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“The only thing I can find that will hold the flowers is a blender.”
“Oh. Okay.”
“Do you want me to use that?”
“Ummm... Give me a minute to finish getting dressed, and I’ll look around the rest of the apartment.”
“Sounds good.”
After I heard Robert’s footsteps retreat, I forced myself to get dressed. I wasn’t going to be able to figure out how I was feeling right now anyway. And it was probably best that Robert and I talked first. That might make things clearer. After I threw on shorts and a T-shirt, I dug through the hall and bathroom closets for something to put flowers in. The only thing I could find was a wastepaper basket, but that was a better choice than a blender people ate out of.
Robert was leaning against the kitchen counter when I returned. I’d been too shocked earlier to notice how good he looked. The man was movie-star handsome, with blindingly perfect bone structure, sandy blond hair that always needed a cut, a deep year-round tan, and Paul Newman-esque blue eyes. Irresistible charm tied up the package with a big, beautiful bow.
I smiled. “Looks like you’ve had some time in the sun between takes.”
“There are a lot of outdoor scenes.”
The flowers were laying on the counter. I picked them up and plopped them into the garbage can without removing the cellophane wrapping.
Robert raised a brow. “Are you throwing my roses out?”
I turned on the faucet and added water. “It’s the closest thing I could find to a vase.” When I was done, I opened the refrigerator door. “You want something to drink?”
“I’ll have whatever you’re having.”
“I’m having water.”
“Water? You drink coffee until it’s late enough to switch to wine.”
I frowned. “Not anymore. Caffeine. And wine is out, too.”
“Oh. Shit. Yeah, right. I didn’t even think of that.”
“But I can make you a cup, if you want?”
“You sure you don’t mind?”
“I might take a few sniffs, but I think I’ll live.”
Robert smiled. “Okay. Thanks.”
After I brewed a cup in the Keurig, I motioned toward the living room. “Why don’t we go sit.”
“Lead the way…”
I had to movethirteengifts from the couch to make room for us. “What’s in all these boxes?”
“Baby gifts. I went a little crazy. I don’t like the color yellow, so some of the boxes have two of the same outfit, one in pink and one in blue.”
I wasdefinitelynot ready for baby clothes. “Do you mind if I don’t open them right now?”
Robert shrugged. “Whatever you want.”
The room got quiet, and Robert watched me over the brim of his mug as he drank. “How are you feeling?”
“Pretty good. I’m tired, but I think that has a lot to do with stress. No morning sickness or anything.”
“Stress isn’t good for you or the baby. I read it in my new copy ofA Dumb Man’s Guide to a Pregnant Woman.”
