Having Her Boss's Baby

by Susan Mallery

  Shortly after five she heard the garage door open. Her heart leapt in her chest, but she forced herself not to react when he walked into the kitchen. She finished chopping the bell pepper, then wiped her hands on a towel and turned to face him.

  He looked awful. There were dark shadows under his eyes and a heaviness to his step. She doubted he’d slept, although he’d obviously showered and changed clothes somewhere. She remembered the fabulous bathroom attached to his office, which was, ironically, the place where all this started. If he hadn’t caught her coming out of his office that morning, he wouldn’t have known about the baby.

  She would have told him eventually, she thought, what with him being Jimmy’s only relative, but by then she would have gone to her parents and who knows what would have happened. She doubted they would be married right now.

  He shrugged out of his suit jacket and slung it on the counter. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I shouldn’t have left like that. I had no right to worry you. I thought about calling, but by the time it occurred to me, it was about three in the morning and I hoped you would be asleep.”

  “I wasn’t,” she said softly, trying not to show how relieved she felt to see him.

  He ran his hand through his hair. “Walking out isn’t my normal solution to an argument,” he admitted. “I don’t know what happened.”

  “It’s an emotional topic.”

  “Still no excuse,” he muttered. “It won’t happen again.”

  She wanted to ask why. Did he mean he would handle things better in the future or that they wouldn’t be in a position to have fights because they wouldn’t be together?

  She turned off the burners she’d lit on the stove and moved both the pan and the pot to the side.

  “We need to talk about this,” she said. “About Jimmy.”

  He stiffened. “No, we don’t.”

  “You can’t dump something like that on me and then refuse to discuss it again. It’s too important. You’re in pain, Dev. I understand why you miss him, but you’re not responsible for his death. You didn’t make him screw up his life, you didn’t make him steal and you didn’t pull the trigger on the gun that killed him.”

  “I will not discuss this with you.”

  His voice was ice and she shivered from the cold.

  “Dev…”

  “I like you and respect you,” he said firmly, “but this topic is off-limits. I also want to be clear about a few other things. As far as I’m concerned, the initial rules are still in place. In two years, this marriage ends.”

  She felt as if he’d slapped her. “We’ve moved past that already.”

  “No, we haven’t. Sleeping together doesn’t change anything. I will walk away in two years.” He drew in a breath. “I understand if you have to think about all this and even if you want me to move out while you consider it.”

  His tone softened, but his words still cut her. Sleeping together? Is that what he thought they were doing? For her, it was much more than that.

  She looked at him and wondered what he wasn’t saying. Was he trying to get her to back away? She knew he enjoyed their lovemaking, so she didn’t think he wanted that to end. So what was this about? Did he need her at arm’s length so he wouldn’t start to care? Or was that just wishful thinking on her part?

  She wanted to believe that he was afraid of falling in love with her, but what proof did she have? Except for his overzealous guilt about Jimmy, Dev seemed like a regular guy. Why would he be afraid of loving anyone? He was certainly committed to Jimmy’s child.

  Was he afraid she would leave, so he was protecting himself, or was that even more wishful thinking?

  “You don’t need to leave,” she said slowly. “If anyone were to leave, it would be me.”

  She thought he tensed, but she wasn’t sure.

  “Are you leaving?” he asked.

  “No. I’m your wife and I want to stay with you.”

  “In my bed?” he asked bluntly. “Are you willing to sleep with me, knowing there’s a time limit?”

  He was trying to push her away, but why? Would it make him feel better or worse to have her agree to his terms?

  There was no way for her to know and she believed if she asked, he would avoid the question. Which meant she could only worry about herself and what she wanted.

  “I still love you,” she said. “My feelings aren’t up for grabs, nor can you dictate or legislate them. My question for you is can you handle that? Can you live in this house with me, knowing how I feel?”

  His dark eyes gave nothing away. “In two years, it’s over.”

