Unexpected Father. Carolyne Aarsen

nodding and smiling at them.

      Mia, the last one in the room, was hooking her purse over her shoulder. As she walked past Denny she gave him a quick smile. “Nice meeting you,” she said, looking back at Evangeline again, giving her a discreet thumbs-up.

      Ignoring her friend, Evangeline handed Denny the bags and he took them with a murmured thanks. But he didn’t leave.

      When Mia had disappeared down the end of the hallway, Denny turned back to Evangeline and smiled. “I thought I should tell you, I got another message from your dad. He asked me to let you know that he got a line on a new project. He said he’d be tied up for a couple of weeks for sure.”

      Evangeline felt her heart grow heavy, like a rock in her chest, as she just stared at Denny.

      “He couldn’t tell me himself?” she said, unable to keep the chill out of her voice.

      Denny shrugged, his smile fading away. “He said he tried to call you—”

      “He didn’t try at all,” she snapped. She was about to say more, but stopped, aware of Denny’s puzzled look.

      “I’m sorry,” he said. “I just thought I would let you know.”

      Evangeline lifted her hand to stop his apology. “It’s not your fault.”

      “Maybe not, but I am sorry,” he said again, holding his hand out as if in a peace offering. “When I told him to call you himself, he said he tried, so I offered to tell you.”

      Evangeline heard the sympathetic note in his voice and, unable to stop herself, looked up at him.

      In his dark eyes she caught a glimmer of sympathy.

      He does have thick eyelashes, she thought. And kind eyes.

      A small spark of longing was kindled in her and for a heartbeat she felt a connection to him.

      Then she caught herself, brought reality into the situation and glanced away. Was she crazy?

      Not hero material, she reminded herself. He was exactly like her father, which was the last thing she needed in her life right now.

      Plus, he had a baby he had to take care of.

      “Thanks for telling me,” she said quietly, looking away. Stepping back. “I’ll try to call him when I have the time.”