Adding Up to Family

  For the Matchmaking Mamas,

  1 + 2 = Happily-Ever-After

  When widowed rocket scientist Steve Holder needs a housekeeper who can also help with his precocious ten-year-old, The Matchmaking Mamas assign Becky Reynolds. The math whiz turned domestic engineer gently solves the equation of Steve’s daughter, but the moody widower requires more calculation. Love is definitely part of the solution! Becky just needs to find the right algorithm to solve the equation to Steve’s heart.

  “She has common sense and you, right?” he asked, looking up at the woman as if she was his last bastion of hope.

  “Well, yes,” she allowed. As long as she was here, she’d be here for Stephanie—and for him. However, things did have a way of changing. “But—”

  He didn’t hear her protest. He only heard his own thoughts forming. “And you’re a woman.”

  Becky smiled. “You noticed.”

  Oh, he had more than noticed, Steve thought. And if she weren’t his housekeeper, he might be tempted to show her just how much he’d noticed. But right now, he couldn’t do anything that might risk scaring the woman off.

  Despite the fact that he found her attractive in a way that he hadn’t found any other woman since he’d lost Cindy, that was just something he wasn’t going to allow to surface as long as he needed Becky’s help with Stevi. His daughter was the most important person in the world to him.

  * * *

  MATCHMAKING MAMAS:

  Playing Cupid. Arranging dates.

  What are mothers for?

  Dear Reader,

  Welcome back to the world of Maizie, Theresa and Celia, better known as The Matchmaking Mamas, ladies who are determined to bring happily-ever-after to the world one matched-up couple at a time.

  This time it is Celia Parnell who makes a solo run, bringing together Steve Holder, a pragmatic aerospace engineer who is still grieving the loss of his childhood sweetheart while trying to deal with his precocious, exceedingly intelligent ten-year-old daughter, and Rebecca Reynolds, a onetime child prodigy who graduated from MIT at eighteen only to turn her back on the engineering world and find contentment in, of all things, cleaning houses. Steve’s daughter is growing more and more distant and asking questions he doesn’t even know how to begin to answer. Celia sends Rebecca as a housekeeper under the guise of bringing together father and daughter. But what Celia is really doing is bringing together two loners who need one another more than they could possibly realize.

  Come, read their story and root for love to once again conquer all.

  As always, I thank you for taking the time to read one of my stories, and from the bottom of my heart, I wish you someone to love who loves you back.

  Best,

  Marie

  Adding Up to Family

  Marie Ferrarella

  USA TODAY bestselling and RITA® Award–winning author Marie Ferrarella has written more than two hundred and seventy-five books for Harlequin, some under the name Marie Nicole. Her romances are beloved by fans worldwide. Visit her website, marieferrarella.com.

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  Contents

  Prologue

  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 Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Epilogue

  Excerpt from Show Me a Hero by Allison Leigh

  Prologue

  “Please, Celia, you’re a mother. You must know what I’m talking about,” Bonnie Reynolds implored, obviously attempting to appeal to her longtime friend’s maternal instincts. “For the first twelve years of that girl’s life, I felt as if I could barely keep up with her. Even her homework assignments were so far beyond my own understanding, I had a headache every time I tried to check it.”

  Despite the situation that had brought her to Celia, there was pride echoing in Bonnie’s voice as she added, “Rebecca whizzed through her studies like it was child’s play—at a time when she was little more than a child herself.”

  Celia Parnell smiled understandingly at the distraught woman sitting opposite her in her Bedford, California, office.

  When Bonnie had come in, looking as if she was at her wit’s end, Celia had closed the door to her small inner office to ensure privacy. Speaking calmly, she had poured them both a cup of vanilla chai tea. She’d urged the trim brunette to take a seat and tell her exactly what was troubling her.

  And just like that, the words poured out of Bonnie like a dam whose retaining wall had suddenly cracked in half.

  Listening, Celia nodded. It was a story she was more than a little familiar with.

  “Rebecca had a wonderful job, Celia. An absolutely wonderful job—for three years. And then one day she decided to just up and leave it. Just like that.” Bonnie snapped her fingers. “Don’t get me wrong. When you first offered Rebecca a job with your company, I was grateful. I thought that this—this wrinkle was something she needed to work out and then she’d be back to herself again. In the interim, she was still earning money. But, Celia, that girl is wasting her potential. You know she is,” Bonnie cried, sitting so close to the edge of her chair, she looked as if she was in danger of falling off it if she so much as took in a big breath.

  “Breathe, Bonnie,” Celia counseled.

