herself. As far as Conall went, there would never be a time for them. And she had more important issues to focus on. Like two little tots with golden-red hair and blue eyes.
âI am hungry,â she admitted. For food. Not for a man like him, she mentally added.
âGreat. Thereâs a little restaurant right across the street that looks good.â
âJust give me a moment to fetch my purse and sweater from the room,â she told him.
A few minutes later, they were seated at a small table in a family-type restaurant that featured Italian dishes. Vanessa ordered ravioli while Conall chose steak and pasta. As they waited for their salads and drinks to be served, Conall glanced around the long room decorated with early dated photos of Las Vegas and simple, homestyle tables covered in brightly striped cloths.
Seated directly across from him, Vanessa asked, âIs this place not to your liking? We can always find another restaurant.â
Surprised by her suggestion, he turned his gaze on her. âIâm perfectly satisfied. Why do you ask?â
One of her slender shoulders lifted and fell in a negligible way. âI donât know. The way you were looking around and frowning.â
âI frown all the time.â A wry smile touched one corner of his mouth. âAt least, thatâs what my mother tells me.â
âMothers donât like to see their children frown,â she reasoned. âMine never did. She always told me to smile and count my blessings.â
As Conallâs gaze dwelled on his secretaryâs face, he was surprised at how easy and pleasurable it was to look at her and be in her company. Heâd not expected to enjoy any part of this trip. Heâd only done it because she was a woman alone and in need, and she was a dedicated employee. But he was quickly discovering that Vanessa was more than an efficient secretary, she was a lovely woman and, like it or not, desire was beginning to stir in him for the first time in a long, long time.
âYou must miss your mother terribly,â he said. âI was surprised when I heard about her passing. The last time Iâd seen her in church she seemed very spry.â
Her gaze suddenly dropped to the tabletop, but Conall didnât miss the sadness on her face. The image bothered him almost as much as her tears had yesterday. And for some reason he felt guilty for not attending Mrs. Valdezâs funeral services. Even though heâd not known the woman personally, he should have made the effort for Vanessaâs sake. But at that time, sheâd not been working as his secretary; sheâd merely been a past acquaintance, whoâd left the valley years ago.
âYes. Mama appeared to be a picture of health. That made her sudden heart attack even harder to take,â shesaid quietly, then lifted her gaze back to him. âHer death was one of the main reasons I left Las Vegas and returned to Tinnie. I missed the end of my motherâs life. I want to be around for my father as much as I can beforeâ¦he leaves me.â
Other than the twins, she certainly didnât have much in the way of family. The idea troubled Conall, although he wasnât sure why. Plenty of people he knew had lost their parents or were lacking family of any kind and they didnât necessarily garner his sympathy. At least, not the deep sort of regret he felt for Vanessa.
âYou gave up a very good job to return to your family home and your father,â he commented. âI have to admire you for that, Vanessa.â
Her eyes were full of doubt as they connected with his.
âIâm not sure that I made the most sensible decision, Conall. I did have a good job and a little house in a nice part of town. Materially speaking, I had much more here in Vegas than I ever had in the valley. Butâ¦â Pausing, she let out a long sigh. âMoney isnât a cure-all.â
No one knew that any better than
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