him, then breaking their hearts? Was it all just a game to him? And how was she supposed to react to his accusation? If she denied it, she would look as though she were hiding something. If she admitted the truthâ¦well, that wasnât even an option.
She refused to give him the satisfaction of any response.
âSo, what days would be best for you to see Max?â she asked him. âHis bedtime is eight, so if you want to do weeknights it will have to be before that. Sunday afternoons would work too.â
âWeekdays will be tough. Iâve been swamped at work. Iâm lucky if I can get out by nine most nights.â
âNo one said it was going to be easy. You have to make priorities.â
His look said he was poised to jump to the defensive, but instead he took a deep breath and said, âIf I go into the office early tomorrow, I could be out of there by six-thirty. That would get me here a little before seven.â
âThatâs a start,â she said.
âTomorrow it is then.â
A long, uncomfortable silence followed, where neither seemed to know what to say next. Or maybe they had said all there was to say.
âWell, I guess since thatâs settledâ¦â He rose from the couch.
âItâs been a long day, and I donât know about you, but I could go for a glass of wine.â She knew the second the words left her mouth it was a bad idea, but she just wasnât ready for him to leave.
You canât force him to love you , she reminded herself. And she wouldnât want to. She wanted someone without the relationship hang-ups, who loved her unconditionally. If that kind of man even existed.
Nathan studied her, one brow slightly raised. âAre you asking me to stay?â
Yeah, bad idea. âYou know what, forget it. I donât thinkââ
âRed or white?â
His question stopped her. âHuh?â
âThe wine. Do you have red or white?â The hint of a smile tugged at his lips. âBecause Iâm partial to red.â
She shouldnât be doing this. She was still vulnerable. She was only setting herself up to be hurt. For all she knew he could be involved with someone else now. Maybe that was part of the reason for the trial period.
Character flaws, she reminded herself. She couldnât find them if she didnât spend at least a little time with the man.
Just this once, and after this, she would see him only if Max was there.
âThen youâre in luck,â she told him. âBecause I have both.â
Four
âI f youâre sure itâs no trouble,â Nathan said, a part of him hoping she would say it was.
âNo trouble.â
She walked to the kitchen and he sat back down. He wasnât sure what the hell he thought he was doing. He came here to discuss his son, and now that they had, he had no reason to stay. The problem was, he didnât want to leave.
Maybe it was time to admit what deep down he had known all along. He still had unresolved feelings regarding his relationship with Ana. Despite what she probably believed, ending it hadnât been easy for him, either. Ana was the only woman who had ever made him feel like a whole person. Like he didnât have to hide. Almostâ¦normal. But he knew that eventually his demons would get the best of himâthey always didâand she would see the kind of man that he really was. Knowing Ana, and the kind of woman she was, she would want to try to fix him.Well, it wouldnât work. He wasnât fixable. And the less time he spent with her, the better. Especially in situations where Max wasnât there to act as a buffer. So why wasnât he stopping her as she walked to the kitchen and pulled two wineglasses down from the cupboard? Why didnât he get up, grab his coat and get the hell out?
Damned if he knew. Although he was sure good old-fashioned stupidity played a major part.
âSo,â she said from the