Alex just couldn’t shake the memory of Gwen. The soft caress of her hands across his stomach, the scent of her lavender shampoo, the sharp sass of her wit wrapped in the soft contrast of the Tennessee accent that came out when she was flustered…
Another week together ought to get her out of his system. Then he could get back on the prowl and reaffirm his reputation as a notorious bachelor.
Now that his project had gotten rolling, he could take a step back and let Tabitha and his management team run the show. When he and his friend Wade had started their first real estate development business, they’d been hands-on, start to finish. Now that he’d spun off and had the money to hire talented staff, he could do what he wanted and keep from getting bogged down in the details. He was looking forward to more time to play than he’d had in a long time. A few days in the Hamptons for the Fourth of July holiday was a great way to kick it off.
Alex turned onto the road that would lead to Will and Adrienne’s waterfront vacation estate. Adrienne had concluded the family’s ten-thousand-square-foot summerhouse was far too large for just the two of them and decided to make an event out of it. About eight other people would be joining them this week for some relaxation and fun.
At first, he hadn’t planned to come, but when he realized Gwen would be there, too, he’d changed his mind. Although they’d agreed not to contact each other, there was a part of him that wished she had texted him every now and then. He missed the sound of her laughter and her bright smile. A few days with her could scratch that itch.
What he hadn’t known until now was whether Gwen was bringing someone with her. He was hoping she would be up for Fling 2.0, but he couldn’t be sure. If she’d shown up with another man, this would have been a long, boring week of clambakes, pool parties and cold beds.
A small, worn wooden sign marked the circular driveway to the house. Alex slowed his Corvette and turned in, pulling behind a Range Rover and a silver Mercedes convertible.
He popped his fist against the horn to announce his arrival and climbed out of the car. His khakis and polo shirt had been a touch too warm in the city, but near the water there was a nice breeze making it cooler and much less humid. Perfect for being outside.
“Alex!” Adrienne called out from the front porch. “Will, Alex is here.”
She started down the steps to greet him, and Alex noticed that his best friend’s bride was looking as lovely as ever. She wore a pair of denim shorts with a light green sleeveless blouse tucked in, and her dark hair was pulled into a ponytail, her complexion a bit pink from the sun. To see her now, you’d never know she’d once survived a plane crash and undergone multiple reconstructive surgeries.
As Adrienne held out her arms to hug him, only the thin, white line of a scar up her left forearm remained. Alex pulled her into his embrace and gave her a tight squeeze. He’d been so busy lately he really hadn’t seen much of them, either. In his business, it was feast or famine. Either he was working almost nonstop for months at a time, or he was home, freewheeling while his manager, Tabitha, handled the rest. The project in New Orleans was a big one and sucked up more of his time than he had expected.
“Do you need help with your bags?” she asked. “Will is out back fighting with the new grill.”
The thought of Will grilling brought a smile to Alex’s face. They’d likely starve or call in a caterer before the trip was over. “Nope,” he said, pulling a duffel bag from the passenger’s seat. “This is all I have.”
“I’ll show you to your room, then.”
Alex followed Adrienne and her flip-flops into the house and up the grand, circular staircase that wrapped around the living room. They traveled down a long, white hallway with alternating doorways and artwork on each side.
“Here it is,” she said, opening the door and waving him inside.
Alex went in and tossed his bag down on the queen-size sleigh bed that dominated the room. The bed was covered in an intricately designed quilt and large, fluffy pillows. The light oak wood of the bed matched the tall dresser and bedside stand. There was a flat-screen television, an overstuffed chair and ottoman, and a ceiling fan turning gently to keep air circulating. Honestly, it was far nicer than the hotel room he’d been living in the last few months in New Orleans, and he’d paid quite a bit for the privilege.
“You have your own bathroom,” Adrienne said, gesturing toward a door on the far wall.
“Great. Where is everyone else staying?” Alex wanted to know exactly how far he might have to go in his underwear to get back from Gwen’s room before everyone woke up. If he was lucky, it was her door he could see across the way.
