Conall. Money couldnât change the fact that a childhood fever had killed his chances to ever father a child of his own. Nor had money been able to fix his shattered marriage. In fact, being rich had only compounded the problems heâd endured with Nancy. But since his divorce heâd tried his best to bury those painful personal details. They certainly werenât matters he wanted to discuss with a woman, and that included Vanessa.
âYouâre not worried about the twinsâ financial future, are you?â he asked. âHopeâs life insurance appears to have left them set up nicely for college.â
âIâm not worried about the financial part of this,â shereplied. âMy parents raised six children. Surely I can manage two.â
âBut youâre not married,â he pointed out.
From the stiff line of her shoulders to the purse of her lips, everything about her looked offended by his comment.
âYou think having a man around would be a help?â
The bitterness in her short laugh was something heâd never heard from her before. The idea that this gentle woman might hold any sort of hard streak inside her took him by surprise. âIâm a man,â he answered. âI like to think weâre a helpful gender.â
Frowning, her gaze left his to travel to an insignificant spot across the room. âLook, Conall, Iâve already had one husband I had to support, I donât want another. I can do just fine without that added burden.â
So sheâd ended up marrying a man just like her parasitic brothers. No wonder there was bitterness on her tongue. But how and why had she made such a mistake in judgment? He would have thought sheâd seen enough freeloading men to spot one at first glance.
Yeah. Just like youâd been able to spot Nancyâs twisted character. You didnât use good judgment with her, either. You allowed love to lead you around. And around. Until you were walking down a path of destruction.
Clearing his throat, he tried to ignore the mocking voice going off inside him. âI wasnât trying to suggestââ
Shaking her head, she interrupted, âForget it, please. Iâ¦didnât mean to sound so catty. Itâs just that after Jeff⦠Well, I resent the idea of being told I need a man.â
Like he resented his family telling him he needed another woman in his life, Conall thought. Hell, getting hooked up with another woman like Nancy would finishhim. And finding a nice, family-oriented woman that he could love wasnât as simple as it sounded. Oh, heâd tried. Once the initial blow of his divorce was over, heâd returned to the dating scene and attempted to put his heart into starting his life over with another woman. But as soon as he made it clear that he couldnât father children, all his dates had backed away from him. Sure, for the most part theyâd all been kind and empathetic to his problem, but in the end none of them had wanted to start out their lives with a man that couldnât give them a family of their own. After a while, Conall had grown so weary of being rejected over and over that heâd finally given up on finding love, marriage and anything in between. And for the past few years heâd pretty much convinced himself that he was better off being alone and focusing all his attention to his job.
Vanessaâs cynical remark was still dangling in the air between them when the waitress arrived with their drinks and salads. After the young woman served them and went on her way, he could feel Vanessaâs gaze on him and he paused from the task of stirring sugar into his tea to glance at her. Clearly, from the expression on her face, she wanted to speak her mind about something.
âWhat?â he prompted.
She hesitated before giving her head a slight shake. The gentle waves of hair lying on her shoulders shook with the movement as did the blue