The Mckennas: Finn, Riley and Brody: One Day to Find a Husband. Shirley Jump

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Название The Mckennas: Finn, Riley and Brody: One Day to Find a Husband
Автор произведения Shirley Jump
Жанр Современные любовные романы
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Издательство Современные любовные романы
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a real family with you?” Finn asked.

      Ellie watched a family of three pass by them, mother and father on either side of a toddler, who held both his parent’s hands and danced between them. “Maybe. But honestly, I never intended to get married.”

      “Ever?”

      “I guess I was always afraid to get married,” Ellie said softly.

      “Afraid? Of what?”

      “Of being a disappointment and of getting my children caught in an endless limbo of … dissatisfaction.” Ellie sighed. “I looked at my parents, and they were more roommates than spouses. They came and went on their own schedules, and we very rarely did anything as a family. I guess I never felt like I knew how to do it better.”

      “I think a lot of people feel that way,” Finn said after a moment.

      “Do you?”

      He let out a short laugh. “When did this become about me?”

      “I’m just curious. You seem the kind of man who would want to settle down. Complete that life list or whatever.”

      “Yeah, well, I’m not.” He got to his feet and tossed the remains of his sandwich in the trash.

      He had shut the door between them. She had opened herself to him, and he had refused to do the same. The distance stung.

      Ellie glanced at the family across the park. They had stopped walking and were sitting on the grass, sharing a package of cookies. The mother teased the son with a cookie that she placed in his palm, then yanked back, making him giggle. Over and over again they played that game, and the little boy’s laughter rang like church bells.

      A bone-deep ache ran through her. Deep down inside, yes, she did want that, did crave those moments, that togetherness. She’d always thought she didn’t, but she’d been lying to herself.

      She watched Finn return to the bench and realized she wasn’t going to find that fairy tale with the Hawk. He was going about their marriage like he did any other business deal—with no emotion and no personal ties.

      It was what she had wanted. But now that she had it, victory tasted stale.

      Because a part of her had already started to get very, very used to him being her husband.

      AN HOUR on the treadmill. A half hour with the weight machines. And a hell of a sweat.

      But it wasn’t enough. No matter how much time Finn spent in the gym, tension still knotted his shoulders, frustration still held tight to his chest. He’d been unable to forget Ellie—or bring himself to go home to her.

      Home. To his wife.

      Already he was getting far too wrapped up in her, he’d realized. They’d had that conversation at lunch about marriage, and he had found himself wanting to tell her that he felt the same way. That he had never imagined himself getting married, either.

      Then he had come to his senses before he laid his heart bare again, and made the same mistakes he’d made before. He’d watched his parents locked in an emotional roller coaster of love and hate, then repeated those mistakes at the end of his relationship with Lucy. No way was he going to risk that again with Ellie. She saw him as a means to an end—a father on paper for her child—and nothing more.

      He pulled on the lat bar, leaning back slightly on the padded bench, hauling the weights down. His shoulders protested, his biceps screamed, but Finn did another rep. Another. Over and over, he tugged the heavy weight down.

      It wasn’t just the distraction of getting close to Ellie that had him sweating it out in the gym. It was the growing reality of the child she was about to adopt.

      No, that they were about to adopt. He’d promised Ellie that he would go along with her plan, but now he was wondering if that was the right thing to do.

      How could he be a temporary husband, temporary dad, and then, at the end of the hospital project, just pack up his things and go? If anyone knew firsthand what losing a parent suddenly could do to a child, it was Finn. He’d gone through it himself, and watched the impact on his younger brothers. They’d been cast adrift, emotional wrecks who took years to heal, even with the loving arms of their grandparents. How could he knowingly do that to a child?

      He gave the lat bar another pull, his muscles groaning in protest, then lowered the weight back to the base. He was finished with his workout, but no closer to any of the answers he needed.

      He showered, got dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, then hailed a cab and headed across town toward Ellie’s townhouse. Night had begun to fall, draping purple light over the city of Boston. It was beautiful, the kind of clear, slightly warm night that would be perfect for a walk. Except Finn never took time to do that. He wondered for a moment what his life would be like if he was the kind of man who did.

      If he was the kind of man who had a real marriage, and spent his life with someone who wanted to stroll down the city streets as dusk was falling and appreciate the twinkling magic. But he wasn’t. And he was foolish to believe in a fantasy life. His mother had been like that—full of romantic notions that burned out when she saw the reality of her unhappy marriage. Finn was going to be clearheaded about his relationships. No banking on superfluous things like starry skies and red roses.

      He paid the cabbie, then headed up the stairs to Ellie’s building. He paused at the door and caught her name on the intercom box. Ellie Winston.

      His wife.

      Already, he knew they had a connection. It wasn’t friendship, but something more, something indefinable. A hundred times during the meeting today, he found his mind wandering, his gaze drifting to her. He wondered a hundred things about her—what her favorite color was, if she preferred spring or fall, if she slept on the left side of the bed or the right. Even as he told himself to pull back, to not get any deeper connected to this woman than he already was. This was a business arrangement.

      Nothing more.

      As he headed inside, he marveled again at the building she had chosen—the complete opposite to the modern glass high-rise that housed his apartment. Ellie lived in one of Boston’s many converted brownstones. Ellie’s building sported a neat brick facade and window boxes filled with pansies doing a tentative wave to spring adorned every window. The building’s lobby featured a white tile floor and thick, dark woodwork. The staircase was flanked by a curved banister on one side, a white plaster wall on the other. A bank of mailboxes were stationed against one wall, lit from above by a black wrought-iron light fixture that looked older than Finn’s grandmother, but had a certain Old World charm.

      He liked this place. A lot. It had a … homey feeling. At the same time, he cautioned himself not to get too comfortable. They weren’t making this a permanent thing, and letting himself feel at home would be a mistake. He’d get used to it, and begin to believe this was something that it wasn’t. He’d fooled himself like that once before.

      Never again.

      He found Ellie in the kitchen again, rinsing some dishes and loading them into the dishwasher. “Hi.”

      Kind of a lame opening but what did one say to a wife who wasn’t a real wife?

      She turned around. “Hi yourself. I’m sorry, I ate without you. I wasn’t sure what your plan …” She put up her hands. “Well, you certainly don’t have to answer to me. It’s not like we’re really married or anything.”

      There. The truth of it.

      “I grabbed a bite to eat after the gym.” He dropped his gym bag on the floor, then hung his dry cleaning over the chair. “Did you find out when the interview would be?”

      “In a couple days. Linda’s trying to coordinate all the schedules.”

      “Okay.