“Emma, Peter and Helena are staying down the hall. Sabine, Jack and Wade are in those rooms across from you. Will and I have the suite downstairs, and Gwen’s room is just off the kitchen.”
Damn. She was about as far from his room as logistically possible. Just great. That would make sneaking around quite a bit more difficult. Alex tried not to frown. He didn’t need Adrienne asking questions.
“Looks like I have everything I need, then.”
“Great. I’ll let you get settled, and we’ll see you downstairs.”
Adrienne slipped out of the room, leaving him alone. He heard the dull slap of her footsteps down the wooden staircase, then pulled back the curtains and watched for her to step out onto the patio. He could see Will out there, hovering over the stainless steel grill that was built into the L-shaped outdoor kitchen they’d added since his last visit. Adrienne kissed him on the cheek and assisted him in investigating the mysteries of the new cooktop.
With the coast clear, he unzipped his bag and pulled out a bottle of wine and a bundle of crimson roses he’d picked up for Gwen on his way out of town. His father had always taught him that a gift was never a bad way to start off on the right foot, especially with women. Alex would’ve gotten her some jewelry, but the last time he’d tried, she’d pretty much laughed in his face. To avoid a repeat, he’d opted for something a little more low-key. With Gwen, he’d learned he had to strike a balance between thoughtful, nice and too expensive.
Hiding them behind his back, he headed downstairs in search of Gwen’s room. He’d stayed in that bedroom a few years back at another summertime Taylor gathering, so now he easily found it near the laundry room and kitchen, tucked away in a remote corner. At one time, it had been the maid’s quarters.
The door was halfway open. From his vantage point, he could see an open suitcase lying on the bed. Alex approached the entry and poked his head around the corner. Gwen was putting clothes away in her dresser.
Her back was to him, so he took a moment to admire her. A strapless cotton sundress flowed in bright colors to her ankles and bare feet. Her curly, ash-blond hair was pulled up in a clip that left soft tendrils at her bare neck. He was suddenly filled with the undeniable urge to kiss her there.
Alex slipped silently into the room, creeping across the plush rug to come up behind her.
“Hello again, gorgeous,” he said, wrapping his arms around her to display the wine and roses and planting a warm kiss at the apex of her neck and shoulder. “These are for you.” He felt her tremble slightly at his touch, then stiffen beneath his hands.
She didn’t turn to him or take the gifts. Instead, a soft, hesitant voice politely replied, “Hello, Alex.”
A feeling of unease nagged at Alex’s brain and threatened to override the longing building in his gut. This wasn’t the welcome he’d expected from her at all. He’d anticipated a smile, a hug, maybe an enthusiastic “Hello, sugar”…or at the very least, a thank-you for the flowers. Perhaps he had miscalculated. Her less than enthusiastic greeting made him wonder if she was upset with him. Had she expected him to call even though they’d agreed not to? At the time, she’d seemed to understand what they had together, but she wouldn’t be the first woman to be disappointed or upset when the relationship ended as planned.
She finally took the roses and the wine, setting them on top of the
dresser without really looking at them, her back still facing him. Note to self—Gwen wasn’t a fan of expensive jewelry, roses or red wine. What did she like?
“How have you been?” she asked. Her voice sounded more normal now, less timid. Perhaps he’d just startled her.
“Busy,” he said, his free hands now planting at her waist. She didn’t pull away, but she didn’t lean back against him, either. The flowers hadn’t done their magic, but he knew just how to thaw out a woman’s cold reception. The feel of his arousal pressed against her back would certainly soothe her pride and let her know how badly she’d been missed. “You?” he asked, letting his palms glide around to her stomach to pull her reluctant body into him.
At least, that was the idea. As his hands ran over a soft, rounded belly instead of the flat, firm one he remembered, Alex paused.
