A Natural Father by Sarah Mayberry Page B

just wished she had an Option C to fall back on now that Option B had gone up in flames.

    “Lucy. Managed to brave the cold, I see,” Dom said as she stopped her trolley in front of the Bianco Brothers stall.

    “Yeah,” she said. Today even Dom’s smile and charm couldn’t nudge her out of her funk. All she wanted to do was to go home, curl into a ball and sleep until the world had righted itself. She fished in her bag for her shopping list, growing increasingly frustrated when she couldn’t put her hand on it.

    “Sorry. Give me a minute,” she said. She pulled handfuls of paper from her bag, angrily riffling through them for the one she needed. She was such a train wreck—couldn’t even get one little thing right today.

    She could feel Dom watching her as she went back and forth through the papers. The list had to be in here somewhere. And if it wasn’t, it meant a trip home to collect it from her flat. She felt dangerously close to bursting into tears and she blinked rapidly.

    “Here.”

    She looked up to find a takeout coffee cup under her nose. She automatically shook her head.

    “I can’t drink coffee.”

    “It’s hot chocolate. And you look like you need it more than I do.”

    As he spoke, the smell of warm chocolate hit her nose and her mouth watered.

    “Come on, take it,” he said, waving the cup invitingly.

    “Thanks.” She took the cup with a small smile. The first mouthful was hot and full of sugar. Just what she needed.

    “Better?” Dom asked.

    “Thanks.”

    He smiled, the dimple in his cheek popping. She glanced down at her papers and realized her shopping list was right on top of the pile.

    “Typical,” she muttered as she handed it over.

    Dom scanned it quickly. “No problems here. Why don’t you kick back and I’ll get this sorted?”

    He was already moving off. She knew she should object, at least pretend to inspect the produce on offer. But she trusted him. And today—just today—she needed a break. Tomorrow she would take on all comers again.

    She rested her elbows on the push bar of her trolley, watching Dom sort through produce for her as she sipped his hot chocolate.

    He was a nice man. Sexy, too. Although she still wasn’t sure that she was grateful to her sister for pointing that fact out. She wondered what had gone wrong with his marriage. Then she realized what she was doing and dragged her attention away from his broad shoulders and flat belly.

    “Okay. I think that’s everything. I threw in some extra leeks for you. We overordered, and I’m sure you can find a customer to give them to,” Dom said when he’d finished loading her trolley.

    Lucy looked at him steadily for a moment before speaking.

    “Thank you,” she said. She hoped he understood that she meant for everything—the produce, the hot chocolate, giving her a helping hand when she was bottoming out on self-pity.

    He shrugged. “It’s nothing. You look after yourself.”

    She opened her mouth to say more, but he was already greeting another customer. She’d taken up far too much of his time. Her stomach warm, she headed to her van and a full day of deliveries.

    DOM FOUND THE PAPERWORK sitting among the boxes of broccoli in front of the stall. Four pages, stapled together with a brochure for a Web site design company. They looked important, and he put them aside in case a customer came looking for them. It was only when they were packing up the stall for the day that he noticed the papers again.
    The sheets obviously couldn’t have been too vital, since no one had claimed them. He was on the verge of throwing them out when something about the loopy handwriting on the front page jogged his memory. He flicked through, and Lucy Basso’s signature jumped out at him from the last page. He remembered her agitation this morning, the way she’d fumbled in her bag. She had to have lost this when she was looking for her shopping list.
    Dom stared at her signature for a long beat.