Sensuous Angel by Graham Heather

Author:Graham, Heather [Graham, Heather]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
ISBN: 9781480408753
Publisher: Open Road Media
Published: 2013-04-22T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TEN

IT HAD BEEN A long day. Donna had wrestled with the accountant all morning over fiscal year quarterly taxes, then she had spent the afternoon with the ad exec who was taking over their account. She wanted nothing more than to drive out of Worcester to her own small house in Auburn and soak in a tub of hot bubbles all night.

Donna collected her purse and sweater and moved down the hallway to the firm’s largest office—her father’s. She smiled at his secretary, then slipped inside.

Sal Miro had eyes as light as his daughter’s and hair as dark, except that his was streaked with what Donna thought of as very dignified silver. He was a handsome man, she thought with pride. Medium height, slim build, and generally, a smile for everyone. He had been brought to the United States as a small boy, and he had embraced his new country with nothing short of reverence. Neither the long years of struggle to build the business nor the insanity in the house where he had raised, and was still raising, the last of his six children had ever damaged his sunny disposition.

He was on the phone when she entered the office, so she waited, returning his smile. But after he said good-bye, he didn’t hang up the receiver. He grimaced slightly and handed it to Donna. She glanced at him questioningly. “Your grandmother,” he whispered.

Donna grimaced herself and took the phone. “Hi, Gram.”

“Donna, you come to dinner tonight.” Her grandmother’s heavily accented English made Donna smile.

“Gee, Gram, I’d love to, but—”

“No butsa! You come. I have a surprise for you.”

Donna exhaled. Her grandmother—whom her father had taken after, thank God!—was surely the sweetest woman in the world. It was hard to refuse her anything. “I’m really tired, Gram.”

“You don’ta eata right!”

Donna chuckled. “Gram, if I ate like you wanted me to, they’d have to roll me down the street. Listen, Gram, another night, okay? I’m really—”

“Per favore, Donna!”

“All right, all right, I’ll be there! But I can’t stay late!”

“Gratzie!”

The receiver went dead in Donna’s hand. Her father winked at her. “You should have said yes to begin with and saved yourself some trouble.”

Donna laughed and took her father’s arm. “You’re probably right. Grandpa hollers, but Gram just asks softly and we all jump.”

“Yep—same way it’s been for years,” her father agreed. He stared at her as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

“What, Dad?” She asked him.

“I’m glad she called, and I’m glad you’re coming home for dinner tonight,” Sal said. “You’ve been a little strange, honey, ever since you came home from New York. Are you sure everything is okay with Lorna?”

“Yes, I’m sure,” Donna said, lowering her lashes with the lie. She had told her parents that she had learned Lorna had taken a trip to Europe.

“Something else is bothering you, isn’t it?”

“No, I’m fine, just tired.”

Sal chuckled, slipping an arm around his daughter’s shoulders. “I see. It’s a man.”

Donna flushed, not really surprised by her father’s perception.

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