“Yeah, I do,” Tula told her friend. “Nathan’s room needs some brightening up.”
“Great! I’ve already got some fabulous ideas.”
“I trust you,” Tula said, then added, “I’ve only got one request.”
“What’s that?”
“Paint in the Lonely Bunny somewhere, will you?” She reached out and smoothed her fingertips along Nathan’s cheek. “That way it will almost be like I’m still here, watching over him. Even after I’m gone.”
“Oh, sweetie…”
She heard the sympathy in her friend’s voice and steeled herself against it. Tula didn’t want pity. In fact, she wasn’t sure what exactly she did want. Beyond Simon, of course, and that was never going to happen.
It would have been easier to seduce Tula if they hadn’t already been to bed only to have the fight that had left both of them furious.
But Simon was nothing if not determined.
He dismissed Mick’s warnings that seemed to repeat over and over again in his mind. After all, Mick was married. He and Katie had been together since college. They fit together so well, it was hard to believe they hadn’t started out life joined at the hip. So how could his best friend understand the tension, the stubborn refusal to back down once a position was taken? How could he know anything about the sexual heat that flared during an argument?
How could he ever understand the enmity Simon felt for the Hawthorne family?
Simon knew exactly what he was doing—as he always did. And the fact that Mick disagreed wasn’t going to stop him.
This plan of his was going to kill two birds with one impressive stone, he told himself. Not only would he be able to indulge himself with Tula—something he hadn’t been able to stop thinking of—but he’d also have the revenge on her father that he had been dreaming of for three years. It would absolutely fry that old man when he found out that his daughter had been in Simon’s bed.
But first things first. Before his plan could get into motion, Simon had to start making arrangements for when he had custody of Nathan. He wouldn’t have Tula to care for the baby while he was at work, so he would need someone responsible for the job.
He didn’t let himself think about the fact that when that day came, Tula would be out of their lives.
Nine
An hour later, he was home early again and didn’t even stop to admit that since Tula had come into his life, he’d found less and less reason for hanging around the company. Instead, he seemed to be drawn to this old house and the woman inside it.
Simon found Tula in the backyard, watching Nathan squirm on a blanket beneath the winter sun. She turned to look at him and he could actually see her freeze up. A part of him regretted being the cause of that. He was too accustomed to her easy smile and ready laugh. Seeing her so wary, so cold, gave him a pause that none of Mick’s not so subtle warnings had managed to do.
But he reminded himself that she was a Hawthorne and had never bothered to mention it. How much did he owe her anyway? Besides, he had a plan now and once Simon picked a direction, he didn’t deviate. That would indicate that he doubted himself and he never did that.
Stuffing his hands into the pockets of his slacks, he walked down the flagstone steps that led to the landscaped yard. Each step was slow, deliberately careless, letting her know that though she might be angry, he was just fine.
Liar.
His brain shouted out that single word and he recognized the truth in it. But damned if he’d let her know.
“Isn’t it a little cold out here for him?” Simon asked, nodding at the boy who was wearing a shoulder-to-toes zip-up blanket sleeper.
“Fresh air’s good for him,” she said stiffly. She countered, “You’re home early.”
He grinned, pleased that she’d noticed. “I am. I wanted to talk to you.”
“Oh, can’t wait,” she said, sarcasm coloring her tone. “Our last conversation went so well.”
Good, he told himself. She was still bothered. He liked knowing that what they’d shared had hit her as hard as it had him. And more, he wanted to share it all again. A lot.
He took a seat beside her on the blanket and hid a smile when she scooted away a bit. As if she didn’t trust herself too near him. He knew just how she felt.
At the moment, all he really wanted to do was grab her and hold her and—
“What can you possibly have left to say that you didn’t say last night?”
“Plenty,” he admitted, drawing one knee up and resting his forearm on it.
“Let me guess,” she said, her blue eyes snapping with banked fury. “You’ve found a way to blame me for global warming? Or am I a spy of some kind, sent to ferret out all of your secrets and feed them to your enemies?”
He just stared at her. Was that last statement for show or was she actually trying to tell him why she was really there? “Is that a confession?”
“Oh, for heaven’s sake, Simon,” she snapped in a whispered hiss. “You know darn well it’s not. I’m just trying to guess how you’ll insult me next.”
He wondered, but let it go for now. “As a matter of fact, I don’t want to talk about you at all,” he said. “Now that we’re committed to getting me ready to take over custody of Nathan, we have to find a competent nanny.”
“A nanny?” she asked in the same tone she might have used to ask, You want to hire an axe murderer?
He nodded, pleased with her reaction. Even if he was confused about her motivation for being there, with him, he knew for a fact that she loved Nathan.
“I’ll still have to work, so when you leave, I’ll need someone here with the baby. I think a live-in nanny would be the best way to go, don’t you?”
“I don’t know,” she said, glancing down at the babbling baby. “I hadn’t really thought about someone else caring for him on a day-to-day basis.”
Actually, Simon didn’t much care for the idea of a stranger in his house taking care of his son while he wasn’t there. But he couldn’t see any way around it, either. No matter how his plan ended up working out, Tula wouldn’t be here for him and Nathan to count on.
He really didn’t like the thought of that, but refused to explore the reasons why.
“He can’t go to work with me,” Simon said abruptly, watching her reaction.
“No, I suppose not.”
“Is there a problem?”