money problems were over. Well, not over, but at least in a holding pattern for a while. She had a chance now to do what she needed to grow her business. Which was what today’s lunch meeting with Dom was all about—planning for the future.
“Lovely. Thank you for the confidence boost,” Lucy said.
“I didn’t mean you look bad. You just look…ordinary,” Rosie said.
Lucy looked down at the plain black pants, black turtleneck and black boots she was wearing. The pants were new, the first of her true pregnancy wardrobe. The turtleneck was old and would probably never look the same again after being stretched over her belly.
“I am ordinary,” she said dismissively.
“Why don’t you wear that red stretchy shirt? That always looks great with black.”
“It makes my boobs look huge.”
“Exactly,” Rosie said with a grin.
Lucy rolled her eyes. “You are seriously turning into a pimp. You need help.” She was only half joking—her sister’s continual comments about Dom were starting to wear her down.
“He asked you to lunch,” Rosie said.
“It’s a work meeting, not a date.”
“He likes you, Lucy. He flirts with you every time we see him. Yesterday, when we signed the contract, he even ordered you food from the bar without asking because he knows you get hungry all the time. How many more signs do you want that this man has the hots for you?”
“None. I just signed a partnership contract with him. I don’t want him to have the hots for me.” Lucy shook her head. “Why are we even having this conversation? He does not have the hots for me. He’s a nice guy. He’s considerate. He’s like that with all his customers. He’s like that with you.”
“He doesn’t look at me the way he looks at you,” Rosie said.
“And how does he look at me?” Lucy asked, hands on hips.
“Like he wants to take a bite out of you,” Rosie said. “Like a starving man looks at a feast.”
Lucy hooted with laughter.
“You are so deluded. Starving man, my ass. He’s newly divorced, he’s just spent six months traveling through Italy. He’s probably got women lined up around the block to throw themselves at him. There’s no way he’s interested in a five months pregnant woman. No. Way.”
“You’re nineteen weeks,” Rosie said a little sulkily. “Not quite five months.”
“Which means I’m only cow-like instead of elephant-like. You need to stop trying to live out your teen obsession through me.”
“It wasn’t an obsession,” Rosie said.
Lucy gave her a look.
“Okay, it was slightly obsessive. But that’s not why I want you to wear the red shirt. He’s a nice guy. I think he’d make a great father.”
Lucy stilled, the smile fading from her lips.
“I’m not looking for a father for my baby,” she said.
“Marcus isn’t going to help you carry the load, Lucy,” Rosie said.
Lucy eyed her sister steadily. She needed Rosie to understand that she couldn’t buy into the romantic fantasy she was spinning. She didn’t have the luxury to indulge those kinds of dreams anymore.
“I know you’re trying to help, but please can we stop it with the whole Dom-likes-me thing? He’s my business partner. All I want from him is hard graft and a cash injection. I don’t want him to like me. And I don’t want to like him. We’re business partners, and I need one of those much more than I need a man in my life. Even if that was an option that was on the table. Which it isn’t.”
For a moment Rosie looked as though she was going to object, then she sighed and shrugged a shoulder.
“Fine. Bury your head in the sand.”
Lucy palmed her car keys. “Thank you. You know how much I like it there.”
Dom had given her directions to his house in Carlton and she found it easily. A double-fronted terrace house, it was a pale cream color, the trim painted heritage green and red. Someone had placed terra-cotta planter boxes along the front edge of the front
“Lovely. Thank you for the confidence boost,” Lucy said.
“I didn’t mean you look bad. You just look…ordinary,” Rosie said.
Lucy looked down at the plain black pants, black turtleneck and black boots she was wearing. The pants were new, the first of her true pregnancy wardrobe. The turtleneck was old and would probably never look the same again after being stretched over her belly.
“I am ordinary,” she said dismissively.
“Why don’t you wear that red stretchy shirt? That always looks great with black.”
“It makes my boobs look huge.”
“Exactly,” Rosie said with a grin.
Lucy rolled her eyes. “You are seriously turning into a pimp. You need help.” She was only half joking—her sister’s continual comments about Dom were starting to wear her down.
“He asked you to lunch,” Rosie said.
“It’s a work meeting, not a date.”
“He likes you, Lucy. He flirts with you every time we see him. Yesterday, when we signed the contract, he even ordered you food from the bar without asking because he knows you get hungry all the time. How many more signs do you want that this man has the hots for you?”
“None. I just signed a partnership contract with him. I don’t want him to have the hots for me.” Lucy shook her head. “Why are we even having this conversation? He does not have the hots for me. He’s a nice guy. He’s considerate. He’s like that with all his customers. He’s like that with you.”
“He doesn’t look at me the way he looks at you,” Rosie said.
“And how does he look at me?” Lucy asked, hands on hips.
“Like he wants to take a bite out of you,” Rosie said. “Like a starving man looks at a feast.”
Lucy hooted with laughter.
“You are so deluded. Starving man, my ass. He’s newly divorced, he’s just spent six months traveling through Italy. He’s probably got women lined up around the block to throw themselves at him. There’s no way he’s interested in a five months pregnant woman. No. Way.”
“You’re nineteen weeks,” Rosie said a little sulkily. “Not quite five months.”
“Which means I’m only cow-like instead of elephant-like. You need to stop trying to live out your teen obsession through me.”
“It wasn’t an obsession,” Rosie said.
Lucy gave her a look.
“Okay, it was slightly obsessive. But that’s not why I want you to wear the red shirt. He’s a nice guy. I think he’d make a great father.”
Lucy stilled, the smile fading from her lips.
“I’m not looking for a father for my baby,” she said.
“Marcus isn’t going to help you carry the load, Lucy,” Rosie said.
Lucy eyed her sister steadily. She needed Rosie to understand that she couldn’t buy into the romantic fantasy she was spinning. She didn’t have the luxury to indulge those kinds of dreams anymore.
“I know you’re trying to help, but please can we stop it with the whole Dom-likes-me thing? He’s my business partner. All I want from him is hard graft and a cash injection. I don’t want him to like me. And I don’t want to like him. We’re business partners, and I need one of those much more than I need a man in my life. Even if that was an option that was on the table. Which it isn’t.”
For a moment Rosie looked as though she was going to object, then she sighed and shrugged a shoulder.
“Fine. Bury your head in the sand.”
Lucy palmed her car keys. “Thank you. You know how much I like it there.”
Dom had given her directions to his house in Carlton and she found it easily. A double-fronted terrace house, it was a pale cream color, the trim painted heritage green and red. Someone had placed terra-cotta planter boxes along the front edge of the front
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