Too Many Brothers
Roz Denny Fox
www.millsandboon.co.uk
ROZ DENNY FOX
A secretary by trade, Roz began her writing career in 1986 with a series of self-help articles. She sold a short story to a magazine in 1987. After much prodding from her then high-school-age daughter, Roz tried her hand at writing a contemporary romance. Roz began writing full-time in 1995.
Rozs second book was a Romance Writers of America RITA® Award finalist in the Traditional category, and shes also been a finalist for the Desert Rose Chapters Golden Quill Award and the Holt Medallion.
Currently, Roz resides in Tucson with her husband, Denny. They have two married daughters and five grandchildren. Readers can find out more about Roz by visiting her Web site, www.korynna.com.
For Nakita and Savannah.
Dream big. Read much.
Be anything you want to be.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER ONE
DAPHNE MALONE put down her phone, threw her hands in the air and danced a zany victory dance around her perpetually unmade bed. Shed just been offered a job. Not the greatest in the world, but a start. In the middle of her jazzy dance to a blaring CD, a strand of curly dark hair caught on one of the four posters, bringing her up short. The jolt sobered her. This was real. A job. In a few hours.
She dashed to her cluttered closet, and because Daphne never did anything slowly, she rummaged around frantically until she uncovered an old beach bag. With her free hand she began pawing through costumes she might use today. She couldnt decide, so she tossed in accessories. The bag was already bulging, and she still hadnt settled on a costume. Maybe shed phone her mom for advice. Calandra Malone had taught both her daughters how to sew at an early age, which was why Daphne had such a splendid array of clown suits.
She grabbed the phone from her nightstand and hopped around, pulling on a pair of clean white jeans while punching in her parents number. Daphne juggled the cellular between her cheek and shoulder and braided her long hair into a single, more manageable plait.
Mom? Guess what? she said the instant Callie Malone answered. Ive got a job at a birthday party this afternoon over near Commerce. I am so excited!
Daphne rolled her eyes. Its near East L.A., not in East L.A. Yes, Mother, I know Kieran says that part of the city isnt safe for a woman alone. But Im going to the home of someone whos a friend of a friend of the wife of one of Danes partners. Its a party for ten seven-year-olds. How safe is that?
Okay, okay! Ill check in when I get home. Daphne glanced at her watch. I called to see which outfits you think I should take, but I need to run. Be happy for me, please. It means money, at least, until I get the break Im really waiting for. Daphne lowered the receiver at the last possible moment, listening to Callie, who continued to spout dire warnings. She ended with one good suggestion. Take a variety, Daphne, and see which feels right when you get there. Justbe careful, sweetheart.
Daphne added her favorite clown suits to the bag, all the while wishing her parents and her three older brothers would believe she could take care of herself. After all, she was twenty-six. Granted, Kieran subsidized the apartment, but only until she could get herself established. Meanwhile, why couldnt the lot of them stop hovering? Her sister, Becky, was a year younger and they left her alone. Of course, Becky had a solid marriage, a good career, and she was already a mom herself. Daphnes jobs had been a disaster up to now, and her love lifewell, that didnt bear mentioning.
Lugging the beach bag down to the vintage chartreuse VW Bug that her brother Perry had lovingly restored, Daphne let a perfect late-summer afternoon rejuvenate her spirits. She was an eternal optimist. She wasnt going to let her mothers undue alarm change that.
Placing the directions to the party on the empty seat, Daphne dropped her sunglasses over her eyes and chugged off along the familiar streets of Culver Citythe suburb of L.A. where shed lived forever.
Like a pro, she cut from the I-10 freeway to the Santa Ana Freeway, eventually exiting on Atlantic Boulevard. A cops siren screamed over her new Josh Groban CD. Daphne automatically moved to the right and rolled to a stop. Squinting into the sun out her side window, she watched in amazement as five police cars sped past. Daphne couldnt tell if Kieran was driving one. Her brother did sometimes patrol this area. She hadnt spoken with him since the previous Friday because shed spent the week babysitting her oldest brothers kids. As a rule, shed know Kierans schedule. The Malones were a close-knit family in spite of her complaints about their hovering.
Five blocks farther down the road she discovered the police had cordoned off the street she was supposed to turn into. Not familiar with this neighborhood, she wasted time locating an alternate route on a map stored in a side pocket of her car.
The roundabout journey took her down some scuzzy streets. Remembering her moms lecture, she locked both doors. After making a U-turn, she finally found the street she wanted. The homes here were older, but she was relieved to see they were well maintained. The one she sought was at the bottom of a dead-end street. A partially wooded lot bordered it on the left, intersected by trails. Neighbors probably walked their dogs there or jogged through the trees.
Daphne hefted her beach bag, draping it nonchalantly over one shoulder as she checked the house number. She mounted the steps and knocked.
A harried, very pregnant woman opened the door. She introduced herself as April Ross. After exchanging a few words, April led Daphne into a living room that was a mess of floating balloons. Forgive me, please. The first helium tank I rented didnt work, so I had to take it back. This is Natalie, the birthday girl. Nat, Daphne Malone, our party clown. Honey, will you take Daphne to the guest bedroom so she can change into her costume?
April finished tying off a balloon and added, The guest room has a sliding glass door leading out onto the patio, where Ive set up for the party. I know you said youll probably change costumes during your program. I thought itd be easiest to run back and forth into the house through the slider.
Sounds perfect. Thanks, April. Ill scoot off and dress so I can help you greet the kids. Or tie balloon bouquets. Whatever you prefer. In any case, Id better hurry. I see a couple of moms bringing kids up the walkway now. Ill just go, get out of your hair. Daphne moved toward the hall.
Thanks for your offer of help. Im frazzled and I hate being late, April wailed. Oh, and Daphne, thanks a million times over for bailing me out on such short notice. Nat had her heart set on a clown to do magic tricks. Like I told you, I booked through an agency, but apparently the receptionist flipped two pages at once on her calendar. Another family got first dibs because theyd phoned first.