The Man With The Money. Arlene James

realized how many times—and how ineffectually—she had snapped her fingers or clapped her hands for attention today. More than that, however, he wondered about Ponce, or rather, Ponce’s father.

      As soon as Ponce had called her Mommy, Darren had remembered that she’d mentioned having a five-year-old. It simply hadn’t registered at the time, perhaps because he’d been too intent on learning her marital status. He’d never dated a “mommy” before, not that he was dating one now, not yet. The fact that she had a child didn’t bother him particularly. He liked kids. He doted on his nephew. Still, he couldn’t help wondering about Ponce’s dad, though. He must be an exceptionally handsome man, because Ponce was one of the most beautiful children Darren had ever seen.

      His own curiosity about the man puzzled him. He wondered why Charly and Ponce’s father had parted and where the fellow was now. Could she still be in love with him? The need to know was like a splinter under the skin, not particularly painful but enough of a nuisance to constantly remind you that it was there. He resisted the urge to pick at it as she stopped beside him and lifted a forearm to wipe her forehead with the sleeve of her sweatshirt. The action left her damp bangs standing on end.

      Darren felt a definite tug in his groin. What was it about her? The woman should have been completely unappealing. Her athletic shoes and even her socks were filthy. Her shorts were stretched out and baggy, not to mention grass-stained. In spite of the cool, early-spring air, perspiration had soaked her shirt in spots and left her hair plastered to her head, what wasn’t sticking up. She wore no cosmetics, and a spattering of freckles was even now rising across the bridge of her nose. His palms itched to strip her where she stood. Instead he smiled down at Ponce.

      “You were a big help to your mom out there today.”

      “Absolutely,” Charly agreed, squeezing the boy’s shoulders. “And speaking of help, could you grab the ball and the cups for me, honey?”

      Ponce nodded and moved away with a glance in Darren’s direction. Darren hoped he wasn’t going to have trouble from that quarter. The kid was giving off hostile vibes. Probably wanted his parents back together. Darren put aside that issue and said, “I’m afraid you’re going to need more help than the boy can give you, however.”

      She wrinkled her nose. “I’ll speak to the soccer commissioner about it tonight.”

      Something told him to tread softly, so he said only, “Well, if you can’t get anyone else, I might be able to give you an evening or two a week.”

      She gaped at him. “Really?”

      “If you can’t get anyone else,” he said, shrugging. She smiled, and her whole face lit up. She wasn’t beautiful, even now, but she was dazzling. He gulped and played his next card. “I, um, can see that the five hundred isn’t going to take care of all the team needs.”

      “The fees took most of it,” she admitted with a grimace, “but we’ll make do.”

      “I don’t see the point in that,” he said lightly. “Tell you what, why don’t we do a little shopping, figure out how much more is needed?”

      She considered briefly, then nodded. “Okay, I’ll check around and let you know.”

      He smiled and suggested mildly, “It’ll go faster if we just take care of it together. When can you go?”

      She looked off into the distance, and he knew that she was considering the wisdom of spending time with him. He let her consider, and finally she said, “I’ll have to let you know.”

      “How about tomorrow?” he pressed gently. “You busy tomorrow afternoon? I’ll meet you at Sports World. I hear they have the best prices.” He fished a piece of paper from his polo shirt pocket and added, “I got the kids’ shoe sizes as they came off the field, all but Ponce’s.”

      She was staring at him now. “Shoe sizes?”

      “They can’t play in what they’ve got,” he pointed out. “One little girl was out there in sandals.”

      Charly pushed a hand through her hair, leaving it in wild disarray, and his heart literally thumped. What was it? “I know,” she said, “but sponsors usually just provide jerseys and a few balls.”

      “You want them to be able to compete, don’t you? The other teams will have cleats and real uniforms. As they are representatives of RuCom, we want them to look as good as everyone else.”

      She stared at him a little longer, and then those unusual golden eyes warmed. “That’s wonderful!”

      Pure satisfaction flashed over him, but he shrugged it aside, saying, “It’s just good business, really.”

      “I don’t care what it is,” she told him bluntly. “All I care about is what it’ll do for those kids.”

      “So are you free tomorrow afternoon or not?”

      She bit her lip and then nodded. “I’ll arrange for my grandmother to pick up Ponce from day school. How’s four?”

      It was early, actually, but he nodded, already planning how he could stretch shopping into dinner. “I’ll be waiting out in front of the store. You do know where it is, don’t you?”

      “Behind the mall,” she said, naming a popular shopping spot in Plano.

      “That’s the one. You can give me Ponce’s shoe size then.”

      “Oh, that’s not necessary,” she said. “I’ll take care of Ponce. You just worry about the rest of the team.”

      He just smiled and tucked the list back into his pocket. They’d see about that. He wanted her obligated to him, but his every instinct warned him to go easy. Unlike most of the women he knew, Charly Bellamy was not looking for a man. Well, she’d found one, anyway. All that remained to be seen was what she was going to do with him. He had some very definite ideas about that, but Charly would have to think they were her ideas first. He could wait. Then, when the moment came, he’d make his move. Something told him it would be worth it. What he didn’t truly understand then was that Charly was going to define a whole new category in his catalog of conquests.

      Chapter Three

      Charly depressed the lock and slammed the car door, mentally girding herself for her next encounter with Darren Rudd, who, true to his word, was waiting even now on the sidewalk in front of the Sports World megastore. Tucking her handbag beneath her arm, she turned and strode smartly toward him, every step testing the narrow width of her coral-pink, knee-length skirt. The matching short, boxy, collarless jacket, which she wore open over a simple white, square-necked shell, made the outfit suitable for both the office and early spring, but she was well aware that it was also one of her more flattering suits, and she chided herself now for having chosen it.

      Attractive as Darren Rudd was, she had no business getting involved in romantic entanglements, especially not now. With her application to adopt Ponce at a sensitive place in the process, she wanted nothing to detract or even seem to detract from her commitment as a mother. Mostly, however, it was Ponce’s antipathy toward men in general. No, the last thing she needed just now was a man in her life. While a husband would have been a definite aid, a boyfriend would not. Besides, she was no good at the romantic stuff. Other things always seemed to get in the way. David had proved that.

      Still, if she was going to get involved again, she could do worse than a man like Darren Rudd. He seemed to have a genuine heart for those less privileged than himself, and that, in Charly’s experience, was extremely rare. It was just a shame they hadn’t met at another time. On the other hand, maybe not. Without Ponce and his future to worry about, she knew that she’d have taken a stab at a relationship with Darren Rudd—and likely have gotten her heart broken in the process.

      Smiling because he was smiling at her, she stepped up onto the sidewalk and offered him her hand from sheer force of habit. Instead of shaking it, he clasped it and pulled her toward the building, saying, “Right