Fortune's Christmas Baby. Tara Taylor Quinn

bolt.”

      “No, you just disappear.”

      “Look, I don’t know what Lizzie told you, but we clearly said no strings attached. Her idea. She had very definite plans for her life and a struggling musician from out of town didn’t fit them. We knew going in that it was only for two weeks. I was here for a gig, left when it was over. End of story.” No one, not even Lizzie, knew of his inane and very dangerous struggle with his own wayward inner yearnings ever since.

      “Not that I didn’t enjoy my time with her,” he was pushed to add. “I did. Very much. She’s special.”

      “You gave her a bogus number.”

      The woman wouldn’t quit.

      “No, I didn’t,” he said, and then added, “I had to change carriers, and the number didn’t convert.”

      True, to a point. He’d changed carriers for Nolan Forte’s private phone, which had been the number he’d given her because he couldn’t trust himself not to engage if she called.

      “You never called her.”

      “Again, no expectation that I’d do so. We exchanged numbers, but made no promises either way. Her idea as much as mine.”

      He turned back to pick up his horn and get on out of there. He’d pick up some comfort food on the way, take it back to his room.

      Or he’d break his cardinal rule while on the road with the band and order a delivery that Nolan Fortune could easily afford. A thousand times over.

      “You need to go see her.”

      Carmela’s words at his back were a direct hit. She’d changed her tactics. Or he’d misheard the pleading in her tone now. He turned and looked at her.

      “She’s still in Austin?” He’d promised himself that wouldn’t be the case, that she’d be graduated from college there and long gone. He only had two weeks to unwind, to recuperate from a long, hard, successful year of business. He needed the break. Deserved the break.

      What he didn’t need was drama from someone he hardly knew. His sisters provided plenty of that back in his real life.

      Carmela stood there staring at him like she had a whole lot more to say. He commanded himself not to ask about Lizzie, but didn’t obey.

      “Didn’t she graduate?” He’d have bet his entire fortune that she had.

      “Yeah.”

      He shook his head, confused. “She got a job here in Austin, then? I was under the impression she planned to settle outside of Texas.”

      “She got a job, yeah,” Carmela said, staring at him like he was supposed to be getting something more from what she was saying. He wasn’t getting it.

      “You two still roommates?” he asked to give himself time to figure out this uncomfortable encounter.

      Surely Carmela didn’t think he owed her something because he’d had a fling with her roommate.

      “Yeah, we’re still roommates,” the fiery-haired woman said. “I don’t graduate until spring.”

      So...wait a minute... “You’re still in the same apartment?”

      He’d been staring up at Lizzie’s actual bedroom window that afternoon? He’d been a few feet away from her door? Walking around where he could have been discovered at any moment?

      “Yeah,” Carmela said, and then dropped her gaze. She glanced around the club, almost guilty-like. “You really need to go see her.”

      He couldn’t. Not for anything. Just...no. He wasn’t going back there again. He’d made it out.

      He backed away from the woman.

      “I’m serious, Nolan.” Carmela took a step forward.

      “If she wants to see me so badly why isn’t she here?”

      “I didn’t say she wanted to see you.”

      Wait. What?

      He shook his head. “Then why would I go see her?”

      Once again her eyes met his, her stare like a slap. “I told Lizzie you were nothing special. That you were like all the rest, just out for a good time. She thought you were different. She thought you actually cared.”

      “We had a two-week thing.”

      “You messed her up, Forte,” Carmela said, turning her back on him now. “If you have any decency in you at all, you need to go see her.”

      The woman’s parting had him right back in hell, longing for what he couldn’t have.

       Chapter Three

      When Carmela asked if she could take Stella with her to run errands Saturday morning, Lizzie didn’t think twice. Her friend had taken ownership of the baby like a second parent, was as fiercely protective as any parent would be and was happier just having Stella around. She also knew that sometimes Lizzie needed a little alone time at home.

      Time to clean her bathroom, in preparation for maybe taking a bubble bath afterward. Time to pay bills, or answer emails, without having an ear to the monitor and a fifty-fifty chance of being interrupted.

      Time to answer the door when the bell rang just fifteen minutes after Carmela had left. She only had an hour or so, was in sweats and the T-shirt she’d pulled on to clean, and wasn’t happy about the interruption.

      Scouring pad in hand, blowing upward to move the stray hairs that had fallen from the clip holding up the knot on the top of her head, she looked through the peephole. And froze.

      Tremors struck the hand that had automatically reached for the knob. Nolan was staring right at her and she had to remind herself that he couldn’t see her.

      But, oh, God, she could see him. That thick dark brown hair that had a tendency to curl just a bit, the jaw that really did jut with strength, the little bit of stubble. If she closed her eyes, which she was doing, she could still feel the rasp of his face against her skin.

      Her lids shot open. He was still there. In black jeans and a red plaid button-down shirt visible through the open front of his leather jacket.

      Her knees felt like she should sit down. The rest of her hummed with a peculiar energy she’d only ever felt once before in her life. For two weeks the year before.

      The warm look in his dark brown gaze made her feel like he was focused right on her. Made her wish he was.

      No.

      She turned away. There was no law that said she had to open her door just because someone rang the bell. No way for him to know she was in there.

      Carmela had taken her car. It had been easier than moving the car seat.

      Car seat!

      Nolan knew where she lived.

      He was in town for two weeks.

      Chances were if he wanted to see her—and he must since he was outside her door—then he’d come back if she didn’t answer.

      And when he did come back, chances were also good that if he found Lizzie home, Stella would be there, too.

      She had to get rid of him now.

      Nolan stood outside Lizzie’s door, wanting this over and done with. Standing outside the door of his greatest temptation was not how he’d envisioned spending his Saturday morning. Carmela had said that she’d make sure Lizzie was home. And that she would not be. She was giving them time alone.

      Why, he had no idea.

      You messed her up, Forte. Carmela’s words the night before had been haunting him ever since.