He dragged another icon into place, adjusting the position when the Turner Alert web link went off. Someone, somewhere amongst his vast relative pool, had set up a game night. Thank God, that was just what he needed for distraction. He clicked the link and rejoiced. It was an open call from Lila, which meant he was invited, and the chances of seeing Tasha went from slim to nearly one hundred percent.
He saved his work then grabbed the phone. “Maxy—are you and your roommate going to need a ride to the game?”
His sister hesitated. “I don’t think so. I mean, I don’t.”
Max shut down his computer and headed for his room to make a quick change of clothes. “Aren’t you coming? I’ll let you be on my team. Lila mentioned we’re playing Taboo.”
“I’m coming, but I…I already have a date for tonight.”
Max stopped dead in his tracks. “A date? Really?”
She growled at him. “You’re such a turkey. Yes, a date. I am old enough you know. It’s not like I’m not allowed to spend time with the opposite sex.”
Well, if he had anything to say about it, she would still be off limits. Yeah, pretty damn hypocritical considering he’d given Tasha heck for thinking he was too young a few days ago, but this was his sister. He beat down his protective urges. “Do I know the guy?”
“Junior…”
“What? You know you’re going to get the third degree from everyone else, may as well practice now.”
Her sigh carried over the phone, and he laughed to himself. He could picture her, slightly flustered and blushing red as she tried to come up with the best way to make this guy sound safe and yet interesting at the same time.
“He works at the college.”
Teacher was good. “Does he have tenure?”
“Junior!”
He laughed. “Okay, no more teasing. Tell me straight, and I’ll be a good big brother and shut up.”
“Big brother, ha. By ten minutes.”
“Take it up with Mom, not my fault.”
Max hopped in his car, switched to his hands-free, and headed over to Lila’s, listening as his sister rambled on about the new guy. He didn’t sound too dangerous, although Maxine had dashed those first initial high points when she shared the guy wasn’t a professor, but a clerk in shipping and receiving.
The sight of Tasha’s car in the driveway of Lila’s house made his heart do this crazy double thump. One way or another, she would be reminded that he was waiting for her response. He raced up the stairs and only managed at the last second to be polite enough to knock.
Eager beaver.
Laughter poured out the door as it opened,
and he smiled, expecting to see his cousin. Instead he found himself looking into the brown eyes that had been haunting his dreams for the past days, weeks, heck—years, if he was honest.
“Junior.” She clutched the door, her laughing face tightening into a frown, and he felt like a fool. Obviously his proposal had been so far out of line she had no idea how to turn him down. He stuttered for a second, disappointment and disillusionment sweeping through him.
“Tasha. Good to see you.”
They stood there for a minute, staring at each other. Then he noticed her blush, and hope fluttered back to life.
She jerked upright. “Sorry, come on in.” She opened the door and stepped back, and he slipped in past her, brushing as close as he could without making it noticeable to everyone in the room. He stood by her side and took a deep breath, her light perfume filling his head and making it spin.
“How have you been?” Tasha asked quietly as he looked around at the crowd gathering to play. She didn’t run off to hide, which he took as a good sign. Damn, he’d take anything as a good sign right now.
Optimist, that was him. Either that or he was a glutton for punishment.
“Anxious. Fretful. Hopeful?”
“Don’t…”
Max shrugged. “You asked. I was polite and didn’t even mention the physical reactions I’ve been having.” He gestured toward the kitchen. “Can I get you something?”
She sighed and walked beside him. “It’s going to sound pathetic, but nothing sounds good to drink.”
Right. Her self-imposed, chemical-free, all-natural, healthy-eating-and-drinking Operation Baby. After his stomach did a roll in sympathy for her, that spot inside him that made him want to go all protective and nurturing on her kicked into overdrive. “Come on, I’ll give you a hand.”
There were close to twenty people already wandering Lila’s place—family, friends. The same people Max had spent many a night with over the years. He waved and exchanged greetings with them as he ushered Tasha forward. There was a strange expression on her face as he led her to an island chair and seated her.
He clued in—she was checking to see if anyone was watching them.
“They’re used to seeing us together. You don’t need to worry,” he whispered in her ear before turning to the cupboard and helping himself to two glasses. He poured orange juice, topped it up with sparkling water, then returned to her side.
“I wasn’t worried.” She took the glass he offered, while yet another sigh escaped.
He raised a brow and sipped his juice.
“Okay, stop that. I haven’t made a decision, so yes, I am worried. I don’t want anyone getting the wrong idea.” She spoke quietly. Her fingers fumbled with her glass as she greeted another family member moving past them to dig into the fridge.
Max patted her knee lightly, a teasing touch. “Relax.” Her gaze kept darting everywhere as people wandered in and out of the kitchen, grabbing what they needed. “Seriously, no one thinks anything of seeing us together—watch this.”
He turned to the couple leaning on the other side of the island. “Dave, Carole. You guys got your team together for the night?”
Dave grinned. “You offering to join us?”
Max winked. “Why not—my sis isn’t here yet, I might as well give you guys a hand kicking Lila’s butt.” He rose and knocked knuckles with Dave, ignoring Tasha where she now sat alone. About five seconds is all he figured he should have to wait.
Tasha fought to keep from frowning. He’d left her? Joined another team? Her sense of disappointment was as instant as it was shocking. She sat up straighter, trying to figure out what to say.
Carole turned from where she’d just given Max a big hug. “Oh, hey, Natasha. You have a team yet? You want to join us as well?” Carole stopped dead as if realizing something. “If that’s okay with you, Max. Did you have another partner already?”