  He had the final power in that, she thought sadly. He couldn’t make her stop loving him and she couldn’t make him care about her. In the end, if he didn’t want her anymore, she would go.

  “You’re my husband and I’m committed to this relationship,” she told him. “For as long as we’re together, I will share everything I have with you, including my heart and my body.”

  “Then you’re staying.”

  She nodded.

  “Good.” He grabbed his jacket. “I’ll go get changed.”

  “Dinner’s in about thirty minutes.”

  He nodded and left. Noelle stared after him and wondered if he recognized that nothing had been resolved. They’d entered into an uneasy peace for the moment, but the final outcome was anyone’s guess.

  A week later Noelle found herself continuing to live in a state of uncertainty. While she and Dev occupied the same house, they weren’t the loving, happy couple they’d been before she’d confessed her feelings and he’d told her about Jimmy.

  She and Dev spoke about everything that wasn’t important, shared physical space without touching and were painfully polite. At night they each claimed their side of the large bed, with neither making a move toward the other.

  In truth, she missed him. She missed laughing with him and touching him. She missed making love and feeling a part of something, but with no idea how to fix the problem, she didn’t know how to change things. Talking hadn’t gotten them anywhere and while she was fairly confident that if she reached for him he wouldn’t reject her, she wasn’t sure she was ready to make the first move.

  For once, her lack of experience was a handicap. She didn’t know how to handle the situation and she was too embarrassed to discuss it with Rachel and Crissy. As far as her friends were concerned, everything was perfect in the Hunter household.

  Noelle had never lived a lie before and she didn’t like living one now. But how to change things? Did they each need a good knock over the head?

  By the time she drove into the driveway after her study group, she didn’t have any answers. But she was surprised to see Dev’s car in the garage. It was only three in the afternoon. What was he doing home?

  “Dev?” she called as she walked into the kitchen.

  She saw him standing in the family room, along with Tiffany and what looked like enough luggage for an entire graduating class.

  Her sister took one look at her and burst into tears. Noelle instinctively held out her arms. Tiffany rushed to her and hung on tight.

  “Your mother called,” Dev said as she patted her sister’s back. “When you didn’t pick up here, she called me at work.”

  Tiffany stepped back. “I hate my life. I hate it so much. I hate living at home. Mom and Dad are so awful. I don’t want to live with them anymore. I want to come live with you.”

  Because they needed one more thing, Noelle thought, trying to see the humor in the situation and failing.

  “I’ll be good,” Tiffany said, wiping the tears from her eyes. “I promise. It’s just they don’t understand anything. Please, Noelle, don’t make me go back.”

  Dev motioned for her to follow him down the hall.

  “Wait here,” Noelle told her sister, then followed him into their bedroom. “I can’t believe this,” she said when he’d shut the door.

  “It’s a surprise,” he admitted. “Your mom called and said Tiffany w
as running away. Apparently a friend picked her up. Your mom said if we could stand to have her stay for a few days, it would be a big help. She thinks Tiffany needs a dose of reality.”

  “She needs more than that,” Noelle muttered, then waited for Dev to announce that there was no way he was letting her kid sister move in with them. Only he didn’t.

  “Aren’t you upset?” she asked.

  He shrugged. “I’m gone most of the time. She’s your sister and you’re the one who would be home with her. It’s your call.”

  She blinked. Never would she have guessed those words would come out of his mouth. Something was wrong, but she couldn’t figure out what.

  Dev waited while Noelle considered her options. What he wasn’t about to admit was that he saw Tiffany as an unexpected distraction. Things had been tense between Noelle and him. A third person might improve the situation, or at least keep them so busy that they’d forget to be painfully polite all the time.

  He knew he’d hurt her and he hated that. He’d been so damn careful to spell out all the rules so that wouldn’t happen, only he’d forgotten to address the possibility of feelings and sexual desire.

