by Ann Major
“Pregnant? I suggest you get your mind out of the gutter and focus on your work instead of my personal affairs—which, by the way, are none of your business….”
Pregnant.
The woman was an oracle.
Her appetite gone in the space of a heartbeat, Alicia knew she had to tell him the truth, and fast.
Thankfully, he was much too annoyed at his secretary to even glance at her as he strode back in.
“You’ve barely touched your food. Why?” he demanded, his voice colder as he set his phone down.
“Bad news, huh?”
“I have a life. Not that you probably give a damn what I was doing before the cops called me about you.”
“Try me.”
“I was just about to fire a lot of hardworking people, people who really need their jobs.”
“And your secretary thinks it’s all my fault.”
So many people blamed her for what her father had supposedly done. Some believed he’d stashed a fortune in a secret, offshore account in her name.
Her father said he was innocent and she wanted to believe him. Not that it was easy when everybody else thought he was guilty. And what did it matter whether he was innocent or not when her own bank accounts here in New Orleans and her credit cards were frozen? When two days ago Sam, her editor in chief, had caved in to mounting pressure to fire her from the editorial/writer job that she’d dearly loved. She had no money, no job, no reputation and no future. And four home pregnancy tests had been positive.
His anger crackled between them. “People distrust me now. Whatever I think about who’s to blame, I need to get back to the office. So, what do you say we cut to the chase? Why are you here?”
“You have an incredibly smart secretary.”
“What the hell does she have to do with anything?”
“I think I’m pregnant.”
He looked so dumbstruck, she truly felt sorry for him.
“What? No way!”
Three
His legs spread apart, Jake towered over Alicia as she silently hunched lower at his kitchen table. “Would you kindly repeat that.”
“You heard me.”
“Did you say you think…you’re pregnant. You don’t know? Why would you come here before you were sure?”
His glowering made her squirm uneasily. “I took four pregnancy tests, and they were all positive. I can’t eat. And I fainted, didn’t I? I’ve been nauseated the last two mornings. My period’s late. I could go on with the symptoms. Did I tell you I really like pickles right now? What do you think all that adds up to?”
A sledgehammer was pounding in his brain.
“Plus, because of you the feds kicked me out of my apartment, and I have nowhere to stay.”
“Have you had your condition confirmed by a doctor?” he asked.
She grabbed another sliver of apple. Shaking her head, she bit into it. “Not yet, but the way things have been going, I’d bet my miserable life that we’re probably pregnant.”
“We…”
“We!”
“Okay, but you could still be wrong about…us.” He looked sick to be using the plural pronoun.
“Right…. Four pregnancy tests can definitely be wrong on planet Earth. Anything in our magical realm is possible,” she said dully.
“Could be a bad batch.”
Shaking her head at him, she decided to try the white cheese he’d put out. In between bouts of nausea, she had a voracious appetite. What she really wanted was a dill pickle. Not that she was about to ask for one.
His face was hard and set as he watched her. “And you’re sure that if you are…”
Beneath his critical gaze, she lost her craving as a strange panic welled up inside her. She’d told him she couldn’t eat with him staring at her like that, but his mood was so bitter she thought maybe now wasn’t a good time to nag, so she laid the piece of cheese back on the platter.
“What? What is it? Why are you scowling at me like that?” she said. “What have I done now?”
He took a deep, worried breath.
“What?” she demanded.
“Sorry I have to ask this. Are you absolutely sure that…if you’re right…about you being pregnant…that I’m…that I’m the father?”
Vertigo made his granite countertops whirl round and round. His darkly handsome face blurred sickeningly.
“You moralistic jerk!” Fury consuming her, she sprang out of the chair and lunged at him. “Am I sure? Damn right I’m sure!”
He caught her wrist in midair and used it to swing her against the long length of his muscular body. Her full breasts slid against his ripped torso. In an effort to catch herself, she grabbed his lean waist. Then she fought to launch herself free of him. He used the leverage to pull her closer.
“Calm down. I just had to be sure.”
“I’m totally positive,” she yelled, kicking at him even as she pushed at his chest. “I told you that you’re the only man I’ve…. I’ve slept with…in months.”
His eyes had taken on the polar chill of blue ice chips. “What about my brother?”
Fury suffused her.
“Your father said you were going to marry him,” Jake persisted.
“My father made that up. Logan and I dated, but our relationship didn’t work on any level other than friendship. Not that my lack of a sex life is any of your business!”
“Maybe I disagree. After all, you claim I’m the father of your child.”
“If I’m pregnant, so are you! Not that I would choose you!”
“Nor I you!”
“Believe me, I…I wish it was somebody else’s! Somebody I met in a bar would be nicer! So let me go!”
“Are you going to try to hit me again if I do?”
“After what you just said, you deserve a bullet…you know where. But no, since I’m a lady.”
“You could have fooled me.” Releasing her, he watched her warily.
She backed a few steps away from him and rubbed her wrist.
“Okay,” he said. “I’m sorry to upset you, but I had to know. I used condoms, if you’ll remember. Lots of them. I took precautions.”
