Amelia did her best to get back to work after Isabel's outburst. She had hacking to do and she had bills to pay with very little money in her account. She sighed as she stared at the screen. Normally she could get lost in the lines of code she might have to write to hack into a system. Today she couldn't focus. Maybe it was the pregnancy. She was hungry and hoped she could make it to the kitchen and back without getting too lost. The house was a monster and she hadn't yet tamed it. Avoiding Isabel would be priority number one, also. When Amelia reached the kitchen, she glanced at the clock on the oven. It was later than she'd thought. It was time for dinner. She didn't see a chef or anyone making food going on. She also didn't know Alex's schedule. Should she call him? Not that would be stepping over some boundary that she wasn't sure was there. "I'll cook for both of us."She hadn't encountered Isabel on her trek to the kitchen, which was a plus. Should she make food for her to
Amelia was unable to sleep so she wandered down to the kitchen for some tea. She could fire up her computer and get work done, but she wasn't in the mood. Instead, she wandered around the first floor, tea in her hand. Just as she reached the front door the bell rang. She jumped enough that she almost spilled her tea. It was after midnight. Who would be at the front door? She knew there were people to answer it, but she felt silly waiting for them when she was perfectly capable of opening the door herself. She opened it to a woman dressed in a trench coat. It wasn't cold enough for one so Amelia looked at her puzzled. "Can I help you?""I'm Tara.""Okay.""Who are you?"The woman looked down her long nose at Amelia who wasn't ready to share her name with this stranger. "Are you looking for someone?""Not you."Amelia could have guessed that. Tara breezed into the house and Amelia wished for one of those servants to appear. She had no idea who Tara was and why the woman was wearing a
Alex's phone woke him up. He had fallen asleep answering emails and he needed to stop doing that. He should turn off his phone at night, but he didn't.And now he'd been pulled out of a salacious dream. About Amelia. He sighed and rolled over to grab the phone off his nightstand. He almost choked on his tongue when he saw who it was. She'd sent him a photo of her standing in his driveway wearing just a trench coat. Tory would be the last person on this earth he wanted to see, let alone see naked. He'd been there, done that, and didn't need to again. He shifted his pillow so he could lean against his headboard. He stared at the picture, not because he wanted to ogle her, but more in disbelief.He'd done everything in his power to discourage Tory. She was the daughter of a Mafia Don and he wanted nothing to do with her. Apparently, she hadn't given up on him. He sighed and dialed her number. "Anima Mia."Alex cringed. It meant her soul. He wasn't her soul. He wasn't her anything oth
Isabel was nowhere to be found when Amelia reached the dining room. It could have been because she took a few wrong turns along the way. There was toast and coffee and some eggs. Her stomach rumbled and she put some food on a plate. She knew from reading literature that she shouldn't drink coffee. She also needed to make a doctor's appointment. She might as well acknowledge that she was pregnant by getting a checkup. She was surprised Alex hadn't insisted on it yet. She was ahead of him in her thinking. She yawned. At least she had gotten some sleep after the commotion last night. Would Alex make an appearance? Footsteps echoed on the tile and Alex strode into the dining room. He wasn't as put together as normal. He poured a larger cup of coffee and then sat at the table. "I wanted to apologize for the disruption last night. It won't happen again."There was no need to apologize. This was his house. "I'm not keeping you from your booty calls am I?"Alex grimaced. "No. I wanted no
Amelia didn't know what to think as she took a bite of her eggs. Why would Isabel send her a hacking job? Why would she suddenly be so nice?"I don't understand," Amelia said putting down her fork. "What don't you understand?""You can't stand me and now you're giving me a job? Finding me a client? It's only been a few hours since you tried to get someone in her to seduce your father."The whole idea of arranging a booty call for Isabel's father just sat wrong with Amelia. She couldn't imagine being so threatened by anyone that she would do that. But Isabel had. "I guess I have to make up for that.""Why? I'm not trusting this change in attitude, Isabel. You were full of venom just a few hours ago," Amelia said. "Why would I trust you to get me a client."Isabel shrugged. "Maybe I've seen the light.""I don't buy it. Take your client somewhere else.""You need the money?"She did need the money. Alex had paid her bills, but there would be bills the next month and the month after that
Alex strolled into the kitchen from the garage. He'd driven to work this morning, leaving his driver home. He wasn't sure why, but he'd been in the mood to drive himself. A lot was going on and maybe he'd needed time to think. Driving helped him do that. The scent of meat cooking hit him as he hung his keys on their hook. His mouth watered and he wondered what had possessed his cook to make steak today. When he entered the kitchen fully, he realized that once again, Amelia had let the cook go home early. He'd guess Amelia had been restless. As if it were contagious from him. He'd been feeling unsettled for days. The addition of Amelia to his house hadn't precipitated it, but her presence had added to it. He was going to be a father again and he was going to be just as attentive to this one as he had been to Isabel. Could he see himself doing midnight feedings at his age? He wasn't so sure, but he and Amelia could work that out.He'd thought that as if they had a future together. We
Amelia had yet to check out Isabel's lead, but she had other ideas. One of her clients was located at the edge of the city. She could get to it easily and maybe if she went there in person, they'd pay her. The office was in a small town in a suburb and she parked in a lot at one end of the shopping district. The customer hadn't been a large account, but if she could put some money in savings she'd feel better. The office was above an Irish pub and the noise of the bar was surprising for this early in the day. The steps weren't rickety, but they spoke of age and had a personality to them. She knocked at the top of the steps and someone murmured for her to come in. The office wasn't as large as she'd expected it to be, and now she understood why the person hadn't paid. If this was their operation, she had no idea why they'd hired her to hack into the system. This couldn't be the main office, but it was the only address she had. "I'm looking for James Forest.""You've found him.""I'
"You don't think I handled it well," Amelia said. Alex knew he stepped in it. He had no right to judge her or her tactics. She was in her twenties and looked at life differently. She didn't have the benefit of experience, nor did she have a phalanx of lawyers behind her. She only had her stubbornness. That resulted in an hour in a jail cell. No convictions, but he had paid a fine for her. "I'm sorry, Amelia. It isn't my place to say anything.""It is your place. You took time out of your day to rescue me."Rescue. That was a loaded word. He hadn't ever planned on rescuing anybody, but if there was anyone in need of it, Amelia was it. She was pregnant. She had very little money and if he hadn't taken her in, she would be homeless. What he also knew was that she never would have asked for his help if she wasn't in jail. That had been the precipice for her to ask for help. She wouldn't again. It was up to him to offer or at least do it without her knowing it. He didn't like that idea,