  “I am breathing—and very nearly hyperventilating,” the other woman cried, very close to tears now. “Celia, Rebecca graduated from MIT at eighteen. Eighteen!” she stressed.

  “I remember,” Celia replied calmly.

  But Bonnie only grew more agitated. “And she did it on a full scholarship, because her father, that rat, ran out on us, leaving me with nothing but debts and no way to pay for anyth
ing without working two jobs! That meant hardly ever seeing Rebecca, and yet she turned out like a gem.”

  “I know,” Celia said, doing her best to continue to sound calm.

  She had a feeling that she knew where this was going, but she allowed the other woman to say her piece, hoping that Bonnie would find a way to calm herself down and not be so hopeless about her daughter’s current situation. Because if there was anything she’d learned these last few years, it was that no situation was hopeless.

  “When she first got that job at the engineering firm—practically the best aerospace firm in the country—I was in seventh heaven. But after three years, the bottom suddenly dropped out for her. Without any warning, Rebecca decided that she was ‘burned out.’ Burned out,” Bonnie repeated, shaking her head. “What does that even mean?”

  “That she worked so hard, exceeding all expectations for so long, that she wound up exhausting herself,” Celia told her friend. “She just needs to recharge her batteries.”

  “She’s been recharging now for three years,” Bonnie lamented. “My brilliant daughter has been cleaning houses for three years,” the woman cried, looking at Celia for her understanding.

  “I know, Bonnie. I’m the one who writes her paychecks,” she replied with a smile.

  As if worried that she might have insulted her, Bonnie quickly apologized. “Look, Celia, I meant no disrespect—”

  “None taken,” she replied serenely.

  Bonnie let out a shaky breath, then continued. “But I am afraid—no, terrified—that Rebecca is just going to go on cleaning houses forever. That she’s never going to be my Rebecca again.”

  “There is a possibility that she’s happier this way,” Celia suggested.

  Bonnie looked stunned at the mere suggestion that this could be the case. “No, she’s not. I know she’s not. And right now, she’s so busy cleaning other people’s houses that she’s not doing anything to put her own life back together again. She lives in a silly little apartment, for heaven’s sake.”

  “How’s that again?” Celia asked, slightly confused. She interacted with the young woman under discussion all the time, and from where she stood, Rebecca seemed rather content.

  “She’s not dating,” Bonnie complained, verbally underlining the word. “She’s cleaning other people’s houses and not saving up to buy her own house.”

  Hiding her amusement, Celia said, “I thought she liked living in an apartment.”

  Bonnie let out a long sigh. “That’s okay for now—but what about later? She’s not thinking about later,” she complained, clearly irritated with the situation. “Am I making any sense to you?”

  “Actually, I think you are. You’re not upset that Becky’s not working herself into a frazzle in the engineering world. What you’re actually upset about is that she’s not looking for a husband.”

  Bonnie pressed her lips together. Hearing it said out loud, she had to admit that it sounded rather old-fashioned, as well as self-centered. But it was still the truth and there was no point in denying it.

  After releasing another long, frustrated breath, she confessed, “I want grandchildren, Celia. Is that such a horrible thing?”

  Celia laughed. “No, not at all, Bonnie. Been there, done that. I understand perfectly what you’re going through.”

  The subject was touching on something that she and her two best friends, Maizie and Theresa, had begun doing almost eight years ago. It had started as a spur-of-the-moment undertaking to find a husband for Maizie’s daughter, without the young woman suspecting what they were up to. But the venture had turned out to be so successful, all three of them began doing it as a hobby on the side.

  The women still maintained their own businesses, but they all agreed that it was matchmaking that afforded them the most satisfaction.

  Leaning forward, Celia beamed at the woman. “Bonnie, I think that I just might have a solution for you.”

  “Oh please, tell me,” her friend all but begged. “After waiting three years for this to resolve itself, I’m ready to listen to anything and even make a deal with the devil.”

  “Luckily,” Celia told her with a smile, “it won’t have to go that far.”

  Chapter One

  “Mrs. Parnell? This is Steve Holder,” the deep male voice on the other end of the phone said.

  Celia recognized the name. Steve was one of her sporadic clients, making use of her services whenever he suddenly found himself without a housekeeper. Although she didn’t remember all her clients, she remembered the ones who were special, and Steve Holder’s case was. A widower, he was struggling to raise a preteen daughter on his own.

  And Celia had just been thinking of him.

  “Steve,” she said with pleasure. “How is everything?”

  “Not good, I’m afraid,” he replied honestly. “It happened again.”

