was none of his business how Lucy led her life or conducted her affairs. His only concern was the children and how best to care for them.
LUCY SETTLED ONTO the smooth leather seat of Nick’s Mercedes, deliciously sated. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d eaten such a wonderful dinner. Years, probably.
Leaning her head back, she closed her eyes. In her lap, she held a container with enough leftovers for a whole meal, perhaps two.
“When does the plane land?”
“Eleven.” A glance at the dashboard confirmed that they had more than ninety minutes before picking up the twins. First, they’d stop at Nick’s house and exchange his car for the van she had leased earlier that afternoon. Then they’d return to the Salt Lake International terminal where the children and their nurses would be processed through customs.
Lucy could barely contain her excitement. All her carefully made plans were about to be set in motion. After suffering through the overwhelming amount of red tape involved in bringing the children to the United States, she’d mentally prepared herself for the worst, knowing that at any moment a technicality could delay the situation yet again. But the plane had safely left Chicago and would begin its descent within the hour.
Lucy yawned as the Mercedes slowed. Realizing that she’d fall asleep if she allowed herself to get any more relaxed, she straightened.
“You’ve gone to a lot of trouble on behalf of the twins,” Nick said as they pulled in to the driveway and rolled to a stop.
Lucy shrugged. “I never really thought of it that way. I’ve done what needed to be done.”
He turned, his arm resting on the back of her seat. One of his fingers toyed idly with a lock of her hair.
“Why have you gone to all this effort? You aren’t related to the children and there are other relief agencies who could have assumed the responsibility of getting them medical care.”
His question pricked her heart. “Do you think so little of me that you’d expect me to turn my back on someone in need?”
He grimaced. “I didn’t mean to imply that I felt you were callous. I simply…” He sighed, his hand moving to the back of her head and resting there. “You’ve always been so driven by your career. Yet now, you’re willing to step away from it all for a pair of strangers. It’s a side of you I’ve never experienced before.”
She pulled away from him. “You must have thought I was really shallow.”
Tugging at the latch, she escaped from the car and strode toward the van. But she’d only taken a few steps before Nick caught her.
“Again, you’ve misunderstood.” With his hands on her shoulders, he drew her toward him. “I’m impressed by the fact that you’ve put your life on hold. I’m impressed by your dedication in tackling the hundreds of details it’s taken to bring them here. When we were engaged, I concentrated so intently on the passion of our relationship that I didn’t appreciate your giving nature until you were gone.”
The admission stunned her. He’d missed her? Even more shocking was his willingness to admit it.
Nick drew her closer, and Lucy didn’t have the will to resist. She pushed away the sensible part of her consciousness that warned her an embrace could only lead to trouble. Instead, she surrendered to the heat that flooded her body.
It had been so long since she’d felt this way. So very long.
When his lips touched hers, she rested against him, her hands absorbing the solid warmth of his chest through the soft texture of his shirt. Then she rose on tiptoe, drowning in the heady desire that Nick’s kiss created.
“Even when you’re a sack of bones, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known,” he murmured when he pulled back to trail his lips from her cheek to her jaw, then down the sensitive arch of her neck.
“Flatterer,” she breathed, the sarcasm of her remark lost in the barely audible response.
She curled her fingers into his hair, drawing him up for another kiss. Yet, even as the passion raced through her, she wasn’t foolish enough to think any good would come from this moment. She was playing with fire and she would be burned. It was inevitable.
It was also the first time in years that she’d felt thoroughly alive….
But as much as she wanted to revel in the emotions she was feeling, Lucy knew she couldn’t. So much depended on her. She couldn’t allow herself to be sidetracked—especially not for selfish reasons.
Dragging her lips away, she whispered, “We need to go.”
“Okay.”
“Right now.”
He took a deep breath, nodded, then finally released her. “Fine. We’ll go. Right now.”
LUCY HAD THOUGHT that Nick would want to bring his own car so he could return directly home from the airport. But he seemed in no hurry, saying he’d come with her in the van, then take a cab from her hotel.
They arrived at Salt Lake International well before eleven o’clock and stowed the van in the short-term parking lot. Then they made their way to the appropriate terminal, where they began their wait.
From the outset, Lucy couldn’t stay still. She paced back and forth between the ticket counters and the baggage claim area, causing more than one security officer to eye her carefully.
Finally, Nick grabbed her wrist. “If you don’t calm down, you’re going to attract security’s attention.”
“Sorry.”
“They’ll be here soon enough, and from that point on you’ll be running nonstop. You should enjoy your last few moments of solitude.”
“You make it sound like I’m an expectant mother.”
He looked at her inquiringly. “Aren’t you?”
His words made her pause, but she shook her head. “I’m only one person in a team of caretakers.”
“And how is that different from a mother who relies on the help of nannies, family or day care to help with her children?”
“My role is temporary.”
He frowned. “Not to those little girls. Right now, you are the most stable influence in their lives. You’re their protector and their cheerleader—and they’re going to need one hundred percent of your commitment.” His eyes softened. “Something I think they already have.”
Warmth rose in her cheeks. Sometimes, she was sure her “commitment” bordered on an obsession. The moment she’d first held the children and felt their tiny bodies moving against her she’d known she could never let them down.
“Miss?”
She turned when a skycap approached.
“Are you Lucy Devon?”
“Yes.”
“I thought I recognized you from TV,” he said with smile. “I was asked to tell you that the party you’re waiting for has arrived safely and the children are well. They will be down as soon as they clear customs.” He held up a set of luggage tickets. “I’ll gather these and meet you by the baggage claim area.”
Lucy took Nick’s hand, urging him toward the base of the escalator where a group of people had gathered to welcome arriving passengers.
Within minutes, two dark-skinned women appeared on the landing. One pushed an oversize carriage-type stroller, while the other carried a large diaper bag and wheeled a small suitcase.
“It’s them. It’s them!” Lucy waved, bouncing up and down. Impulsively, she squeezed Nick’s arm, then ran toward the elevator.
At the sight of her, the weary women broke into smiles