lady I met while checking out my books at the library.â
Derek wasnât sure where she was going with this. âWell, this is the only real mall in town. It isnât that odd sheâd be here.â
Holly nodded. âI know. I was going to tell you about her because she was really cool. I liked her clothes and all.â
He grinned, not surprised his daughter had noticed that.
âBut then Mom called and I forgot all about it until I saw her again just now. I didnât realize she was Ms. Merchantâs friend because they werenât together at the library,â Holly continued, rambling at ninety miles an hour. âAnyway, I heard her say your name! So you already know her. Sheâs wearing Manolos, like Momâs.â
âThey arenât Manolos, theyâre Christian Louboutins,â a hauntingly familiar voice said.
Derek drew a deep breath and lifted his gaze, meeting the eyes of the woman heâd reluctantly pushed out of his life years ago. And heâd regretted it ever since.
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G ABRIELLE AND S HARON HAD been taking the escalator down to cookware to find Sharon a new coffeemaker. Theyâd been discussing Gabrielleâs purchase of chocolate truffle crème body wash, body crème and candle in contrast with Sharonâs choice of French vanilla. In Gabrielleâs opinion, there was no comparison. Chocolate was the most decadent thing in life next to sex, and sheâd said so.
Then sheâd caught sight of Derek.
Older and more mature, but no less handsome. His dark brown hair wasnât as long as she remembered, but the tousled locks were vintage Derek. Styled to look as if he had no set style. And those eyes, those deep-set hazel eyes looked at a woman as if she were the only person in the world that mattered. A pair of baggy khaki shorts hung to his knees and a white T-shirt accented his tanned skin. Razor stubble covered his rugged yet defined face.
God, the man was still sexy.
Unaware, Sharon walked beside Gabrielle into the sheet department without questioning her motives. Gabrielle continued extolling the virtues of chocolate, something she could discuss easily while distracted.
Sheâd wanted to be in control when she ran into Derek again. Sheâd even thought about ambushing him, the way she used to after school, pulling him behind a tree for a surprise kiss, and see whether those old sparks still burned.
Then she heard him. And sheâd been the one caught by surprise. Her toes curled in her pointy-toed shoes and her stomach did one of those sensual turns only heâd ever caused.
She pulled to a stop and placed her finger over her mouth, silently asking Sharon to keep quiet.
Gabrielle had tiptoed toward him and realized he was talking to the inquisitive young girl sheâd met in the library. A child, she realized now that she saw the two side by side, who was clearly his. Her hair and eyes might be a different color, but her mouth, those white teeth and full lips were all her dadâs.
Derekâs daughter.
Gabrielleâs stomach dropped as she faced the little girl who could have been theirs ifâ¦
She gave herself a mental shake. There were no ifs. Only the here and now. She had to face the fact that while her life had gone on, so had his. Until now sheâd never let herself think about how. True, Sharon had told her he had a child, but hearing about it and facing it were two different things. She knew now sheâd pushed the child out of her mind, unwilling to deal with what the little girl meantâthat he had fallen in love with another woman not long after saying goodbye to Gabrielle.
She placed her hand around her stomach. God, it hurt badly. And thatâs when she knew that the old feelings were still there, as strong as ever.
âGo get your coffee machine,â Gabrielle whispered to Sharon.
âButââ
âIâll fill you in later. I donât want any witnesses,â