“Oh, yeah, well, you didn’t take enough!”
He stared at her for a long moment. “I’m sorry,” he repeated. “If what you say is true, and you’re pregnant, and it’s mine, I’ll accept full responsibility for the child…and for you…despite who you are…which means our next step should be to see a doctor.”
“If what I say is true? If? You still don’t believe me?” Her eyes narrowed and her pulse sped up. “Well, it’s true! Despite who you are! I hate this….”
“So the hell do I, but it looks like we’re stuck with each other, at least until we get some sound medical advice.”
“I’m afraid a doctor will only confirm the worst!”
“Obviously, you believe that,” he said. “But I won’t believe it until I hear him say it.”
“Dr. Preston’s a she. When she does, then what?”
“We’ll handle it,” he muttered.
“Well, if you think you can make me stop this pregnancy…”
His black brows slashed together. It was his turn to hiss in a breath and gape at her. “You don’t know me at all if you think I’d destroy my child.”
His outrage was so intense, she knotted her hands and stood up taller.
“How could I know what you feel on the subject or on any subject, when for all practical purposes we’re strangers?” she whispered.
“Strangers, cher? You wish. I wish. Unfortunately, that’s the last thing we are. I’d say we’re intimately connected.”
“I shouldn’t have come. Look, I’ll figure out how to do this on my own. I have a friend in London who’s offered… Never mind! Forget I ever came here.”
“As if I could.”
She turned away from him and stared at his backyard, which looked overgrown and badly in need of pruning. She did so love working with plants. Oh, how could s
he think of gardening at a time like this?
Jake was silent and still for a long moment, but she imagined his eyes boring into her back. Then his breath sped up, and he spanned the distance that separated them.
“I don’t want you to go,” he said, planting his hands on her shoulders. “You were right to come here. We’ll figure this out…together.”
Before she knew what he was about, he’d pulled her tightly against him. Some part of her wanted to twist out of his grasp, but another wanted to relax into his hard warmth and strength, so she let him pull her closer. The times when someone had held her and comforted her in life had been so rare since her mother’s death, and that night with him had been wonderful.
Then the next day her father’s empire had crashed very publicly, and her father had told her that Jake had been one of the main whistle-blowers who’d brought him down.
“I am to blame for what happened that night,” Jake muttered against her throat, his voice deepening with needs that at first she did not understand. “I wanted you and you wanted me, too. I didn’t realize what your father had done until the next day.”
“No.”
She shut her eyes, but it was impossible to ignore how wonderful she felt in his arms. Only gradually did she grow aware that he had become aroused.
“Stop this!” she whispered, trying to pull away.
“God help me, I still want you,” he whispered, snugging her even closer. “You feel the same. Kiss me.”
His husky tone and his hot, male body molded so tightly against her with such ardent need triggered…something.
She knew she should fight him, but instead she twisted around, ever so slightly, just enough so that she could tilt her mouth up to his.
He claimed her lips, hesitantly at first, but soon took all she was willing to give as greedily as he had the night he’d made love to her. He kissed her long and hard, his tongue plunging between her lips. She gasped as an answering desire began to course through her blood.
The sash of his robe came loose, and he yanked the edges of the robe aside, cupping her breasts, tracing his thumbs across her nipples, which were tight and hard. Ripping his shirt out of his slacks, he pulled it up, so that when he dragged her even closer, her breasts were mashed against his bare chest.
Contact with the coarse hair of his torso made her nipples peak and her blood burn.
“Oh, no.” She felt crazy with unwanted needs. Against her will, she arched her body so that her legs and thighs fitted his. His skin grew so hot she felt as if she was being consumed in a roaring furnace.
He was right about her wanting him. Limp with desire, she felt meltingly alive caught in his hard, strong arms. His mouth was on hers again and it was as if their bodies spoke a language all their own. Everything about him was sensually delicious and made her feel starved for more.
Despite his part in bringing her father down, she’d remembered his kisses and lovemaking longingly, and every night she’d dreamed of him and had awakened in the dead of the night, her body aching for his mouth and hands to caress her like this again, even though she denied it.
“I want you,” he said softly. “Despite everything, I want you on my kitchen table. On my foyer floor. In my bed. On my couch. In my shower. I want to repeat everything we did before. I want to do it again and again and more…until I’m too weak to stand and you have to feed me by hand in bed to revive me. And when I do revive, I’ll want you all over again.”
“God help me, I want all that, too,” she admitted shakily.
In that moment she actually believed she would never want to die anywhere else but in his arms.
Then he kissed her again, nibbling her lower lip at first. Gradually his kiss lengthened and grew hard. He fused his mouth to hers endlessly, his tongue mating with hers until she felt she was burning up like a star. She could hardly breathe when he pulled away at last.
“You are beautiful,” he said gently. “Unforgettable.” His hand slid over her body until his fingers closed over her plump breast. “Easy to talk to. And fun. I’ve thought about these breasts, their softness and the tightness of your nipples many many times these past few weeks. In fact I couldn’t stop thinking about you or them, no matter how diligently I tried.”
