Harlequin Special Edition January 2018 Box Set 2 of 2 by Stella Bagwell

Author:Stella Bagwell
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781488094064
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2017-10-15T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

Giles switched Lily from one arm to the other as he rang the bell to the town house that once was his childhood home. A buzzing sound answered his ring and he shouldered the door open, holding it for Mya to enter the vestibule. The instant he saw the antique table and two straight-backed pull-up chairs, he was reminded that Mya would be the first woman he would bring home to meet his parents. There were a few women that had been his plus-one for various fund-raisers where social decorum dictated he make introductions but nothing beyond that.

“You can leave the bags by the table,” he directed the driver who had unloaded their luggage from the trunk of the limo. Reaching into his shirt pocket, he slipped the man a bill.

“Thank you, Mr. Wainwright.”

The door closed behind the driver at the same time the one at the opposite end of the hallway opened. Amanda placed both hands over her mouth, walking toward them as if in a trance.

The tears filling her eyes overflowed and ran down the backs of her hands. “Oh my heavens,” she whispered through her fingers. She extended her arms. “May I hold her?”

Giles placed Lily in her grandmother’s outstretched arms. “She’s heavier than she looks.”

Amanda’s expression spoke volumes. It was obvious she’d instantly fallen in love with her granddaughter. “She’s so precious!” She took a step and kissed Giles’s cheek. “Thank you for bringing her.” She beckoned to Mya. “Come here, darling, and give me a kiss.”

Mya approached Giles’s mother and pressed her cheek to the older woman’s. “Thank you for opening your home to us.”

A tender smile parted Amanda’s lips. “You are family. So my home is always open to you. Please come in and relax before we sit down to eat. You picked the perfect time to visit New York because we’re having an Indian summer and it’s warm enough for us to eat in the backyard. Speaking of food,” she continued without pausing to take a breath, “Giles told me that you make your own baby food, so I got the blender you need.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Wainwright.”

Amanda wagged a finger. “None of that Mrs. Wainwright around here. Please call me Mom or Amanda.” She wrinkled her delicate nose. “Personally I prefer Mom.”

Mya nodded. “Then Mom it is.”

Giles rested a hand at Mya’s waist. “Go on in, sweets. I’ll bring the bags.”

He picked up Lily’s diaper bag, grasped the handles to Mya’s rolling Pullman and followed his mother and Mya down the carpeted hallway to his parents’ street-level apartment.

His father purchased the three-story town house when he was still a bachelor. He renovated the entire structure, adding an elevator, and eventually rented the second-and third-story apartments. There had been a time when the entire building was filled with Wainwrights, when the younger Patrick occupied the third floor and Giles the second. They’d joked about moving out without ever leaving home.

He had just walked into the entryway when his father appeared. “Hi, Dad. I didn’t expect to see you here.

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