Fool's Gold Collection Part 2. Susan Mallery

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Название Fool's Gold Collection Part 2
Автор произведения Susan Mallery
Жанр Короткие любовные романы
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of an issue now?” she asked.

      He nodded.

      Dakota told herself not to read too much into the conversation. Finn was just talking. The fact that he wasn’t determined to stay in Alaska forever didn’t change their circumstances. He’d made it clear several times he wasn’t going to stay in Fool’s Gold. When a man spoke like that, he was telling the truth. It wasn’t code for “try harder to change me.”

      But there was a part of her that wanted it to be. Which made her foolish, and Dakota didn’t like being a fool.

      “You don’t have to make a decision today,” she said. “Even if you don’t stay in South Salmon, there are other parts of Alaska.”

      He glanced at her. “Trying to make sure I don’t change my mind about leaving? That sounds a lot like ‘don’t let the door hit you in the ass.’”

      She laughed. “I would never say that.”

      He chuckled. “Thinking it counts.”

      He put down his wine, then pulled her against him. She went willingly, enjoying the feel of his body against hers. As always, the combination of strength and gentleness aroused her. The man could make her melt without even trying. How fair was that?

      He brushed his mouth against hers. “Dinner’s in the oven?”

      “Uh-huh.”

      “How long do we have?”

      She glanced at her watch. “About fifteen minutes. I was going to make a salad.”

      “Or you could spend the next fifteen minutes making out with me.”

      She wrapped her arms around him and drew him closer. “Salad is very overrated.”

      He pressed an openmouthed kiss against her lips. She parted for him, enjoying the slow, enticing strokes of his tongue. Wanting grew. He put his hand on her knee, then moved it steadily up her body until his fingers caressed her breast.

      Her nipples tightened and the pleasure began. Between her legs, she was already wet and swollen.

      Were they really that hungry, she wondered. Couldn’t she pull the chicken out of the oven and let it finish cooking later?

      She drew back slightly, only to have the phone interrupt the question. Finn reached across to the receiver on the end table and handed it to her.

      She sat up.

      “Hello?”

      “Dakota Hendrix?” an unfamiliar woman asked.

      “Yes.”

      “I’m Patricia Lee. We spoke a few months ago about your adoption application.”

      “What?” She quickly cleared her thoughts. “Oh, yes. I remember.” The international agency had been quick to approve her application. Unlike several of the others she’d tried, this one hadn’t minded that she was single.

      “I heard about what happened with that little boy,” Patricia said. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know if they told you, but there was a mix-up in the paperwork.”

      Dakota had been told the same thing, although she’d never been sure if it really was a mix-up or if the agency had preferred sending the child to a married couple. Either way, it was an odd thing to call about on a Saturday night.

      “Of course I was disappointed,” Dakota admitted.

      “Then you’re still interested in adopting a child?”

      “Of course.”

      “I was hoping you would say that,” the other woman said. “We have a little girl. She’s six months old and quite adorable. I wonder if you would be interested in her.”

      Dakota felt the blood rush from her head and wondered if she was going to faint. “Do you mean it? You have a child for me?”

      “Yes, we do. I’m emailing you her file right now. There are a couple of pictures, as well. I was wondering if you would call me back after you look at the pictures. We have one of our workers returning home late tomorrow. If you want to take the child, she can get on the same flight. Otherwise it might be a couple of months until you can have her. I know this is quick, so if you want to wait we all understand. It won’t change your application status.”

      Dakota’s head spun. They were offering her what she’d always wanted. The chance for a family of her own. And six months old. That was so young. She was somewhat familiar with the developmental problems of a child raised in an orphanage. The younger the child, the more easily those problems were overcome. The little boy she’d been offered before had been five.

      “When would you need to know?”

      “In the next couple of hours,” Patricia admitted. “I’m sorry it’s such short notice. Our contact has been called home with a family emergency. We try to send a child with every adult going home. But again, it’s up to you. We’re not trying to pressure you. If you’re not ready, we’ll call the next family on the list.”

      Dakota walked into the kitchen. She picked up a pen and some sticky notes, then sat at the kitchen table. “Give me your number,” she said. “I’ll look at the file and call you back within the hour.”

      “Thank you,” Patricia said.

      Dakota took the information, then hung up. She sat in her kitchen. She knew she was in a chair with her feet on the floor, but part of her felt as if she were flying. Flying and shaking and emotional beyond tears. She had to still be breathing because she was conscious, but she couldn’t really feel her body.

      Somewhere in the background there was a dinging sound. Finn walked into the kitchen and took the casserole dish from the oven. Then he turned to face her.

      “You’re adopting a child?” he asked, sounding stunned.

      She nodded, still unable to focus on anything. “Yes. They have a little girl for me arriving in L.A.” She looked at him. “She’s from Kazakhstan. Six months old. They’re sending me a file. I need to go turn on my computer.”

      She stood, then couldn’t remember where her computer was. This wasn’t happening, was it? She laughed. “They’re going to give me a little girl of my own.”

      “I know you wanted kids…” His voice trailed off, then he nodded slowly. “You have a lot to deal with. Why don’t I get out of your way?”

      “What? Oh.”

      So much for their romantic dinner, she thought sadly. So much for him. Finn had more than made it clear he wasn’t looking for another family.

      “Thanks,” she said. “I have to make a decision pretty quickly.”

      “No problem.” He started to leave, then paused. “You’ll let me know what you decide?”

      “Of course.”

      “Good.”

      She watched him leave. There was a whisper of sadness, but it quickly faded as she hurried to her spare room and turned on her laptop. The machine seemed to take forever to boot, but when it finally did and she was able to open the file, she saw the picture.

      And she knew.

      CHAPTER ELEVEN

      MAKING THE DECISION was easy, Dakota realized the next morning. The details, on the other hand, threatened to drown her. She’d barely gotten any sleep. Every time she’d closed her eyes, she’d thought of something else she had to do. Even putting a pad of paper and a pen on her nightstand hadn’t helped very much.

      It was barely after eight in the morning, and she was exhausted. She had lists, including supplies, and the names of who she was going to call. The last big issue to be resolved was whether to drive to Los Angeles or to fly.

      Although flying would