“Which means you don’t really like me…if you don’t even want to think about me,” she said, struggling to regain her senses. “All you feel is lust.”
Part of her wished he’d deny it.
“Call it whatever you like, it’s very powerful,” he said.
“Let me go,” she whispered. “Please…. This will only make an impossible situation worse.”
“But I want you,” he insisted.
“We have more serious things to think about. Plans to make. We’re already in over our heads as it is.”
“Have you ever had a habit you couldn’t break?”
“Is that what I am to you—a bad habit?”
Pulling her closer even as she fought to resist him again, he gripped her arms hard. But just as he brought his mouth down to hers and she thought she would soon be lost on a wild, dark tide, he froze.
For a long moment he stood as immobile as a statue. He stared down at her as if he were struggling as hard as she was for control. Then he cursed low under his breath and pushed free of her.
Feeling hurt and rejected, which made zero sense, she jerked the edges of the robe together and spun away.
Hot color flared in his cheeks, too; a savage muscle was jumping along his jawline. His devouring gaze flamed with a fierce blue light.
“Sorry,” he finally muttered in an edgy, unapologetic tone. Then he rubbed his jaw where the muscle twitched. “I don’t know what…happened. I…I just lost control there for a second. Sorry.”
He looked down at the floor and raked a hand through his mussed dark hair. Then he clumsily jammed the edges of his shirt into his waistband. “If I can’t trust myself around you, even knowing what you are, I’ve got to get the hell out of here.”
One minute he’d been out to prove she desired him; in the next he was running as scared as she was. And all because he’d lost his precious control.
She clenched her teeth and then unclenched them. “But we have to decide what to do.”
He took a deep breath. “First we have to find out if we have a problem or not. You need to call your doctor, make an appointment as fast as possible.”
“I need a place to stay tonight. Because of you, the feds took my apartment, all my furniture…and my car. I have no friends left in Louisiana.” She paused. When he didn’t say no immediately, she said, “I’d need a litter box and litter for Gus.”
“Okay. Of course, you can stay here if you like. But if you do, I’m moving out.”
“Where?”
“I don’t know.”
“You mean I’ll be here alone?”
“Just for tonight. Trust me. You’re better off with me gone. I don’t know what just happened between us or why. But I’ll be fine once I get off to myself, do some thinking and get a grip. I don’t like feeling trapped in this situation with you.”
“And you think I like it?”
“I’m not a mind reader, so I can only take your word for how you feel.”
She envied the way he could compartmentalize, the way his deep voice sounded almost cool and contained now when her heart was still racing.
Trying to copy him, she took a deep breath and tried to push down her emotions. It was probably better that they spend the night apart.
“Okay then,” she said. “Sounds like a plan.”
“I’ll give you my cell number. Call me after you make that appointment with your doctor.” He pulled a set of car keys out of his pocket. “I want to know when and where it is.”
“You’re leaving now?”
“I’ve got to get back to my office. Like I told you before—because of you, cher, I’ve got a lot of nice people to fire.”
“I’m sorry about that.” She truly was.
; He hesitated. “Just so you know where I’ll be…Tonight I think I’ll drive out to Belle Rose and spend the night in a friend’s houseboat in the swamp. I need to be by myself—to think.”
She arched her brows. Poor guy. If it hadn’t been for his part in her father’s downfall, she might have felt sorry for him.
He’d been having a bad day even before she’d showed up on his doorstep and announced they might be pregnant. And what had he done—he’d given up his house for the night, so she’d have a safe place to stay.
Four
When the sagging roofline of Bos’s houseboat loomed out of the steamy gloom of shadowy dwarf palmettos, bald cypress trees and water tupelo, Jake cut the motor and sprang toward the bow. He’d hoped he’d experience at least a slight lifting of his mood once he was out of the city and had returned to his boyhood refuge. Despite the familiar roar of bull alligators, locusts and frogs, he felt like a stranger in a foreign land. His leaden heart kept him alienated from all that should have been familiar and dear.
Images of a big-eyed, pale Alicia in the patrol car, the dull stares of his employees after he’d let them go, Cici’s and Logan’s radiant smiles at their wedding bombarded him in a never-ending loop. The thick heat of the swamp pressed too close, making him feel trapped by business and personal problems—and most of it was the Butlers’ fault.
The air was dank with the stench of rot and mold. He would have preferred to be rock climbing in Utah or Alaska rather than hanging out in the swamp. Still, this was the wild and life was always simpler in the wild. He kept a cabin south of Denali National Park in Alaska that he visited every summer. Too bad he didn’t have time to go there now. It was the one place that was far enough away from his real life so that he could count on solitude there clearing his mind.
Grabbing the bowline, he spread his legs so that he stood in the middle of the eight-foot aluminum flatboat as it drifted silently through the mirror-black swamp water toward the houseboat.
A night to himself even in this wild place wasn’t long enough to sort it all out, but it was a start. If Alicia was pregnant, he couldn’t abandon his kid—even if she was Mitchell Butler’s daughter.