Bonnie Winn - The Mommy Makeover

Finn spotted Katelyn before they landed, her distinctive hair shining in the sunlight, her tailored suit plastered against her body by the powerful draft of the copter blades.

She strode up to the helicopter as Finn climbed out. “Malloy, what the hell is this all about?”

Instead of answering, Finn lifted her into the helicopter, ignoring her protests. By the time he explained the entire situation, she would be late to her appointment and he valued his head. “You’ve got a meeting to make. And this is the only way you’re going to get there. Both the freeways are closed and the side streets aren’t moving. The successful person knows it when she sees a good thing.”

For once Katelyn didn’t seem to have a rapier-sharp retort.

Finn climbed in beside her and buckled in. Katelyn had a strange look on her face, but she was quiet as the pilot took off. It didn’t take long to cross the city. Beneath them, stacks of unmoving cars littered the freeways and jammed the roads as far as they could see.

If Finn hadn’t been convinced before that the helicopter was the only way to reach their destination, he was now. The pilot landed efficiently on the helipad atop the Woodruff Building and Finn climbed out. He waited for Katelyn to follow, but she didn’t move. Climbing back inside, he saw that she was still in her seat, her hands gripping the armrests.

The pilot glanced at her sympathetically. “Not everybody likes traveling by whirlybird.”

Finn hadn’t noticed before, but she was as white as parchment. And her hands were nearly bloodless as she gripped the armrests. “Ms. Amhurst.”

Nothing.

“Ms. Amhurst, we’re at the Woodruff Building.”

Silence.

“Katelyn?” He angled his face so that his eyes met hers. Now they were a dark blue-gray. And they were terrified.

“Katelyn, it’s okay. We’re on the ground.” He glanced back behind him. Actually they were on top of a thirty-story building and the rooftop wasn’t as generous as he would have liked.

She looked at him blankly.

Finn carefully pried her fingers from the armrest, then gently pulled her forward in the seat. “Katelyn, we’re going to step outside. You’ll be on level ground.”

She didn’t resist as he lifted her down and out of the helicopter. The pilot waited patiently as they slowly cleared the area. As they reached the door leading inside the building, Katelyn slumped. Finn grasped her elbow and led her through it.

The cool rush of the air-conditioning was a welcome relief and seemed to reach her as his voice hadn’t. Still, he led her to a bench near the window.

She hid her shaking hands beneath her briefcase. “I guess I should have mentioned that I’m not real comfortable riding in small aircraft—and I suppose now that includes helicopters.”

Not comfortable. That was one way to put it. Scared senseless was another. “Why don’t we see if they have some vending machines and get a cup of coffee?”

“I’m fine,” she insisted, her face still pale.

“Well, I’m not. I’d like a cup of coffee. That was a pretty hair-raising ride.”

She glanced at her watch. “We are fifteen minutes early.”

Seeing that she looked relatively steady, Finn stood and punched the elevator button.

When it arrived, Katelyn joined him. As the doors slid closed, she looked at him. “It seems you’re a quick study, Malloy.”

“You did say the successful person would hire the helicopter.”

“I didn’t know you’d take that literally,” she muttered.

“Changing your stand on what defines the successful person?”

“No.” Katelyn admitted as she shuttered her expression. “And I won’t underestimate you again.”

His sudden smile took her by surprise. Impossibly white teeth, eyes as blue as the ocean depths, the rugged features…Combined, they were enough to take her breath away. Telling herself it was her fright from the helicopter ride that had robbed her breath, she shored up a returning smile.

“That looks real good on you,” he said, his eyes not leaving hers.

Flustered, she brushed at an invisible bit of lint on her sleeve. “What does?”

“The smile. Looks like it belongs there.”

Remarkably, she felt her cheeks warming. She felt embarrassed and glanced away. “You’ve seen me smile before.”

His lips twitched. “Oh?”

For a moment she was tempted to huffily freeze. Then the humor of the situation struck her. “It really is absurd, isn’t it? It was my brilliant idea to hire a helicopter.”

He nodded, his smile growing bigger. “I have to agree with you. Frankly, I would never have thought of hiring a helicopter on my own.”

Sheepishly she grinned. “When I put my foot in it, I do it big-time.”

His expression gentled. “Maybe that’s why you’re such a success.”

Uncharacteristically, she glanced down, pretending to study her shoes. “Is that how you see me?”

“You’re smart, talented and doing what you want. Isn’t that success?”

Katelyn lifted her gaze. “Lately I’ve been wondering about that. I decided a long time ago that I wasn’t cut out for marriage and kids but now…”

“Now?” Finn prompted.

She shrugged. “I’ve wondered if maybe I’m missing out by not having children. Sounds silly, doesn’t it?”

But he didn’t look amused. “I don’t think so. My kids are everything to me. As hard as it is being a single parent, I wouldn’t trade them for anything. I know I’m no corporate whiz, but my life’s richer than if I had Trump’s fortune.”

“You really mean that, don’t you?” she questioned, boggled by the concept, moved by his sincerity.

“With everything that’s in me. Children are our dreams, our future.”

The biological clock she’d fervently tried to ignore chimed insistently. “But we can fashion a different sort of future.”

“What kind of future would that be?” Finn asked. “Do you really care who takes your job when you retire? Is that the legacy you want to leave the world? Frankly, I doubt that anyone on their deathbed wishes they had spent more time at work.”

The words chilled her, but Katelyn recognized their truth. “Are you saying what I’ve done will mean nothing if I don’t have children?”

“Of course not. I am saying that love and family are enduring.”

“Perhaps not everyone is cut out to be a parent,” she said quietly, revealing one of her hidden fears.

“That’s true enough,” he admitted. “But if your intentions are good, love will get you over the rough spots.”

She considered this. “But what if you have no idea what kind of parent you’ll be?”

“If you’ve given it that much thought,” he replied softly. “I’d say you have the makings of a good mother.”

Unexpectedly, she felt warmed by his words. He probably didn’t know the Dow Jones from the S & P, but he had a wisdom all his own. And she liked the kindness she saw in his eyes. Over the years that quality had lessened in importance. It occurred to her that might have been unwise.

She realized Finn could be right. Success had many definitions. And she wasn’t entirely certain hers was the right one.

FINN LOOKED at the fallout on the front lawn of his house and groaned. A tricycle was perched in the shrubbery and an open umbrella was suspended in the crepe myrtle tree. A pot of begonias was tipped over, dirt and flowers spilling across the porch. The twins must have been especially inventive today. One three-year old was a handful. Two of them far exceeded a simple doubling of the equation. Together, Eric and Erin could climb, grab, push, and pull down most anything they chose. Worse though, two small minds invented some incredible feats. And from the evidence on the lawn, it looked like they had come up with a corker.