Sullivans 06 - Let Me Be the One

pictures of his daughter than he had throughout his entire career as a photographer. “Emma is amazing.”
    “She’s beautiful, Ryan. Everyone must be over the moon about her.”
    “We are. I was at my mother’s house with all of them when you texted.”
    “Oh no, I can’t believe I pulled you away from your family.”
    “The party was winding down anyway.” But he’d stayed because he didn’t have anywhere else to be. He didn’t have anyone to go home with or even a dog to feed. Used to be, he’d been glad for all that freedom. It was only recently that he’d started to feel as if he were waiting for something else. Something more. “And you know how glad I am that you asked me to come tonight.”
    “I’m not letting you off the hook that easily,” she said to him, “but now that you’ve started, why don’t you fill me in on the rest of your family? I thought I read about Marcus dating a pop star?”
    “I never saw that one coming,” he said about his oldest brother who owned Sullivan winery, “but Marcus and Nicola are a surprisingly good match even though she’s quite a bit younger than he is. Pretty sure we’ll be seeing another engagement in the family soon. Maybe by Christmas.”
    “Another engagement? How many have there been?”
    “Gabe is marrying Megan this winter up in Lake Tahoe. Summer is her seven-year-old daughter and she’s a total spitfire. He saved Megan and Summer when their apartment went up in flames earlier this year and his station got called into to fight it.” At Vicki’s horrified look, he let her know, “Everyone was fine. Gabe ended up in the hospital for a couple of days, but I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t have wanted to miss that fire for anything. Actually, Summer’s eighth birthday party is in a few days and I know they’d all love to see you if you want to come.”
    “Of course I would,” she agreed with a smile, even as she marveled at the way Ryan was integrating her into his life without so much as blinking.
    “Zach fell hard for his dog trainer and they’re sickeningly happy now and heading to the altar at some point.” He could still hardly believe how fast his brother, owner of Sullivan Autos, had fallen for Heather. “Only Naughty, Smith, and I are still single. You’ll never believe who Nice ended up with.” Normally, he wouldn’t have used Lori and Sophie’s nicknames, but Vicki knew his family well enough that she also used to call the twins Naughty and Nice when they were kids.
    “Sophie’s with Jake, isn’t she?”
    He stared at her in disbelief. Had she really thought his librarian sister and Irish Pub owning friend were a good match? “How did you know that?”
    She shrugged as if it were completely obvious. “She had stars in her eyes every time she looked at him when we were kids. And he always went out of his way to steer clear of her. I’m glad he finally gave in and admitted his feelings for her.”
    Was Vicki trying to tell him something? Was this a sign that she wanted him to finally get up enough guts to make another move after that first pathetic attempt to kiss her had crashed and burned so hard back in high school?
    But when he looked back at her, she was picking up a container of mu shu pork and focusing on pulling out the slivers of cabbage with her fork. Not exactly looking at him with lust in her eyes.
    Feeling like an ass for even thinking about hitting on her, especially when it had barely been three hours since they’d reconnected in person after so many years apart on separate continents, he said, “Only problem was, he got her pregnant with twins before he admitted a damn thing to anyone. Including her. She’s due soon.”
    “Twins. That’s amazing. I’m so happy for them.” She picked up the second bottle of beer and took another drink.
    “Your turn,” he said, his words a little hoarse from wanting so badly to press his lips against the pulse point in her neck she’d inadvertently bared to him when she’d tilted her head back.
    “Well, you already know about my marriage and divorce,” she said, brushing off a good ten years in less than a dozen words. But he could hear the pain behind every single one of them. “After spending the past year in Prague, I heard about this fellowship opportunity in San Francisco and here we are.”
    Ryan could tell she didn’t want to talk about herself any more than he did, but he’d spent so long wondering about the guy who had been lucky enough to