She glanced at her watch. It was almost midnight. She was beyond exhausted from a very emotional day and night, and her body ached from the uncomfortable position she'd been in.
She rubbed her eyes and focused on the handsome, sexy man sitting before her. 'I fell asleep again,' she said, embarrassed.
'Don't worry about it. So did I.' He stretched and her gaze fell to the muscles in his forearms and his tanned skin.
Her mouth grew dry and she wished she had a bottle of water to quench her thirst. Better that than wishing she could kiss him and find the moisture she was lacking.
'In the end it was a good idea to bring me tonight.'
Damian smiled. 'Left alone, who knows how my sisters would have handled the reporters.' He grimaced at the thought of subjecting his family to scrutiny they hadn't signed up for. 'You helped my family out a lot. I appreciate it.'
'Well your family is special and I'm glad I got to meet them.'
'They said the same thing about you.' He paused before saying what was on his mind, then decided what the hell. 'Actually the last thing my father said was that I should grab onto you and not let you go.'
His genuine, warm smile stole what was left of Micki's breath.”That's sweet.'
She stepped out of the car, Damian right behind her. When she turned, she found herself staring into his compelling eyes. The hot and humid summer air wafted around them, increasing the heat that rose between them.
She tried to hang onto her focus and keep her desire at bay. 'I've been wondering about something.'
'Shoot.'
'Your parents are happily married, and so are your sisters. They all have kids and they obviously get through any problems together.'
He tipped his head to one side. 'What's your point?' he asked.
She struggled to find the words and decided just to state her thoughts no matter how personal they seemed. 'I guess I'm wondering why, faced with all that, you fight so hard against settling down yourself?'
He shook his head and let out a soft, sexy, rumbling laugh. 'I've asked myself the same question many times.' He braced his hand on the top of the car and leaned his head against his shoulder. 'Do you put a lot of stock in birth order?'
Interesting question, she thought. 'A fair amount, I guess. I mean because I was the youngest, Annabelle felt she had to protect me most after our parents died. She took the brunt of the burden and shielded me from the possibility of foster care if Uncle Yank didn't want-to raise us. She was an adult way before her time.'
'And I was the baby who never had to grow up,' he said. 'My sisters catered to me and mothered me. And I've been lucky in that everything I've wanted has come pretty easily.'
She immediately waved away his point. 'You're known for your work ethic so I wouldn't say things came easily,' she chided.
'I'm not saying I didn't work hard at my career but I had more lucky breaks than most.' He shook his head and laughed, a self-deprecating sound that told Micki he'd given her original question way more previous thought than she'd given him credit for. 'When everything goes your way, you get spoiled.
'So…'
'I work overtime to maintain the image, including the perception of the partying guy with no injuries and no weaknesses.'
'And you think if you let yourself get involved with anyone who means something to you, you'll lose the one thing that means everything to you. Your career.'
'I'm amazed you get it,' he said, his tone filled with surprise and an almost reluctant admiration.
She glanced down at the sidewalk, scuffing the bottom of her shoes against the pavement. 'I guess that's what comes from my spending a lifetime hanging around with professional jocks. I understand the world you deal in.'
'We do have that world in common ' he said gruffly.
Emotion emanated from him and shook her up inside because, although tonight had been about business, she somehow felt closer to him than she had before. Given the circumstances, closer unnerved her.
“But as much as I stand by my choices to keep my career going, I was a damn idiot to get involved with a woman like Carole. She was a meaningless fling and now I may be tied to her for the rest of my life.'
'Payback's a bitch,' Micki said, forcing a chuckle.
But the pain in her heart wasn't at all amusing. Because, as he'd spoken, she'd realized that their time on the island was probably also a meaningless fling.
Suddenly he reached up and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. 'You and I weren't the same as me and Carole' he said, reading her mind.
'I didn't think I was.'
He shook his head. 'Yeah, you did. And I can't say I gave you any reason to believe otherwise.'
She forced a smile. 'Not to worry, I know where we stand'
'No, I don't think you do.' He stared at her, his gaze compelling and enigmatic all at the same time. 'Let me walk you inside?'
She shook her head. 'I'm fine.'
She watched the struggle inside him until finally he stepped back. 'Okay then. I'll meet you outside the doctor's office tomorrow?”
She blinked, surprised. 'The paternity test consultation? You don't need PR help for that.'
'You're right. I don't. But I do need you by my side for moral support.'
Micki groaned. 'Damian…'
'Please.' He met her gaze, his eyes imploring and his tone holding a desperate quality she couldn't resist
'Sure.' She heard herself agreeing, her stomach in knots over involving herself in something so personal.
He exhaled hard, obviously relieved. 'Thank you. Again.”
She forced a smile. She certainly couldn't say it was her pleasure.
'Sleep tight,' he said in a husky voice.
She forced a smile. 'You, too.'
Later that night, alone in her bed, she didn't have to wonder why she felt so empty and alone.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
MICKI HAD A LONG DAY AHEAD of her and no time to come home in between meetings, work and the dinner party for Uncle Yank's birthday. With no alternative, she took the dress she'd bought for the occasion, zipped it into a garment bag and took it with her to work so she could change there. She arrived at the office by 7:00 a.m. to reschedule some appointments and leave a few notes for Amy before heading over to the doctor's office on Park Avenue to meet Damian.
She had knots in her stomach over the idea of discussing paternity tests and Damian's sexual relationship with another woman. She understood his need to have someone there for support, but after thinking things over and over last night, she'd decided she wasn't the right person for the job.
She turned the corner and found Damian already standing outside the door, leaning against a black iron handrail. In his jeans and light blue Polo collared shirt, he was the sexiest man on Park Avenue. In fact, he was one of the only men on this part of Park Avenue so early in the morning, which was a good thing because she didn't think she could handle this conversation in front of an audience.
'Thanks for coming,' he said, walking toward her.
She gathered her courage as she launched right into the speech she'd prepared last night. 'I completely
