Page 32 of Prudence
“Gigi’s friend. She’s from England, talks all fancy.”
This piece of information had me going still. Nuala mentioned something a while back about Milly having a daughter, but I couldn’t recall if she was Gigi’s age or not. To be honest, when it came to Milly, I hadn’t wanted to know too many details and tended to change the subject if my sister ever brought her up. There was no point pining over someone who’d refused me.
Was it a coincidence that Gigi had made friends with the new girl at school who just so happened to be from England right at the same time Milly had moved back from London with a daughter? Just as I was asking myself the question, the apartment buzzer sounded. Thinking it was probably my parents stopping by to see the kids, I went to answer it.
“I’m buzzing you through,” I said just as a hauntingly familiar voice said, “Hello? I’m here to collect Deirdre.”
Of course, it was her.I’d thought running into Milly at my mother’s party, then again at Christine’s and again at the swimming pool were bad enough. Now it appeared our daughters had forged a friendship, one that had made Gigisound so happy I didn’t have it in me to tell her she had to stop being friends with the new girl.
“Okay, come on up,” I replied flatly and suspected from the prolonged pause that followed that Milly had recognised my voice just like I’d recognised hers.
A minute later, there was a gentle knock at the apartment door. I went to answer it and found her standing there with her long hair hanging straight and neat around her shoulders, a purple woollen coat on over a navy dress. She was stunning, like always, and I gritted my jaw in annoyance.
“Okay, this is getting ridiculous,” she said after holding my stare for several long beats.
“You’re telling me,” I practically growled as my traitorous eyes refused to stop soaking her in.
Milly blew out an exasperated breath. “Well, it looks like our daughters have become friends.”
“Yep.”
“I’m just here to collect her, if you could let Deirdre know I’m here.”
“I didn’t know you had a teenager,” I said, unable to keep the statement in.
“I do, and you have two kids, right? Nuala mentioned them.”
I nodded. “Gigi and Pablo. How old is Deirdre?”
Milly’s brow crinkled. “She’s fifteen.”
“Really? You must’ve still been in college when you had her.”
She stiffened. “I don’t see how that’s pertinent.”
I shrugged, unable to hold back the acidity in my tone. “It’s just surprising for someone who prides themselves on makingprudentdecisions.” Milly’s eyes flared wide as I threw her choice of words from so many years ago in her face. The flicker of hurt in her expression made me want to instantly snatch back what I’d said. What the hell was wrong with me? Just because I wasdeeply irritated by her continually turning up in my life didn’t give me the right to be a judgemental arsehole.
I opened my mouth to apologise when Milly fired back, “Well, judging from what a prick you’ve turned out to be, I’m glad I managed to at least stick to that one prudent choice. And for your information, having Deirdre was the best decision I ever made.”
Running my hands through my hair in agitation, my guilt continued to expand. I really was a piece of shit, and Milly clearly had zero regrets about having her daughter. Bowing my head in shame, I stared at my shoes, searching for some way to repair the damage I’d done with a single snide remark. In the end, I swallowed thickly and lifted my gaze. Milly’s blue eyes were hard as she stared at me. At last, I cleared my throat, managing to respond, “I’m glad to hear it. I’ll go get her for you.”
Turning, I closed the door without inviting her in. It was rude but necessary. If our daughters wanted to be friends that was fine, but I couldn’t allow myself to soften too much when it came to Milly. That was a slippery slope to getting attached and developing feelings for her, which hadn’t panned out very well for me the last time. At least if I acted like a dick on the surface, it would keep her at a distance and save me from getting too close at a time when I still trying to fix what was going on in my own head.
“Gigi,” I said, knocking on her bedroom door again. “Deirdre’s mother is here to collect her.”
Both girls made almost identical groans of disappointment that their evening had come to an end. A moment later, the door sprung open, and Gigi emerged with Deirdre, a tall, fair-haired girl with green eyes. She didn’t look much like her mother at all, which was a relief in a way. If she were going to be spending time over here with Gigi, then at least I didn’t have to look at a carbon copy of Milly day in and day out.
“Hello,” she said. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Deirdre.”
Ah, hell, so she might not have looked like Milly, but there was definitely something in the way she spoke, the intelligent aspect to her eyes that was so like her mam.
You’ll just have to deal with it, I told myself.For Gigi.
“Deirdre,” I replied. “Nice to meet you, too.”
She smiled at me then turned back to Gigi and pulled her into a hug, making arrangements for Gigi to come have dinner at their house the following evening. Bloody hell, it was already getting out of hand. Were they going to want to spend time together every day after school? I walked Deirdre to the door, opening it and finding Milly still waiting there, an unhappy spark in her eyes to have been left standing in the hallway.
“Hey, Dee,” she said, handing her daughter her car keys. “Go on down and wait for me. I just want to have a quick chat with Gigi’s dad.”
