Leanne Banks - From Playboy To Papa!

Silence followed. “Pardon my ignorance, but I didn’t hear anything in that plan that includes romance, let alone love. I hear most ladies want one or the other, if not both.”

Rafe shrugged. “I went head over butt over Nicole’s sister. I acted like a fool. I did my lust/love time. I’m not doing it again. Nicole will come around because she has Joel’s best interests at heart. Joel is the most important person in the world to her. She will see that marriage between us is the best thing for Joel.”

“Hmmm,” Michael said, his tone noncommittal.

His brother’s lack of confidence in Rafe’s plan grated on him. “What? You don’t think I can make this happen?”

“Maybe,” Michael said. “I just don’t think this woman is going to commit to you so easily. She seems like she has an ax to grind with super-successful men. Add to the fact that you’re not going to do anything to romance her or even pretend that you love her, and I’m not sure you can pull it off, bro. Not even with all your charm, and heaven knows you got the lion’s share of it among the brothers.”

“Don’t be surprised when I call to tell you I’m hitched,” Rafe said.

“Whatever,” Michael said, clearly still unconvinced. “So, what do you think about our Auntie from Italy? Do you think she’s legit?” Michael paused for a long moment. “Can you imagine if Leo were alive?” he asked, his voice full of a bone-deep wish borne of too many sleepless nights to count.

Rafe felt a stab of sympathy for his brother. Michael had suffered from guilt over Leo’s death for most of his life. “Like I said before, Michael, I wouldn’t count on it.”

“If he is, I’ll find him,” Michael said, the hope dimming in his eyes, but still there.

“Yeah. It’s a long shot, but I’ll look into it from my end, too,” he said.

“It was a long shot that you would be as successful as you are,” Michael said.

“Yeah,” Rafe agreed. “I guess almost anything is possible.”

“Good luck convincing Nicole of that,” Michael said.

Rafe gave him a fake punch. “Don’t give me a hard time. She’s doing a good enough job for three of you.”

On Saturday morning, Rafe took care of business from home, worked out and was sipping a cup of coffee as he read The Wall Street Journal when Nicole and Joel came down the steps. He glanced up to find the two of them dressed almost identically-jeans, T-shirts and tennis shoes.

Spotting a gleam of purpose in both their gazes, he felt an odd pinch of disappointment because he’d decided the three of them could take another cruise this afternoon.

“You look like you two have plans,” Rafe said.

Joel gave a big solemn nod. “We got something important to do. After we eat breakfast, we’re giving soup away.”

Rafe did a double take and met Nicole’s gaze. “Soup?”

She nodded, pride emanating from her. “Yes. Joel and I are going to help at a soup kitchen today. We volunteered in Atlanta and we’re doing the same here in Miami.”

“Why didn’t you tell me? I could have donated enough soup for the kitchen for several months, if not a year,” Rafe said.

“It’s not about money,” she said. “It’s about service. Taking action. Giving of yourself.”

“Oh,” he said, seeing that she was trying to teach Joel a different lesson. He also saw that Joel seemed quite proud of the fact that he was participating in the endeavor. Rafe felt a surprising spike of his own pride. He put aside his newspaper. “Well, hell, I’ll join you.”

Nicole blinked. “You will?”

“Sure,” he said. “Why not? It’s just giving soup to people. I can do that.”

“True, but you have to respect them,” she said.

“Respect?” he echoed, pointing to his chest. “I can give respect.”

“Okay,” she said. “Can we skip using your chauffeur this time?”

He chuckled. “Embarrassed by my wealth?” he asked and shook his head. This was a first and he kinda liked it.

Two hours later, he felt his perspective turned ninety degrees. He served soup to a former CEO, a homeless woman and a dozen children. Rafe had always dedicated a generous amount of his income to charity, but this visit to the soup kitchen made him feel his contribution had been paltry.

At the same time, he couldn’t help but admire Nicole’s empathetic nature and Joel’s industriousness. He saw the joy Joel brought to both the adults and the other children and felt a swell of pride.

Afterward, he drove the three of them to an ice cream shop. “You were good, Joel,” he said. “Give me a high five.”

Joel lifted his hand and Rafe gently slapped it. “You did good, too,” Joel said. “Since it was your first time.”

Rafe heard Nicole unsuccessfully swallow a snicker and glanced up at her. “What?” he asked. “I don’t serve soup on a daily basis.”

“You just need some practice,” Joel said. “Daddy,” he added.

Rafe’s heart twisted in his chest, and he pulled Joel against him. “Yeah, I need some practice at a lot of things.”

Out of the corner of his gaze, he saw Nicole rub one of her eyes before she pulled her sunglasses on to her nose. “I’d say you’re doing pretty good,” she murmured.

“High praise from you,” he said. “You’ve got tough standards.”

She shrugged. “Being an instant single father has got to be tough.”

“I don’t feel single,” he said, allowing Joel to step away and eat his ice cream. “I feel like I have an expert partner.”

Her mouth stretched into a grin and she gave a low laugh. “I haven’t given you Daddy lessons in a while. It’s time for lesson number two. There are no expert parents. We’re all amateurs doing the best we can.”

He met her gaze and felt a dipping sensation in his gut. Nicole touched him and challenged him on more levels than any woman ever had. Oddly enough, Rafe had the sense she’d only scratched the surface of how she could impact him.

“If that’s lesson number two, then what’s lesson number one?”

“Just love ’em,” she said.

“I’m listening, teacher.”

She looked into his eyes and he felt a strange zing that mixed with a longing deep inside him. What would it take to get Nicole to marry him?

Hours later, after the three spent the later afternoon in the pool and enjoying a barbecue dinner, Nicole had retreated to her bedroom. Rafe had noticed she’d been distracted several times throughout the evening.

He’d also noticed that she’d frowned when she’d looked at her cell phone.

That didn’t stop her from helping to put Joel to bed, but she’d disappeared to her room before Rafe could question her. Unable to sleep, he worked on an international expansion plan for his business. He finally grew drowsy and went to bed.

Nicole’s screams awakened him. He sat upright in bed and raced toward her room.

She tossed and turned, struggling with sheets and some unnamed demon. “No, no. You can’t have him. You’ll ruin him.”

He eased his hand over her shoulder. “Nicole, you’re dreaming.”

“No. I won’t let you take him.”

Frowning at her words, he gently nudged her. “Nicole, sweetheart, you need to wake up.”

She shook her head then blinked her eyes. Seconds passed when he could tell that she struggled for consciousness. She took several shallow breaths.

“Rafe?”

“Yeah, it’s me.”

She took another breath. “It was my father. He called again and left a message on my phone. He’s trying to get Joel.”

Alarm shot through him. “What? Was this a dream?”

She shook her head and licked her lips as if they were dry from fear. “No. He’s always wanted Joel. I couldn’t let him have Joel. He would have destroyed him.”