Cinderella's Secret Agent. Ingrid Weaver
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rescue her. Alan had taught her that much. She and her daughter would be fine, a family of two, with enough love to fill a lifetime.
Letting herself long for anything else was only asking for trouble.
Chapter 3
The whiskey bottle clinked as Del splashed more of the liquid into his glass. He’d finished his shift forty minutes ago. The drizzle that had been falling when he’d returned to his hotel room had strengthened to pattering rain, cloaking the dawn in gloom and guaranteeing another few hours of darkness. The routine of the Monarch Hotel was the same in New York as it was in the rest of the chain SPEAR owned— Del knew this because in the course of his assignments, he had stayed in practically every one of them. It would be after nine before the building came fully awake with the muffled thumps of closing doors and the squeaking rattle of the cleaning crew’s cart. That left him plenty of time to get good and drunk.
He returned the bottle to the bedside table, then leaned back against the headboard and cradled the glass in his hand. He hadn’t gotten drunk in years. In eight years, to be exact. But the Rogers clan was big on tradition, so maybe he would start one of his own.
Yes, maybe he should make it a tradition. Get blind drunk at least once a year, whether he needed it or not. It might do him good. Maybe if he loosened up more, took some time off from his job occasionally, he wouldn’t be hit so hard when something broke through to his emotions.
No, that wasn’t right. He was as human as the next guy. There was nothing wrong with his emotions. He had a full complement of them, he just didn’t need them for his job. When he was on the hunt, his success required the proverbial nerves of steel. Nothing bothered him, nothing distracted him when his survival and everyone else’s depended on his ability to keep calm in a crisis.
Cool as ice, he thought, taking a burning swallow. That’s the reputation he had built during his time with SPEAR. Evidently it spilled over into his off-duty hours, as well. After all, he’d kept his head in the back room of Laszlo’s diner, hadn’t he? Maggie had thanked him over and over for helping her through the baby’s birth. As a matter of fact, she’d been so grateful, she’d named her baby after him.
The baby.
Delilah.
The reason Del was getting drunk.
He took another swallow, grimacing at the taste of the liquor. This glassful was going down more easily than the last. Too bad it wasn’t working any faster.
He should have left well enough alone. He shouldn’t have gone to the hospital to see Maggie yesterday. He’d been around enough hospitals lately. He’d been at a different one the day before, visiting his colleague in intensive care. Until now, he’d never visited a maternity ward—he was more accustomed to dealing with how life ended than to seeing life begin.
No matter what he felt, he wasn’t responsible for Maggie or her baby. And as far as they were concerned, he was nothing but a bystander, so he had no right to accept the honor Maggie was giving him.
Maggie had named her baby Delilah out of gratitude. He had understood that. She had meant it as a favor. She couldn’t possibly have known about the sore spot she was probing with her innocent gesture.
It shouldn’t have bothered him. He had come to terms with his limitations almost a decade ago. He had a good life now. He was proud of his work. He enjoyed the loyalty he found among his fellow SPEAR agents and he relished the challenge of each new assignment. He didn’t need a namesake in order to feel fulfilled.
He shouldn’t have told Bill about the baby. It would have been wiser to keep his off-duty life completely separate from his work. Maggie’s world had nothing to do with the world of SPEAR. Yet Del had been so moved by his part in the child’s birth, he would have had to have mentioned it eventually. Too bad he hadn’t left it at that. But when he’d arrived for his shift tonight and Bill had asked about Maggie and the baby, Del had not only told him all about his visit to their hospital room, he’d let slip the name Maggie had chosen.
“Well, well, well,” Bill had said, drawing contemplatively on his pipe. “Delilah, huh? Congratulations, Papa.”
Del had tried to ignore the twinge of pain Bill’s ribbing had caused. “More like an uncle,” he’d said. “An honorary one.”
“That kid doesn’t need an uncle, she needs a daddy.”
“Maggie’s a strong woman. She’ll manage just fine. Anyone can see she loves her daughter to distraction.”
“Oh? How can you tell?”
“It’s all over her face whenever she talks about her.”
“Ah. You mean she gets a syrupy smile and her eyes go soft and unfocused?”
“Something like that.”
Bill let out a puff of aromatic smoke, watching it waft toward the ceiling. “The description fits you, as well.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Next thing you know you’ll be carrying baby pictures around in your wallet and looking for a house with a white picket fence.”
“Bill…”
“Admit it, Del. You’re smitten with both of them.”
“Don’t be stupid.”
“June’s a good time for a wedding, I hear. That’s only two months away.”
“I’m not marrying anyone.”
“Then why all the interest in the young single mother?”
“I’m not interested in her that way. I’m just trying to do the right thing. After the way she was seduced and abandoned by Delilah’s father, she could use a friend.”
“Aha! Methinks you doth protest too much.”
Del rolled his eyes at the mangled Shakespeare.
“Maggie’s going to look pretty good once she gets back into shape,” Bill continued. “Even when she was pregnant she was a cute little thing. You like blondes, don’t you?”
“I never really thought about it.”
“Why not? You’ve already seen what she has to offer when she—”
“That’s enough, Bill,” Del said, cutting him off. He was surprised by the anger he felt at his friend’s tasteless remark. “It wasn’t some voyeuristic fantasy, Bill. It was the birth of a child.”
“Lighten up, Del. No offense meant.”
“Anyone who would be thinking of sex under those circumstances would be sick. Perverted. I have too much respect for Maggie to even consider regarding her—”
“Hey, I said lighten up.” Bill eyed him warily. “I was only joking.”
Del glanced down and saw that he’d curled his hands into fists. It had been an instinctive, protective reaction. He made an effort to relax, taking a deep breath and wiping his palms on his pants legs. “Right.”
“You’re awfully touchy about it.”
“Maggie doesn’t deserve to be mocked that way.”
“Sorry.” Bill continued to scrutinize him. “This whole childbirth thing really did get to you, didn’t it?”
“It would get to anyone.”
“Ever thought about having kids of your own, Del?”
This time he was ready—the comment didn’t cause more than a twinge. Del looked straight at his partner and lied. “No.”
Bill shifted his pipe to the corner of his mouth and smiled enigmatically. “Then you must be pleased that Maggie named her baby after you.”
Yes, he was pleased, Del thought, tipping his head back to drain