  He’d known making love with Noelle was a mistake. The shared intimacy had convinced her she had feelings for him. He didn’t consider that her feelings might be real. How could she know what he’d done and still care about him? Still, he’d upset her and caused her pain, when all she’d done was surprise him in the best way possible, over and over again.

  “If you don’t mind, then let’s tell Tiffany she can stay,” Noelle said. “Although it’s not going to be the cushy vacation she’s expecting.” She squared her shoulders. “Okay, I’m ready.”

  They returned to the family room. Tiffany stood anxiously by her piles of luggage. “What?” the teenager asked. “Noelle, you have to let me live here.”

  Noelle stared at her. “You can stay.”

  Tiffany shrieked and jumped in the air. “Really? That’s so great! I’m going to be so incredibly fun to have around, you’ll beg me never to leave. Can I live in the pool house? It looks fabulous.”

  “It is, but you’ll be in the house, staying in the guest room.”

  The one Noelle had recently vacated, Dev thought, knowing this would be a lot more awkward if she hadn’t already moved in with him.

  “There is also a condition,” Noelle continued.

  “I’ll do anything,” Tiffany promised.

  Noelle didn’t look convinced. “Okay—the condition is you follow my rules.”

  Tiffany shoved her long, blond hair off her shoulders and sighed heavily. “What rules?”

  Noelle smiled. “You’ll like them. Some of them will even be familiar. One, you will have a list of chores to be completed on a daily basis. Two, you will have a curfew and be home by nine.”

  “Nine?” Tiffany shrieked. “Nine at night?”

  “Three,” Noelle continued, ignoring her. “No boys in the house. Not ever, not for five minutes. None. Zero. Girlfriends are allowed, but only when one of us is home. Girlfriends will vacate the house by nine unless they are staying for a preapproved sleepover. Four, you will not go into the pool when you are home alone. Five, you will play your music at a reasonable volume and we determine what is reasonable.” She paused. “That’s all I can think of for now, but there may be more later. If you violate any of these, I’ll pack your stuff myself and toss you out. Is that clear?”

  Tiffany stared at her sister as if she’d never seen her before. “You’re worse than Mom,” she breathed, then turned to Dev. “Tell her she’s being unfair.”

  Dev held up both hands. “This is between the two of you. Leave me out of it.”

  On the one hand, he thought Noelle’s rules were strict, but on the other, he understood her plan. She was trying to make Tiffany see that running away didn’t solve anything. A lesson he obviously needed to learn himself, based on how he’d acted after their big fight.

  “Dev works and I’m taking classes,” Noelle said firmly. “Everyone in this house has responsibilities and that includes you, kid. So what do you say?”

  Tiffany sighed. For a second, Dev thought she was going to balk, but she nodded slowly. “Okay. Fine. I’ll follow the rules.”

  “Good. I’ll take you to day care every morning and pick you up at five.”

  He frowned. “Tiffany’s in day care?” She seemed kind of old.

  Tiffany giggled. “I don’t go. I help. Through the church. Teenagers who are too young to get jobs and stuff volunteer. We don’t get paid, but we will get a nice reference, which helps us when we want to get real jobs.”

  That made sense. He picked up several of the suitcases. “I’ll carry these back.” He looked at Noelle. “The bigger of the two rooms.” Meaning the one she’d occupied.

  She nodded. “Take a bag, Tiffany. You’re not in a hotel.”

  Her sister sighed. “Yes, ma’am.”

  She slung a couple of totes over her shoulder and followed him down the hall.

  “Here’s the room,” Dev said, pushing open the door. “Bathroom is next door.”

  Tiffany dropped her bags and flung herself onto the bed. “It’s really nice. At home I share with Summer. Lily shared with Noelle. With Lily going off to college, Summer’s getting her room and I’ll have Lily with me when she’s back from school. But our room isn’t nearly as cool as this.”

  She sat up. “Noelle is really bossy. She likes to take charge and be responsible. Boys don’t like that in a girl. Doesn’t it make you crazy?”