The realization washed over him like a tidal wave. The breath was knocked from his lungs and his muscles seized, allowing him to neither pull away nor spin her around to see the truth with his own two eyes.
“Busy,” she whispered, repeating his words. “And as you may have noticed, pregnant.”
* * *
The hands on Gwen’s rounded stomach had turned from a gentle caress to a grip of immovable stone in an instant. The pressing of his fingertips into her belly were almost painful in their intensity. She put her hands over his and pried them away so she could turn around and finally face him.
Gwen hadn’t been sure how she would feel seeing Alex again. The boyishly handsome face was just as she remembered it, sending her heart racing unexpectedly in her chest. Her fingers itched to run through his messy, blond hair. Her lips ached to leave a trail of kisses along the faint stubble of his jaw. In an instant, it was as if the last few months apart had never happened.
But at the same time, Gwen wondered if coming here had been a mistake.
The golden-hazel eyes that had once sparkled with mischievous passion were now wide with unexpressed emotions and burrowing into her stomach. Granted, it was hard to ignore. To say she’d blossomed in the last month was an understatement. She’d gone from a small pooch of a belly to full-blown second trimester almost overnight.
But it wasn’t the surprise on Alex’s face that concerned her. She expected that. It was the red blotches spreading across his skin and the hard, angry line of his jaw. He was always so laid-back and carefree. She’d never seen him upset, but she supposed when you had enough money, you could fix any problem. Now his personality had taken a one-eighty swing, and Gwen wasn’t even certain he’d taken a breath for the last two minutes.
“Breathe, honey, before you pass right out.”
His gaze darted to meet hers, the intensity of it making her chest tight. She wanted to squirm and move away from him, but she stood her ground. She hadn’t done anything wrong. Why should she run?
“Breathe?” he said at last. “You show up here pregnant without saying a word to me about it and tell me to breathe? Were you saving the news for my birthday or something?”
“It’s none of your business what I do. We aren’t an item. Why would I…?” Gwen started to argue, then stopped, realizing her mistake. She’d never thought for a minute that Alex would think this child was his. She was only five months along, but the furious set of his jaw indicated he wasn’t familiar enough with a female gestational cycle to make that distinction.
They’d slept together and now she was pregnant. He’d obviously jumped to the wrong conclusion.
“This isn’t your baby,” Gwen quickly clarified.
Alex opened his mouth to start arguing with her, but her sudden and unexpected response stopped him short. “Are you certain?” he asked, his face almost pained by the words.
“One hundred percent. I haven’t seen you since November, and I’m only at twenty-two weeks. Unless some of your li’l swimmers decided to camp out in my apartment for the holidays and attack when I was least expecting it, you’re in the clear.”
His brow furrowed, and she could see the anger slowly fade away as the muscles in his neck relaxed. His whole body started to uncoil and he took a deep breath, the casual, easygoing posture she remembered finally gaining hold.
Alex ran a hand through the shaggy strands of his golden hair and shook his head. “You really scared the hell out of me, Gwen.”
She was certain of that. Blended in with the anger glittering in his amber eyes had been a healthy dose of fear. When they were together, they’d been quite meticulous when it came to taking all the proper precautions. They both had their reasons. Alex said he didn’t want the entanglement of a child, although she expected there was more to it than just that. And as for Gwen, well, she was sure he couldn’t guess why it had been so important for her at the time, but an unexpected pregnancy would’ve derailed everything.
“I’m sorry,” Gwen said, the words coming easier with the tension in the room fading. “If you were the father, I would’ve told you. I couldn’t keep a secret like that for long, and Adrienne would’ve had my hide for even trying.”
For her own self-preservation, Gwen had kept her fling with Alex a secret. Adrienne would make a bigger deal out of it than it was intended to be. And by the time her friend had returned from her honeymoon in Bali, Alex was gone and there wasn’t much point in mentioning it. It was just one fantastic last hoorah before her man-break. Nothing more.
