Damian folded his arms across his chest. "That's exactly what I'm saying."
Not that he intended to stay away from Micki if Yank got stubborn, but it was a good threat and a decent negotiating point. The older man deserved his own share of happiness even if he was, as his nieces believed, too pigheaded to admit it.
Yank blew out a frustrated puff of air. "I've been alone a long time."
"And you hate it," Damian reminded him.
Yank shook his head. "Yeah, I do"
"So?" Damian asked the one-word question, then lapsed into silence.
He wanted to give Yank time to think. Would the other man finally see how much he needed Lola? Would he put his happiness and hers before his pride? From what Damian understood, it was a battle Micki and her sisters had been righting for a long time. Yank and Lola together was a gift Damian would love to be able to bring to Micki.
"I don't even know if she wants me anymore. For all I know, she'll get me to open an artery just so she can wipe the floor with my blood."
Damian winced. "Nice analogy but some how I don't think the woman's that cruel"
Yank snorted. "That's what you think"
"I'm still waiting for an answer," Damian prompted and tapped his foot against the linoleum hospital floor for good measure.
"Okay, okay " Yank said at last. "I'll go for it if you will"
A rush of adrenaline spiked through Damian's veins. “I don't know if Micki wants me either" he admitted, scared spitless at the possibility of her turning him down.
Yank shook his head. "Neither of us has any way of knowing how things'll turn out in the end. It's a big gamble."
"It'll be okay," Damian said with little conviction, though he hoped it was true.
Yank groaned. "Life's a bitch, huh? Especially for two men used to getting their own way."
Damian nodded and rose to his feet. If he had anything to say about it, that particular tradition would continue.
MICKI HAD TO BE at a photo shoot for one of her clients at 4:00 p.m. but until then, her schedule was free. Because Noodle had slept at Sophie's for the past two nights, Micki took pity on her sister and brought the dog along with her for a walk through Central Park.
The sun shone overhead and she let the heat warm her arms as she strode along the path. Joggers passed her and people sat on the grass, reading on the lawn. It was a perfect New York City day. She finally came to her favorite spot, a place she and her sisters often came to together for an escape from the office and stress.
She unhooked Noodle from her leash and let the dog run free, hoping that the exercise would calm her for the night ahead. Thank goodness Uncle Yank would soon be out of rehab and back in his own apartment with his spoiled dog.
She popped open a can of Dr. Brown's Cream Soda she'd brought with her and watched the dumb dog try to make friends with people only to run to the next person when they tried to pet her.
"Mind if I join you?" a familiar voice asked.
She glanced up, shading her eyes from the sun with her hand. She would swear her heart stopped beating when she saw Damian towering over her, looking delicious in his light blue shirt and dark jeans.
She patted the ground beside her. "How'd you find me?" she asked, surprised because nobody except her sisters knew about this spot. "Don't tell me. Sophie snitched," Micki muttered.
Damian remained tellingly silent.
"Well?"
"You said not to tell you." He grinned, making her forget about being angry at her sister.
"Okay then what brings you by?"
"Now that's a loaded question."
Between his serious tone and expression, Micki's stomach churned with pure agitation. She wondered what he wanted to say but first she glanced aside to make sure Noodle was still in calling distance.
When she saw the dog was hanging out with someone's leashed pet, she turned her attention back to Damian. "What's going on?"
"In the time we've spent together since the island, you've gotten to know me pretty well, wouldn't you say?*'
"I suppose."
"I think you have. I think you know me better than anyone else in my life, short of my family, and that's because they don't give up when they want answers." As always, his eyes sparkled with warmth and humor when he spoke of them. "But you know me in a different way."
"What do you mean?" She swallowed hard, unsure of where he was going with this.
"It's a gut feeling kind of thing. You seem to sense when I need space and you sense when I could use company. You understand the career thing and you don't put pressure on me one way or another."
Without warning, laughter bubbled up from inside her. "I came to your apartment and told you it was time to grow up. You don't call that putting pressure on you?” she asked in disbelief.
The corners of his mouth lifted in an endearing, sexy grin. "See that's another thing. When you read me the riot act, it doesn't sound like my family telling me what to do or your uncle guiding my career."
She glanced down at her sneakered feet. "What's it sound like?"
"It sounds like you telling me what I know deep down inside except I need to hear it out loud from someone I trust. And that someone is you." He reached out and lifted her chin so their gazes met and she couldn't avoid him or their conversation.
This was getting very personal and intimate. She wiped her damp palms beside her on the grass, suddenly nervous and frightened.
Since her parents had died and Micki had fallen into the habit of relying on Annabelle and Uncle Yank to bolster her emotionally, she was seldom scared. She rarely found a situation she wasn't ready to meet head-on. Damian presented that rare emotional challenge and, like when she'd come to Sophie for tips on how to be more of a girl, Micki again found herself at a loss.
"I'm not surprised we connected that way. I have a knack for understanding the athlete's psyche" She deliberately depersonalized what they shared, unwilling to put her heart on the line.
"Don't," he barked out, startling her and she jumped. "Don't put up the one of the guys front and definitely don't try and tell me that what's between us is no different than what you share with your other clients." His eyes flashed with anger and obvious hurt.
Micki sought for a way to explain when Noodle bounded toward them and landed squarely in Damian's lap. "She must have heard you yell," Micki said.
Damian clenched his jaw, his frustration with Micki unmatched by anything he'd ever felt before as blood pounded inside his head. "I didn't yell," he said in a tense but calmer tone.
"You raised your voice and the dog heard."
"And I didn't come here to talk about the dog or to let you use her as a buffer or an excuse to avoid a serious conversation."
She lifted her chin a notch. "Okay then, no more beating around the bush. What did you come here to say?"
This was the Micki he knew, the one who refused to run from a confrontation or discussion. The one who'd stood by him even when he'd known how difficult that must have been.
He covered her hand with his, running his fingers over her smooth skin and gathering his courage at the same time. "I've never said this to anyone before," he said, speaking as quickly as the thoughts came to mind. "I've never even thought it about anyone before."
He glanced up to see her watching him. Her blue eyes were wide and clear, her fear as palpable as his own.
Well, Damian thought, at least they were in this together. "I love you, Micki Jordan."
She just stared at him for a moment and then murmured barely above a whisper, "I love you, too." She blinked and a tear fell. "But…”
With that one little word, his stomach cramped like crazy. "But what?"
"You're coming off a situation you can't even begin to have dealt with and when you do, you have a life waiting. A life by your own admission that you love. You don't want to be tied down. You don't need a woman who wants more from you than you're capable of giving. And I'm not going to put myself through the hell of letting you go twice." She jumped up from her cross-legged position and stood, unraveling Noodle's leash.