Tasha gazed across the room at Max’s grinning face. The bastard raised a brow and grinned. “No partner. Tasha can join us. I don’t mind.”
Dave nodded once. “I’ll go nab us a spot, otherwise we’ll be crowded on that damn broken couch again. The springs are enough to kill me.” Carole grabbed their glasses and the two of them bombed out of the room.
Max leaned on the island across from her, his biceps pressing the fabric of his T-shirt. She dragged her gaze higher to meet his eyes. Laughter reflected back.
She glanced around the room, making sure there was no one near enough to overhear them. The kitchen had emptied, everyone else already congregating in the other room. “You’re such a wise-ass, aren’t you? Your point is everyone is used to seeing us together, without thinking of us as being together.”
He stared at her lips and she fought the urge to lick them. “Right now, that’s the truth. I’d love to have them see us a couple.”
Tasha sat up rigid in her seat. “Junior.”
“I’m being honest. The fact is moving this relationship forward is right, Tasha. It’s right for you, and me, and it’s perfect for the baby you’re going to—”
“Stop.” My God, he was driving her insane. There was a part deep inside that wanted to simply throw herself at him and accept his offer. The other part? Wanted to run far, far away. She obviously was having a split-personality issue. “Not tonight. I’m here to relax. Just—let’s go play and not discuss this right now.”
His expression revealed more than he probably wanted it to. She wished she had an answer for him, but sitting on the fence still felt pretty damn comfortable. He guided her into the living room, his hand warm on her arm. They sat next to each other on the love seat Dave had claimed, crowded together, his thigh tight against hers. Every brush, every twitch, brought a part of her body into contact with his, and every bit of contact caused a reaction. Her breath sped up, her heart pounded. As the game progressed, her ability to concentrate rapidly diminished.
The laughter filling the room echoed in her ears, hollow. She was too distracted by the warmth of his touch, the casual way he leaned against her as he laughed at Carole’s attempts to play. As another team groaned over being caught cheating. All her senses were on high alert, and every one of them wanted him to be deliberately using his considerable talent on her.
But it was only physical attraction. Damn the way her nerves tingled, it wasn’t enough to make forever happen.
Maxwell stiffened beside her when over an hour after the game had begun, his sister arrived with her date. Tasha did a double take, as did all the other girls in the room.
“Oh my, where did Maxy find him?” someone whispered.
The guy was gorgeous, with longish blond hair, face of an angel. Maxwell’s twin introduced him as Jamie, and as they joined in one of the groups, Maxwell’s head swiveled to watch them closely.
Even with Maxwell distracted, it wasn’t enough to interrupt Tasha’s obsession with his casual touch. Her mind raced, to the point that her attention span disappeared. She could barely play during their turn. She had trouble remembering to say polite goodbyes as the game broke up. People flitted around the room and began the trek out the door. All the while, the distracting warmth of his body hovered in close proximity.
It was like her brain had turned into some kind of Maxwell-tracking-device, to the exclusion of everything else. A trace of anger flared.
He smoothed a hand down her arm and she jerked away, deliberately stepping back a few paces to put some space between them. Surprise registered on his face.
“Can I walk you out?” Maxwell asked. Casual, friendly, just like always. No one around them even blinked, but Tasha held on to that flicker of heat. She was pissed at him, and at herself.
She couldn’t make this kind of decision based on the physical rush he gave her. It wasn’t enough—there were too many single moms to prove that fireworks in the sex department didn’t mean the guy would stick around.
“No thanks, I’m good.” She deliberately turned her back on him and grabbed Lila’s attention, hauling he
r friend off and asking some impulsive questions.
Lila eyed her strangely as the rest of the gamers poured out the door.
“Okay, girlfriend. Enough already.”
Tasha found herself dragged back into the kitchen once more and pressed onto one of the bar stools. Defensive instinct kicked in, and she started cleaning, stacking all the glasses within an arm’s reach.
“What’s wrong with you?” Lila asked. “I’ve seen eight-year-olds more with it the night before Christmas. You having troubles with a project or something? Because you’re certainly not here right now.”
Tasha shrugged, carrying a handful of glasses to the sink, wiping down the countertop. She grabbed at the excuse Lila offered. “Couple of projects on the go got me distracted. Sorry, I didn’t think it was that noticeable.”
Lila stared suspiciously. “Fine. Whatever it is you’ll tell me when you’re ready, I suppose. Now, can I get your opinion on a truly curious subject?”
Had Lila noticed something strange about all the attention she’d received tonight from Maxwell? “What?”
“Where the hell did my cousin Maxy find that guy, and do you think there are more lying around? I mean, I’m not in the market for anyone long term, but for a one-night stand? Holy moley, he was fine.”
A laugh escaped. “He reminded me of a swashbuckling pirate.”
They chatted for a short time before Tasha could make her escape. The evening hadn’t turned out to be the relaxing getaway she’d hoped for. The long drive back to her apartment was lonely and silent. The laughter of the evening dissipated like a mess of bubbles on the air.
When she checked her inbox one last time before heading to bed, the reminder of the next doctor’s appointment brought a fresh rush of tension to her shoulders, and crying herself to sleep seemed appropriate.
Chapter Six
Tasha placed the enormous tray of cookies and chocolates she’d brought as her contribution on the table, dodged around a group of children playing on the floor and headed out to the porch where she’d seen the older cousins gathering. She’d had enough of hiding out in her house, trying to make a decision. Joining Gramma Turner’s birthday party seemed a safe alternative. Meeting Maxwell tonight was inevitable, but she figured there were enough people around she wouldn’t have to be alone with him.