The Bravos: Family Ties: The Bravo Family Way / Married in Haste / From Here to Paternity

She’d just … go with it. See where this thing between them took her. He wasn’t the man she saw herself building a life with—and yet, there was no way she could turn her back on the power of what she felt for him.

So she decided to enjoy herself, day-to-day.

For a woman like Cleo, who liked to know where she was going and how long it would take to get there, keeping it open-ended was a whole new approach. But she did it anyway. With enthusiasm.

She spent every spare moment at Fletcher’s side and every night in his bed. Within a week she’d moved half her wardrobe over to his place. It was just easier, she reasoned, to use his penthouse as home base. They both had demanding jobs and there were only so many hours in a day. If she kept her things at his place, she didn’t end up wasting precious time going back and forth to her house after work and in the early morning.

He gave her half of his huge walk-in closet and dressing room: endless hanger space, two sides of the big central chest of drawers and all she needed of the slanted cedar shelves built especially for shoes.

“Bring it all over,” he suggested. “I’ve got plenty of room. And if it keeps you here with us longer, it works for me.”

Us.

He meant Ashlyn, too. The three of them just naturally fell into a routine. Every morning they shared breakfast in the penthouse kitchen, then Cleo would take Ashlyn down to KinderWay. On the nights when Cleo and Fletcher didn’t go out, they would all three have dinner together.

It was working out beautifully, Cleo thought. She was actually happy just taking it day-to-day. Fletcher and Ashlyn seemed happy, too.

No, Cleo didn’t really believe that it would last forever. But while it did, well, she was certainly having the best time of her life.

The only faint shadow on her happiness was the mystery of the lost Belinda. Cleo still wanted to know what had happened in his marriage, what had gone so wrong that he had not only put his wife behind him, but also, for three years, his child.

She didn’t raise the subject, though. Eventually, she was sure, if they stayed together long enough, they would get around to it again.

On Friday morning—a week and a day after she and Fletcher became lovers—as Cleo and Ashlyn walked along the hotel hallways headed for KinderWay, Ashlyn tugged on Cleo’s hand. Cleo smiled down at her.

Ashlyn didn’t smile back—but then, she rarely smiled. She said in an easy, conversational tone, “My mommy was tall, like you, Cleo. And so pretty. She died.” Cleo slowed her steps a little as Ashlyn frowned, considering. “I don’t remember her very well. I think she was nice. But until Daddy came to get me, I mostly stayed with Grandma and Grandpa.”

Iron-lace benches with seats lushly padded in red and gold were spaced at intervals along the hallway. “Come on,” Cleo said. “Let’s sit down.”

Ashlyn hung back. “But we have to go to my school.”

“Just for a moment or two.” She led the child to the nearest bench.

Ashlyn obediently climbed up and sat. “Okay.” She waited until Cleo was seated, too, then folded her hands in her lap. “We’re sitting.”

Cleo looked at the sweet upturned face of Fletcher’s child and felt distinctly devious. Trying to get his daughter to tell her the things Fletcher hadn’t said himself …

How low was that?

But then again, maybe this was a subject Ashlyn needed to explore. She asked gently, “Do you want to talk about your mother?”

Ashlyn wrinkled up her pert nose. “Well, no. I mostly want to go to my school right now.”

So much for Ashlyn’s burning need to confide. “You know what?” said Cleo. “You’re right. We should get to school.”

“O-kay.” Ashlyn jumped eagerly to her feet. “Let’s go.” She reached for Cleo’s hand again and they proceeded down the hallway toward the bank of French doors that led outside and to KinderWay. A few steps along, she looked up again. “Cleo?”

“Hmm?”

“Where’s your mommy?”

“She died, too, but it was after I was all grown up.”

“Do you miss her?”

“Yes, I do.”

“What about your daddy?”

“He’s still alive. I don’t see him very often, though.”

“Tell him to come to my house. I’ll read him a story. He’ll like that.”

Cleo pushed open the door and they went through into the misty, cool February morning. “We’ll see.”

* * *

That night in bed, after sweet, slow lovemaking, Cleo told Fletcher what Ashlyn had said about Belinda.

She felt the movement of his shoulder as he shrugged. “They’re good people, Belinda’s folks. And they dote on Ashlyn. She went back for long visits twice last year. And she’ll stay with them again this spring for a week or so.”

“Stay with them where?”

“Bridgewater, New Jersey. It’s about twenty miles north of Princeton. Belinda grew up there—and she moved back when we separated.”

“But I hadn’t realized Ashlyn lived with her grandparents while Belinda was alive. I thought—”

“Cleo, it’s not a huge mystery. She was a single mother and her parents looked after Ashlyn so she could work.”

“Belinda worked?”

Fletcher canted up on an elbow and looked down at her. “What? That surprises you? You work.”

“Well, Celia mentioned that she didn’t think Belinda had a job while you were married….”

The recessed lights in the bedroom were turned low, casting his face into shadow. Still, she couldn’t miss the flash of his white teeth as he grinned. “Celia just happened to mention that, huh?”

“Okay, I asked. And yes, I’m curious about what went wrong between you and Belinda.”

He touched her cheek, traced the line of her hair where it fell against the side of her throat. “What do you want to know?” He sounded—what?—resigned maybe.

Still, her heart lifted. Whatever his attitude, he was willing to talk. “Oh, only everything …” She laid her palm against his warm chest and felt the low chuckle as it rumbled through him.

“Belinda got a job in some clothing store, I think. She left Ashlyn with her mother pretty much round-the-clock. She would stay with them on the weekends.”

“Belinda was close to her parents, then?”

“Very—and why don’t you go ahead and fill me in on what Celia just happened to tell you.”