Detective Barelli's Legendary Triplets by Melissa Senate

Author:Melissa Senate
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2018-04-16T13:51:25+00:00

Chapter Ten

The next morning, Norah woke very early and made twelve pot pies to deliver to the Pie Diner, the need to keep her eyes and mind on the various pots and timers a help in keeping her mind off Reed. But as she slid the last three pies from the oven, the smell of vegetable pot pie so comforting and tantalizing that she took out a frozen one to heat up for her breakfast, she couldn’t stop hearing him say he wasn’t the triplets’ father.

She knew that. And of course, he didn’t say it outright because he was Reed Barelli. But she’d been under the impression that fatherhood was part of the deal. Until she’d heard what had come stumbling out of her own mouth last night. He’d said again that being married, spiked punch or not, served them both. And she’d said something like, “Right, you got your ranch, I got some security.”

Security. That was very different than “a father for my children.”

Her shoulders slumped. Maybe she hadn’t thought this through quite far enough. A father for her kids should have been first on her list, no?

Except you weren’t looking for a father for your kids, dummy, she reminded herself. You weren’t looking for anyone. You got yourself in a situation and you didn’t undo it so that you and your babies could have that security: a safe house, another caring adult, the financial burden lifted a bit, one more pair of hands. All that in a kind, supportive—and yes, sexy as all get-out—husband.

No one, certainly not Reed Barelli, had used the word father.

Okay. She just had to let it sink in and accept it. Her marriage was platonic. Her husband was not her children’s father. She had a good setup. It was good for the both of them.

“Do people eat pot pie for breakfast?” Reed asked as he walked into the kitchen in a T-shirt and navy sweats. Even his bare feet were sexy. His hair was adorably rumpled and as the sunlight illuminated half his face, he looked so beautiful she just stood there and stared at him until he tilted his head.

“Pot pie is appropriate for all meals,” she said. “Seven a.m. Three p.m. Six p.m.”

“Good, because this kitchen smells so good I’m now craving it.”

“You’re in luck because I have six frozen in the freezer. Just pop one in the oven for a half hour. It’ll be ready when you’re out of the shower.” She glanced at her watch. “I’m going to drop these off at the Pie Diner and pick up the babies, bring them home and then go to Sara Dirk’s with some frozen pot pies. I think she could use a freezer full of easily reheatable meals.”

“That’s thoughtful of you. Tell you what. Why don’t you go to Sara’s and I’ll deliver the pies and pick up the rug rats and bring them home. I’m not on duty till noon.”

“I can pick up the triplets,” she said, her stomach twisting. “They’re my children and I—”

“Norah,” he said, stepping closer.

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