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met him so I don’t know too much, other than he’s drop-dead gorgeous, a great kiss—er—dresser. And very much a gentleman,” she added for her grandmother’s sake. Though Penny really hoped he wasn’t too much of a gentleman. “We’re going out again for lunch today.”
“Wonderful.”
“You don’t mind, do you?” Penny asked when she saw Grams’ smile fade.
“Mind? Of course, not. Not at all.”
“I know I’ve been working a lot, and I really don’t have time for dating. As soon as I get this article written, I’ll be able to be home more.”
“Don’t be silly, Penny. You’re young. You need to be out with people your own age, not tied to this house, babysitting me.”
“Babysitting you? I don’t babysit you anymore than you babysat me. We’re family, we take care of each other.”
“I know, but it’s high time you lived your own life. You don’t need an old woman hanging like a log around your neck.”
Penny stared at her, suddenly getting a bad taste in her mouth.
“In fact, I had a visitor last night,” Grams said, her words spreading a chill through Penny.
Her father . He had already come here first before coming to her office. The bastard. That was how he’d known how to find her.
“Your father came to see me. He wants to come home.”
Penny’s head started to swing left and right.
“Penny, be reasonable. With more help, there’s no reason for you to have to spend so much of your life taking care of me, and Rose won’t have to spend so many hours here.”
“I thought you liked Rose,” Penny protested.
“I do like Rose. She’s a wonderful nurse. But she’s expensive, and with your father here, helping us, money won’t be as tight. Isn’t that wonderful?”
“But Grams—” Her father would only be a drain on their already tight resources, rather than contribute to their living expenses.
“No buts. I’ve already invited him to stay. He’s coming later today.”
Penny jumped to her feet, her mouth opening in outrage.
“I want him here, Penelope. He’s my son. I want to spend time with him, but more than that, I’m tired of feeling like a burden to you. I want you to live a life of your own. I want you to be happy.”
Penny stared at her in shocked disbelief. Happy? Who the hell said she wasn’t happy?
8
Hermes arrived at the restaurant at the same time as Penny. She looked fetching in black linen slacks and a snug cashmere sweater in a Mediterranean blue that set off her eyes, making them appear more blue than green. He watched her for a moment. She seemed upset about something. He could see it in the tension of her stance and the pinch around her eyes.
Luckily, he knew exactly how to fix that.
“Good afternoon, Penny,” he said, leaning in to kiss her cheek. She smelled faintly of gardenias, reminding him of Hera’s extensive gardens on Olympus.
She smiled at him, even though her smile didn’t reach her eyes. “How are you?” she asked somewhat stiffly.
He left his hand on her back and lightly stroked it up and down, until he felt her physically relax. Her gaze dropped to his shoes, her eyebrows knitting. He put his hand under her chin and lifted gently, pulling her gaze back to his face.
“I hope you’re hungry. They make a mean pasta carbonara here.”
“Famished,” she said smiling.
“Tough day at work?”
She nodded. “You could say that. Tough day all around.”
“Well, we’re not going to think about that. In fact, while you’re here, while you’re with me, consider yourself on a mini-vacation from all things that ail you.”
She laughed out loud at that, as if the idea was too outlandish to even contemplate.
“As of right now,” he insisted and leaned in to kiss her cheek again. He was pleased to feel her nuzzle into his kiss.
The hostess called them and led them to a booth by a large window, from which they could watch the people strolling by in the popular tourist district.
Hermes ordered two glasses
“Wonderful.”
“You don’t mind, do you?” Penny asked when she saw Grams’ smile fade.
“Mind? Of course, not. Not at all.”
“I know I’ve been working a lot, and I really don’t have time for dating. As soon as I get this article written, I’ll be able to be home more.”
“Don’t be silly, Penny. You’re young. You need to be out with people your own age, not tied to this house, babysitting me.”
“Babysitting you? I don’t babysit you anymore than you babysat me. We’re family, we take care of each other.”
“I know, but it’s high time you lived your own life. You don’t need an old woman hanging like a log around your neck.”
Penny stared at her, suddenly getting a bad taste in her mouth.
“In fact, I had a visitor last night,” Grams said, her words spreading a chill through Penny.
Her father . He had already come here first before coming to her office. The bastard. That was how he’d known how to find her.
“Your father came to see me. He wants to come home.”
Penny’s head started to swing left and right.
“Penny, be reasonable. With more help, there’s no reason for you to have to spend so much of your life taking care of me, and Rose won’t have to spend so many hours here.”
“I thought you liked Rose,” Penny protested.
“I do like Rose. She’s a wonderful nurse. But she’s expensive, and with your father here, helping us, money won’t be as tight. Isn’t that wonderful?”
“But Grams—” Her father would only be a drain on their already tight resources, rather than contribute to their living expenses.
“No buts. I’ve already invited him to stay. He’s coming later today.”
Penny jumped to her feet, her mouth opening in outrage.
“I want him here, Penelope. He’s my son. I want to spend time with him, but more than that, I’m tired of feeling like a burden to you. I want you to live a life of your own. I want you to be happy.”
Penny stared at her in shocked disbelief. Happy? Who the hell said she wasn’t happy?
8
Hermes arrived at the restaurant at the same time as Penny. She looked fetching in black linen slacks and a snug cashmere sweater in a Mediterranean blue that set off her eyes, making them appear more blue than green. He watched her for a moment. She seemed upset about something. He could see it in the tension of her stance and the pinch around her eyes.
Luckily, he knew exactly how to fix that.
“Good afternoon, Penny,” he said, leaning in to kiss her cheek. She smelled faintly of gardenias, reminding him of Hera’s extensive gardens on Olympus.
She smiled at him, even though her smile didn’t reach her eyes. “How are you?” she asked somewhat stiffly.
He left his hand on her back and lightly stroked it up and down, until he felt her physically relax. Her gaze dropped to his shoes, her eyebrows knitting. He put his hand under her chin and lifted gently, pulling her gaze back to his face.
“I hope you’re hungry. They make a mean pasta carbonara here.”
“Famished,” she said smiling.
“Tough day at work?”
She nodded. “You could say that. Tough day all around.”
“Well, we’re not going to think about that. In fact, while you’re here, while you’re with me, consider yourself on a mini-vacation from all things that ail you.”
She laughed out loud at that, as if the idea was too outlandish to even contemplate.
“As of right now,” he insisted and leaned in to kiss her cheek again. He was pleased to feel her nuzzle into his kiss.
The hostess called them and led them to a booth by a large window, from which they could watch the people strolling by in the popular tourist district.
Hermes ordered two glasses
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