“Bella Ann must be your daughter,” Alex said.
“Yes, she is,” Fiona said, nibbling at the bottom lip of her bow-shaped mouth. “I don’t like leaving her with strangers.”
“Don’t you have a nanny?” he asked, because she seemed like the type to have one.
“Yes, she's out sick today. But that's okay my daughter and my schedule blend perfectly well together,” she said, sounding the tiniest bit snippy.
“I’m sorry if my question was offensive. I really know nothing about you,” he said.
She sighed and then smiled at him. “It’s okay. I’m a little bit frazzled, that’s all. I didn’t mean to take it out on you. What do you do?”
“I’m a computer game developer.”
“Oh,” she said. “What kind of games?”
“Stuff for your iPhone and iPad. I was one of the first designers to create a social game app for the devices.”
“Cool. I want to know more about that,” she said.
“I doubt it,” he said. “Even for me it can get boring to talk about.”
“I don’t think it will be. It’s something that you do and I like knowing about new things,” she said. “You aren’t what I was expecting in a match.”
“Wait! Don’t say anything else along that line until you’re seated,” Willow said.
What had Fiona been expecting?
Alex wanted to tell the producer to shut up. For the first time he felt like he was seeing the real Fiona. He leaned a little closer to her and the scent of her floral perfume washed over his senses. She tipped her head back and he saw the little gold flecks in her blue eyes.
"You’re not what I was expecting either," he said softly.
The wind stirred, blowing a strand of her hair across her face. He reached up to brush it off her face and his thumb skimmed her bottom lip. Her lips parted and he felt the warmth of her breathe on him. He canted his head to one side and lowered his head wanting taste her. Wanting to know if the attraction zinging through him was one-sided.
"Stop!" Willow yelled. "Don't do that until I have the cameras in place."
Fiona stepped back and gave him an oddly probing look before she walked away. All he could do was watch her leave realizing that this entire television show was going to put a major crimp in his style.
Chapter Two
The taped part of the date was awkward for Fiona, who couldn’t tune out all the cameramen and production staff standing around just watching them. Plus she hadn't been able to get that almost kiss from him out of her mind. But she did like Alex. He wasn’t what she’d been expecting; he was a little tamer than she’d thought her match would be. But he was handsome with his square jaw and brilliant blue eyes. He looked Italian, even though he was clearly American. He had thick, curly, black hair that he’d left charmingly ruffled, the inky curls framing his face.
As they finished up their lunch, Fiona got up and ’put Bella Ann into her stroller, tucking a blanket around her. When the baby was first brought onto the set, Alex had immediately warmed to her, which wasn’t what Fiona had expected.
“She really is adorable,” Alex said, walking over to her.
“Thank you. I’m glad she seemed to take to you. She cries every time my assistant, Jet, comes near her,” Fiona said.
“What a nightmare that must be,” Alex said. “My mom says that kids have a sixth sense about people.”
“My mom does, too,” Fiona said. “Do you have time to walk with me in the park?”
He glanced at his watch and then nodded. “I’ve got a meeting in an hour.”
“On a Saturday?”
“Well, it’s with my parents, but they’re shareholders in my company and my mom, who’s an accountant, always insists on calling them meetings so I can write them off at the end of the year.”
She laughed at that. “Your mom sounds . . .”