Instead, she’d tried to pretend it never happened. The holidays and her pregnancy had done well to distract her. To a point. She blamed the hormones for her more emotional moments when thoughts of Alex slipped through her defenses.
Now Alex looked a touch uncomfortable, shifting his weight and burying his hands in the pockets of his khakis. It was about as close to repentant as she’d ever seen him. “I wish I’d known about all this,” he said. “I mean, Will had no reason to think I would care, but I never would’ve touched you like that. Or brought you wine, obviously.”
Gwen smiled. After eight months without a man, his brief touch had been the highlight of her week. Month, maybe. It was right up there with feeling the baby flutter inside her for the first time. “That’s okay. Pregnancy isn’t contagious.”
Alex laughed, breaking the last of the nervous tension in her bedroom and reminding her of the lover she knew. During those two weeks, they’d spent as much time laughing and talking as they had making love. They’d walked around the city, dined in new restaurants and just enjoyed being in one another’s company. It was easy to be with Alex.
Looking at him now with his bright, charming smile made her long to touch him again. For Alex to hold her and whisper into her ear the way he had before. But that was a pointless fantasy. Alex was just the latest in a long line of men destined not to stick around. As relationships went, Gwen had a miserable track record. She was always drawn to the men that would leave. A guy that was steady, loyal and committed to a woman didn’t even show up on her radar. Probably because she didn’t want one hanging around that long.
“That’s not what I meant,” he said. “I meant I shouldn’t have presumed you were free for us to, uh… I mean, I hope if the father finds out about this that you let him know I didn’t realize you were taken. Will said you came up alone.”
Gwen frowned. “‘Taken’?” Truth be told, she was anything but. Occupied, perhaps, but not taken.
Alex’s glance darted to her left hand as it rested on the swell of her stomach. “I guess I assumed since you were having some guy’s baby that he might mind me groping you. I know I’d probably be crazy with jealousy if someone put the moves on the mother of my child.”
That was one thing Gwen certainly didn’t have to worry about. “I assure you that Robert isn’t really concerned with what I do or with whom.”
In an instant, a touch of Alex’s previous anger returned, and a dark pink colored the outer shell of his ears. His hazel gaze pinned her on the spot. “Robert who? Tell me the bastard’s name.”
Gwen’s eyes widened in shock. She wasn’t quite sure if
it was because Alex looked as though he was ready to punch the baby’s father in the face, or because he cared enough to go to the trouble. She thought she was just another notch in the proverbial bedpost. Certainly it wouldn’t warrant such a protective response from him. “What does it matter? What are you going to do about it?”
“I’m going to sit him down and make sure he does right by you and his child.”
“Good lord.” Gwen laughed. “You sound like my Paw-Paw. Are you going to take your shotgun, too?”
“If I had one. I might go buy a gun just for the occasion.”
Gwen’s lower back was beginning to throb from standing in one place for too long. It was just one of the joys the second trimester had brought, along with insatiable hunger and an aching, expanding belly. A fair trade for the end of morning sickness, she supposed. She moved over to the bed to sit at the edge. “I appreciate the offer, but that won’t be necessary. The situation is complicated and will take more than a few minutes to explain. But trust me when I tell you Robert is a perfectly wonderful husband and will be just as good a father.”
“He’s married? Jesus, Gwen. Maybe you need a talking-to as well.”
Gwen sighed and patted the mattress beside her. “Sit down, Alex.”
He hesitated for a moment, then settled down beside her. He maintained what he probably thought was the proper distance from a mother-to-be, but she could still feel the warmth of him, and the scent of his cologne hovered in the air she breathed. It took everything she had not to close her eyes and imagine being in his arms again. Not that she ever would be. Even if he had been interested initially, there was nothing quite like a surprise pregnancy to kill the mood.
“Listen, you’ve got the wrong idea about all of this. The father hasn’t done anything wrong. In fact, his wife knows about everything and approves. Robert and Susan are good people who suffered a horrible tragedy that no one should ever have to face. I had the power to help them, so I did.”
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