finest formal wear. Even Micki had purchased a new gown.
The light pink chiffon complimented her skin tone, or so the lady at Saks Fifth Avenue had told her. Unfortunately, she had no place in the strapless gown to hide tissues and so she'd loaded up on Benadryl in an effort to dry herself out. She couldn't speak without sounding like a frog and her head felt like it was about to explode.
A trip to the doctor this afternoon had resulted in the diagnosis of a sinus infection and so she was on antibiotics as well, but she still wasn't about to miss this big event.
After checking on a few things, Micki headed for the bar and asked for a glass of ice water.
'You'd better make sure no one spikes your drink' a familiar voice said.
Micki drew her shoulders back and turned to face Rick Carter. 'Long time no see. I'm sorry I can't say I missed you,' she said to the man who'd started her roller-coaster affair with Damian Fuller.
Carter inclined his head. 'I'm sorry for changing your drink order that night. I'm sorry for a lot of things,' he said.
She narrowed her gaze. 'You look like the Carter I know but you don't sound like him.' She knew his situation with Carole had to have changed how he viewed life, but considering how he'd treated Micki in the past, she wasn't about to give him the benefit of the doubt so easily.
'I don't blame you for hating me. I just wanted to say I was sorry and maybe one day we can get past it and be friends?'
She nodded warily. 'Apology accepted.' She'd been taught manners, after all. 'As for the future, you'll understand if I reserve judgment'
'Fair enough.' He started to walk away and paused. 'I really am trying to turn over a new leaf. Even if that paternity test doesn't name me-'
'You took the test already?' Micki asked, stunned.
'We sure did, though it takes two weeks to get the results.'
'I see.'
She knew Damian had gone to Florida with Carter but she hadn't known the result of their discussion. She certainly had no idea they'd all taken tests. Because she hadn't returned his calls, Micki thought. Instead she'd had her secretary keep her up to date on anything Damian needed professionally, and there'd been nothing. So how could she have known?
'Well good luck. I hope things turn out the way you want them to.'
He inclined his head. 'Thanks for that'
He walked away, leaving Micki alone with her ice water and stuffy nose. Her head hurt badly. As long as things here were under control, she might as well tell Sophie she was heading home.
Micki looked around for her sister and finally spotted her red dress across the room. She started toward Sophie when a firm hand on her shoulder stopped her.
'Going somewhere?' Damian asked.
Micki stepped back and looked into his dark gaze. 'I didn't realize you'd be here.'
'Why not? All the Renegades were on the invitation list.'
She shrugged. 'I know. I just thought…you wouldn't be in the mood for a party.'
'I'm not. But (a) it's for a good cause, (b) you put the event together and (c) I knew you'd be here. Any one of those reasons works for me.'
His grin turned her insides into a mushy mess. 'Well thanks for coming but I was just leaving.'
His smile quickly faded. 'Why the rush? I was hoping to talk to you.'
As much as she'd love to spend more time with him, Micki had already decided to protect her heart. 'I'm not feeling well. Why don't you call me?'
'Because you don't answer my messages. Come on, one dance. We'll talk and then you can go home and take care of that cold,' he said, his voice gruff and just short of pleading.
Before she could reply, he grabbed her hand and led her out to the dance floor. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her toward him, his body flush with hers.
Her back tingled where his palm rested. 'You don't want to get too close. You'll catch my cold.'
'I'm not worried. So how's your uncle doing?' he asked, his breath warm against her ear. His body moved in a graceful glide around the dance floor, sweeping her along with him.
'He's fine. Driving people in the rehab place nuts but he shouldn't be out of commission too long.'
Damian nodded. 'That's good. I'll get by to see him this week.'
'He'd like that.'
'And the merger?' he whispered the private words so no one else could overhear.
She shook her head. 'Slow as you'd expect with Spence and Uncle Yank pulling from opposite ends. They'll run up hefty lawyer bills but it'll get done.'
He chuckled, the low rumble of laughter in his chest reverberating against her. 'And his eyesight?'
'He doesn't complain. He never did. I think he's too busy hiding how he really feels.'
Damian raised his hand, still in a brace. 'I can definitely relate to his situation,' he muttered.
'Any improvement?' she asked, gently touching his hand.
'Not considering how long it's been immobilized. I've had some physical therapy, too. It's August and the play-offs are in sight for September. I just don't know if I'll be playing in them.'
He sounded resigned but more accepting than she'd heard him before. She wondered what, if anything, had changed in his mind but decided not to ask. She couldn't keep her distance if she let herself get wrapped up in his emotions.
They continued to move together in rhythm. He intertwined his fingers with hers and pulled her hand tighter against his chest. The gesture felt intimate somehow and, despite herself, Micki trembled.
'We took the paternity tests,' Damian said, breaking the silence.
She nodded. 'Carter told me.'
'I'd have told you myself if you'd returned my calls. Carole is not happy. For some reason I can't fathom, she wants this kid to be mine.'
'Good genes?' She strove for a lighthearted laugh.
'All I care about is whether you like what's in my jeans.' He treated her to the sexy wink she adored.
'Maybe that's the problem,' she murmured. 'I like it too much.'
His heartbeat slow and steady, both soothing and arousing, reminded her of all she couldn't have. Suddenly she jerked away from his warm body and solid hold, not caring if she drew attention, just needing to escape from all that she could never really have.
'We had our one last time,' she said. Then Micki ran for the door before she changed her mind and indulged in another.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
THE MINUTES OF THE CLOCK on the doctor's office wall ticked slowly by. Damian had met Carter and Carole at the office for the paternity results and they all sat in the cramped Manhattan space, none saying a word.
Damian hadn't seen Carole since their last discussion in Florida. Since Carter had taken it on himself to make her travel plans and pick her up at the airport, Damian had stepped aside. The other man deserved a shot at proving himself to the woman he obviously loved. Carole shot him daggers with her not-so-subtle glares and Damian figured she was royally pissed because he'd allowed Carter to take over.
Well, hell. The two of them had a strange relationship but damned if he'd stand in the way. Once Carole got over her obsession with Damian, she'd see Carter had potential. Damian glanced at the clock and wondered if the results would let him walk away and leave these two to figure out their relationship or if he'd forever be the obstacle between them.
He rubbed his hands together-the brace was now for bedtime only-and realized his palms were sweating. A sure sign of nerves. How could he not be stressed when his mind was juggling thoughts of his career and possible fatherhood. And then there was Micki…
