Let Me Be the One (The Sullivans #6)(11)

The delivery boy looked as though one word from Ryan would make him faint. “Mr. Sullivan, I’m your biggest fan.”

All Ryan wanted was to be alone with Vicki. Reminding himself that she’d be here for at least the next week, he took a few minutes to talk baseball and sign an autograph and let Vicki take a picture of the two of them.

When he’d closed the door and was heading over to the kitchen island to set out the boxes, she was smiling at him. “No wonder you’re everyone’s hero,” she said softly. “You couldn’t have been nicer to the valet and then to that boy. I never realized just how much work it must be for you to be so good at what you do.” Before he could respond, her eyes went wide at the white take-out boxes that were covering a good deal of his kitchen counter. “Do you think you got enough food?”

He slid onto a bar stool and passed her a fork. They always used to eat straight out of the cartons. “You say that now, but you’ll be giving me a hard time about eating the last spring roll soon.”

She pulled up a bar stool and speared some lemon chicken. “Why don’t you just hand over that carton before you scarf them all down?”

For a moment, as they mock-fought over the spring rolls, it felt like nothing had changed.

Nothing except the fact that he could barely look at her without losing his breath.

Vicki had always been pretty, and he’d been attracted to her from day one, but the years had turned her from a cute teenager into a shockingly beautiful woman.

One he could barely keep his eyes—or hands—off of.

Chapter Four

In an effort to keep his hands to himself, Ryan grabbed a couple of bottles of beer from the fridge and handed her one. When both of them took a good long slug from their bottles, he got a couple more and put them near the boxes of food.

“Now that we’re finally together again,” she said, “I need you to fill me in on everything I've missed about your life.”

Ryan had always been more comfortable coasting in the middle of a family full of loudmouths rather than talking about himself. “Life is good,” he said, even as that faint sense of dissatisfaction tried to rear its ugly head.

He had everything. Maybe not as much as his brothers and sisters who were so in love and building new lives, but that didn’t mean he had the right to sit around and complain.

“I’m still planning on playing baseball for as many years as my arm will let me, hanging with my family, enjoying my new niece.” He pulled out his cell phone and showed Vicki the pictures of the baby he’d taken at the party. “Chase and his wife, Chloe, had Emma a few weeks ago.” He couldn’t have been happier for his brother, who had already practically taken more 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?”