Who's The Father Of Jenny's Baby?

She and Luke had slept together in that bed. Had she taken his brother into this bed, too? The very idea sickened her. Just as, she was sure, it sickened her husband.

“Jenny.”

Luke’s voice startled her. She looked at him, hugging her arms across her chest. His muscular body was taut and he looked as if he had something on his mind, but couldn’t find the words to express himself.

What must he think of her? She was helpless to stop the question from whispering across her thoughts.

“I wish things were different,” he said at last. “I’d hoped your homecoming would be...”

He pressed his lips together, letting the rest of the sentence trail off. Reaching up, he raked his fingers through his hair. The breath he expelled was shot through with frustration. “You rest,” he told her. “Mary will come later to check on you. I’ll see you at dinner.”

Then he turned on his heel and left her alone in the peaceful room.

She slipped off her shoes and stretched out on the bed, her chaotic mind a direct contrast to the serene colors and soft fabrics surrounding her. Her greatest wish at this moment was to close her eyes, fly away on the gentle wings of sleep. But her conscious mind had other ideas—ideas it refused to let her ignore.

There were brothers in this house, snipping and snarling like two dogs with one bone. There was a marriage, tattered and torn. And there was a child. Instinctively, Jenny’s hand moved to her stomach. A child that two men claimed.

The pivotal point of all these problems was her...a woman who had no memory of how any of these situations had come to be. Lord above, she sent the silent prayer heavenward, how am I ever going to untangle the mess I’ve made of all these lives?

Chapter Three

Jenny’s eyes fluttered open and a sleepy sigh escaped her lips. The room was illuminated with the soft mauve and gray hues of twilight. She’d slept away the entire afternoon. Her muscles felt languid and heavy, yet her mind was keen, her thinking clear, as if something was about to happen.

Sitting up, she swept back the tangle of hair that had fallen over her face, and before she even had time to draw a deep breath, Luke pushed open the door a crack and peeked in.

His brow creased in an apologetic frown. “I didn’t mean to wake you. I only wanted to check—”

“I was already awake,” she told him, marveling that she’d awoken with a such a strong feeling of expectation just seconds before Luke had come into the room. Did she have some kind of psychic connection to this man? Some sixth sense that had alerted her to his imminent arrival?

The questions were so silly, they embarrassed her. “I can’t believe I slept so long.”

There it was again. That devastating smile that sent a jolt of soul-stirring electricity shooting through her. The same smile that softened the harsh planes and hollows of Luke’s face, making his handsome countenance even more attractive.

“But you were supposed to be resting,” he pointed out, his obsidian eyes warm and mellow in the dusky light filtering through the windows.

The concern she read in his gaze made her blood heat. She wanted this man. In a purely carnal sense. The thought shocked her. And at the same time the realization made her feel terribly conscious of her disheveled appearance.

“I’m a mess,” she murmured, averting her face and combing her fingers through her hair.

“You’re beautiful.”

The compliment had been whispered so softly, she couldn’t even be sure she’d heard him correctly. Jenny lifted her eyes to his and saw a sincerity there that stole her breath away.

She didn’t know what to say, how to act, and the silence swelled until it seemed to swirl and pulse with some mysterious energy. Jenny was sure he must hear the thunder of her heart in the utter stillness.

Finally, Luke came further into the room, stopping a few feet from the bed. “How’s your headache?”

“Gone,” she said, realizing that, for having fallen asleep with such worrisome thoughts, she felt well-rested. “Actually, I’m feeling pretty good.”

“I’m glad to hear that.”

The silky baritone of his voice sent shivers coursing down her spine. He was close enough to her now that she could smell the warm scent of him, an appealing mixture of woodsy cologne and the clean smell of shower soap. His black hair glistened damp in the fading, rosy glow.

Feeling desperate to break this tense allure threatening to overwhelm her, she reached over and switched on the bedside lamp. But the artificial light did nothing to dissipate the sparks that snapped and crackled in the air.

“Are you hungry?”

How could he ask such a mundane question with all this electricity throbbing in this suddenly-too-small room?

Whether he was conscious of the underlying current or not, his pretense of normal behavior was probably the best way to handle the situation, she decided. She’d simply follow his example.

“I’m starved,” she told him, proud of the confident smile she was able to offer him.

Absently, he slid his palm across the front of his shirt. “Mary fried some chicken and made a bowl of potato salad. Oh, and there’s baked beans and biscuits, too. And she didn’t forget that lemon meringue pie she promised.”

She sensed rather than saw his grin as he listed the dinner menu, her gaze glued to his hand where it rested on his broad chest. Even though she knew it was the last thing she should be doing, she couldn’t help but imagine how his pectoral muscles might feel under her own fingertips.

Hard and hot, she was sure.

Blinking, she realized that Luke’s eyes held an expectant look, as if he’d asked her a question and he was waiting for an answer. Heat suffused her cheeks as she said, “Um, I beg your pardon?”

He chuckled. “I guess the sandman still hasn’t let you completely loose.”

“I guess.” She didn’t mind jumping at the excuse he’d given her for her lack of attention, even though her brain was quick and keen, and had been since the instant she’d opened her eyes.

“I asked if you’d like me to bring you a tray,” he repeated. “Or would you rather join us downstairs?”

“I’ll come down,” she said, sliding to the edge of the mattress. But then she stopped, remembering that Luke had mentioned Mary. “Is she still here? Mary, I mean?”

He shook his dark head. “She had to go fix Bud’s dinner.” After a moment, he softly added, “Mary was disappointed that she didn’t get a chance to talk to you.”

Relief flowed through her when she realized she didn’t have to deal with yet another new experience. What do you say to people who know more about you than you do yourself?

Evidently, Luke recognized what she was feeling because he said, “It is going to be okay, you know. We’re just going to take it one day at a time.”

She smiled at him, his use of the plural pronoun making it seem as if she wasn’t in this all alone. But she didn’t let down her guard completely, remembering how, just a few hours ago, he’d acted irritated, almost standoffish toward her. Luke wasn’t going to be an easy man to figure out.

“I don’t mean to be timid about meeting Mary. It’s just that...” She let the sentence trail, knowing from the look on his face that he understood she wasn’t quite ready to take on the whole world.

His black gaze took on a note of warning. “Chad’s downstairs. You’re all he’s talked about today. He wants to see for himself that you’re really okay. I hope he won’t overwhelm you.”

The concern biting into his brow made Jenny feel secure for some reason. After her reaction to Luke and Chad’s bickering this afternoon, she didn’t feel that her husband would allow the situation to get out of hand.

Her husband. Thinking of herself as married gave her such an odd sensation. A sensation filled with a multitude of emotions. A sensation she really didn’t have time to ponder in depth at the moment.

She hitched up one shoulder a fraction. “I won’t lie to you,” she said. “I am a little apprehensive.”

“There’s no reason to be.” His smile faded as determination overtook his expression. “You can trust me on that.”