  He set down the suitcases. “No. But then I’m not a boy and your sister is my wife.”

  Tiffany’s eyes widened. “Wow. So you like her?”

  He smiled. “Yes. Very much. I think Noelle is terrific and beautiful.”

  Tiffany flopped back on the bed. “I want someone to think I’m terrific. Does that mean I have to act that way?”

  “Pretty much.”

  Later, when Tiffany was busy unpacking what appeared to be everything she’d ever owned, Dev walked into the master bedroom and found Noelle curled up in the window seat.

  “Are you sure about this?” he asked.

  She turned to face him and he saw tears on her cheeks. Panic seized him.

  “What happened?” he demanded as he crossed the room. “Noelle, what’s wrong?”

  She shook her head. “I’m fine,” she whispered.

  Like he believed that. “Then why are you crying?” He sat next to her and reached for her hand, but stopped himself.

  She drew in a breath. “I heard you talking to Tiffany. I heard what you said. How can you tell her I’m terrific and tell me that in two years you’ll walk away without looking back?”

  Damn. “The two statements have nothing in common.”

  “I disagree. Either you feel something for me or you don’t.”

  This time he did capture her hand and rubbed his fingers against hers. “I respect you and admire you. I want you. But I will not love you and you shouldn’t love me.”

  More tears trickled down her cheeks. Her eyes were the color of a midnight sky and he could feel her pain. “Why? It’s not just because of Jimmy. It can’t be. What else is there?”

  He didn’t know how to explain. There were so many reasons and his need to protect Noelle was powerful and strong. He’d watched his mother fade away from a broken heart when his father had refused to care for her. He didn’t want that to happen to Noelle.

  No doubt she would tell him that the solution was for him to love her, but he couldn’t. He had loved his parents and they had both left him. He’d loved Jimmy and had ended up destroying his brother. Love was dangerous and ended in loss.

  “When this is over, you’ll find someone else,” he said quietly. “Someone willing to give you his whole heart.”

  She snatched back her hand. “Do you think I want someone else? I haven’t given my heart lightly. Love just is, Dev, whether you want it or not. You can’t command it or explain it. Has i
t occurred to you that I might love you forever?”

  He stood and stared at her. “Don’t,” he said hoarsely, knowing he would never have wanted that for her. “Don’t love me, Noelle. I’m not worth it.”

  She looked at him sadly. “Apparently, neither am I.”

  Saturday morning Dev pretended to work in his home office, but in truth he did little more than stare at a computer screen. From outside came the screams of laughter as six fifteen-year-old girls and Noelle’s other sisters played in the pool.

  Part of him wanted to join Noelle and part of him wanted to run for the hills. Being around her had grown more difficult in the past few days.

  She never said anything reproachful, never yelled or pouted. But he felt her gaze on him and knew she watched and wondered why he couldn’t simply love her back. She didn’t understand what she asked. She didn’t know how impossible everything had become.

  It was only two years, he reminded himself. Surely they could survive that long. Then she would be free to leave and start over.

  Except what if she were right? What if she did only ever love him?

  He rose and walked out into the family room. From there he could see the backyard and the pool. Noelle sat by the water. Did she avoid the play because she wasn’t in the mood or was she afraid a bathing suit would give away her secret?

  She’d lied to everyone she’d ever loved because of him, he thought grimly. She’d wanted to go to her parents and tell them the truth and he’d wanted to take control. He’d known that he had to be a part of the baby’s life, so that he could atone for what he’d done to Jimmy. The decision had seemed right at the time, but now…he wasn’t so sure.

  The doorbell rang. He hurried toward the front of the house, grateful for the distraction. But when he opened the door, he knew there was always a price for everything.

  A man stood on the doorstep. It had been fourteen years, but despite the increase in gray hair and wrinkles, Dev recognized him.

  His father offered him a tentative smile. “Hello, son.”

  Chapter Eleven