  Celia didn’t have to guess what he was talking about. The young aerospace engineer wouldn’t be calling her just to shoot the breeze or talk aimlessly. He was far too conscientious about how he used his time—and hers—for that.

  “I take it that you’ve had another housekeeper quit?” There was no judgment in Celia’s voice, only sympathy. She knew Steve to be a very personable man. Unfortunately, for one reason or another, the housekeepers he employed seemed to have no staying power. She suspected that it had to do with his daughter. Incredibly intelligent, the ten-year-old was becoming increasingly difficult to handle.

  She heard Steve sighing as he answered, “Yes.”

  Since she needed the information to update her files, Celia tactfully asked, “May I ask what happened?”

  Steve had to admit that at least this housekeeper, who had lasted longer than the others, had a viable excuse for leaving. “Mrs. Pritchett’s daughter just had a baby and Mrs. Pritchett is moving to Seattle to help her take care of the new addition. She already told me that she didn’t think she’d be coming back,” he added.

  “Was it a girl or boy?” Celia asked.

  He wasn’t a people person and had to pause and think for a minute before he could answer the question. “Girl,” he finally said.

  “That’s lovely,” Celia said with genuine feeling. “But that does leave you in an immediate bind, doesn’t it, dear?”

  He appreciated how direct the woman was. No polite beating around the bush. He restated his position. “Well, I can have you and your company clean my house once every two weeks, and Stevi’s going to school right now, but I do need someone to cover the hours when she’s home and I’m still at work.”

  “She’s going to school?” Celia repeated, surprised. “But it’s summer.”

  “I know. Stevi’s going to summer school. She wanted to take some classes so she could get ahead. It was her idea, not mine,” he added quickly, before Mrs. Parnell could accuse him of robbing his daughter of her childhood. He was pleased she wanted to learn, but had to admit that he was really beginning to miss his little “buddy.” Stevi had begun to change on him in the last few months.

  “My daughter’s suddenly gone serious on me, Mrs. Parnell,” he confessed. “She doesn’t even want to be called ‘Stevi’ anymore. She’s ‘Stephanie’ now. And I’ve got this feeling that those fishing trips we used to take might just be a thing of the past.”

  Steve took his work very seriously. These outings he used to take with his daughter were what he’d looked forward to, a way to wind down. And now it appeared that this might be changing.

  “Not necessarily, Steve. Your daughter could just be broadening her base, not shifting her focus,” Celia pointed out. “Ten-year-olds have been known to change their minds a great deal at this age.”

  He could only hope, Steve thought. “Could I talk you into becoming my housekeeper?” he asked wistfully.

  Steve knew it wasn’t possible, but if it were, having the woman as his housekeeper wo
uld be an ideal solution.

  If he could put in an order for the perfect grandmother, it would be Mrs. Parnell. He was beginning to feel as if he knew his daughter less and less these days, but he was fairly certain that Stevi—Stephanie, he amended—would get along very well with her.

  “I would if I could, Steve,” Celia answered kindly. “But I’m afraid my company keeps me very busy these days. Otherwise—”

  “I know,” Steve said, cutting her short. He didn’t want the woman feeling that he was serious. “I just thought I’d give it a shot.”

  Celia knew he was attempting to politely extricate himself from the conversation, but she detected an underlying note of bewilderment and even sadness, now that she listened carefully. She didn’t think she remembered ever hearing him sound down before.

  “Steve, I wouldn’t give up on the idea of finding a decent housekeeper just yet.” She recalled the visit she’d had with Bonnie Reynolds the other day. An idea began to form. “I just might have the perfect person for you. Let me get back to you—”

  “Wait, there’s more,” he said, wanting to tell her something before she hung up. “I mean, I do need a housekeeper, but she’ll need to be more, as well.”

  “Oh?” Celia wasn’t altogether certain where this conversation was going and if she’d be able to help once it got there. She waited patiently for him to continue.

  Steve hesitated. “I don’t know how to put this, really.”

  “Words might be useful, Steve. Just start talking. I’ll do my best to try to figure it out,” she promised.

  An intelligent man, he wasn’t accustomed to being out of his element. But he definitely was now. Taking a breath, he started doing exactly as she suggested.

  “Well, as you know, it’s been Stevi—Stephanie and I for the last six years. Despite the demands of my job, I’ve been able to manage finding a lot of quality time with my daughter. We’ve done everything together. Everything from fishing to tea parties to baseball games and ‘Aliens and Astronauts’—”

  “‘Aliens and Astronauts’?” Celia questioned, puzzled. As the grandmother of three, including one teenage boy, she made an effort to keep up on the latest trends in games, but this was a new one.