Her Secret, His Child

“Maybe not, but when you’re in the classroom and you want to discourage any interest from nubile college girls, it can’t hurt.”

Obviously uncomfortable with his vaguely sexual reference, Jamie simply looked away.

“It would have to be business only.”

She’d said the words so softly he barely heard them, but his heart jumped with hope just the same. “Of course. If that’s what you want.”

Her gaze met his solidly then, filled with strength, with conviction. “That’s the way it has to be.”

He refused to be disappointed so quickly. “You’re married?”

“No.”

Then he could wait. “If you say it has to be just business, just business it is,” he told her, forcing himself to release her arm as he headed back around his desk. So it was going to take longer than an hour or two to unlock her defenses this time around. He’d waited more than five years. He could be patient.

Holding out his tax file, he said, “It should all be in there. You can reach me here or at home if you have any questions. Both numbers are on the inside jacket.”

Nodding, she took the file and flipped it open.

And for the first time since she’d walked back into his life, he caught a glimmer of a smile.

“What?” He was grinning from ear to ear. She’d almost smiled. He was climbing already.

“You want me to submit a bunch of maps to the IRS?”

He wouldn’t bother telling her what he really wanted. Not yet. At least not until he got as far as a full smile. He handed her the correct folder, instead. And was still grinning as he hurried across campus to his next class. He’d just found the woman he was going to marry.

CHAPTER FOUR

KAREN SMITH LOVED her husband. But she didn’t want to have his baby. Not again. Not alone.

She didn’t think he wanted her to have his baby, either. Which made telling him that she might be pregnant almost impossible.

She paced her living room, where the girls sat watching cartoons, little legs straight out in front. Their closeness comforted her, even if the irritatingly high voices on the cartoons did not. Jamie was due any minute. Her appointment with the new client from the university had been more than an hour ago.

Jamie was so damn lucky. She had it all. A career. A home. And Ashley. Oh, and a planner with appointments and meetings written in for practically every day. Karen didn’t have enough to keep track of to need a planner.

Jamie had a life. And probably because of that, she was the most unflappable, centered person Karen knew.

Karen, on the other hand, got up every morning, sent her baby off to school, cleaned, ironed and cooked, only to start all over again the next day. Cleaning the very same things. Ironing the very same clothes. Cooking the very same meals. No challenging decisions. No real thinking at all.

The fact that she loved doing household work made it even worse. That meant she really might be the boring, frumpy person her husband probably thought she was.

She ran her fingers through her short blond curls, the ones she’d styled so painstakingly that morning-as she did every morning—and her eye fell on the picture of Dennis perched among a collection of family portraits on the side table. God, she loved him. So much. He wanted her to spend more time with him. Maybe even travel with him a bit now that Kayla was getting older.

She’d love that.

Almost as much as she’d love a career. Something that was hers alone. Less because she actually needed to go out and do a job than because she wanted her husband to see her as a person, not just a housewife. She wanted to feel the way she was sure those women who worked with Dennis must feel. The way Jamie must feel. Confident. Intelligent. Important.

Though even the thought of having a career was laughable. What could she do? She’d married Dennis right out of high school. She had no skills, no training.

But she could change diapers. Oh, yeah, now there was something she could do....

The girls giggled and Karen nearly jumped out of her skin. They were so sweet, so innocent and precious, caught up in the ridiculously unbelievable antics of an animated cat and bird on the television screen. Her heart swelled with love as she watched their cheerful faces.

“You guys want some orange juice?” she asked.

“Yeah!” They chorused, never taking their eyes from the screen in front of them.

Glad of something to do, Karen headed for the kitchen to collect the two plastic cups with lids. Purple for Ashley. Yellow for Kayla. She filled them with juice, and while she was at it, she poured a glass of water for herself. Determined to be the type of wife a husband craved coming home to, she’d lost the weight quickly after Kayla’s birth. Especially since coming home was something Dennis did so infrequently.

And now, no matter how much she dieted, she was going to get fat again. Panic returned in force and she carried the drinks back into the living room—to the two little girls who thought she was great just as she was.

“Thank you, Mama,” Kayla said, sliding her chubby fingers into the handle of the cup.

“Thank you, Miss Karen.”

Ashley’s sweet smile almost brought tears to Karen’s eyes. But as she stood she caught a glimpse of her svelte figure in the mirror above the fireplace. How could she hope to keep Dennis interested in her while she was at home swelling up like an elephant and he was out doing business with remarkable, fashionable, intelligent women like Jamie? How was she ever going to compete?

How was she going to make it through another bout of midnight feedings, colicky crying and dirty diapers? Kayla meant the world to her; she’d give her life for her daughter in an instant. But she still felt trapped.

And might very well have another baby on the way. Washing down a sob with a sip of water, Karen turned back to the front window.

She just had to keep it together for a few more minutes. Then, once Jamie got there, maybe she could work up the courage to take the home pregnancy test she’d purchased that afternoon.

JAMIE STAYED UP late again that night. Doing Kyle Radcliff’s taxes. She wanted him gone from her life as soon as possible. She didn’t want to think about him. Didn’t want to remember the hours they’d spent talking. And more.

And she couldn’t think about Karen’s news, either. Hated the insidious envy that had been eating at her all evening as she pictured, again and again, the color change in that little vial this afternoon. Her friend was going to have another baby. Another legitimate baby. A privilege Jamie could only imagine. An impossible dream.

The Karens of this world had husbands. Their children had fathers. Jamie had men like Kyle Radcliff.

She knew what he’d wanted from their association five years ago. What he eventually got. And paid for. Anything else was irrelevant.

“Mommy?”

Or was it?

“Ash?” Jamie pushed away from her desk as the little girl scurried into the office, rubbing her eyes with a pudgy fist. “What’s wrong, baby?”

The footed bottoms of her pajamas scraping along the carpet, Ashley covered the distance between them and crawled onto her mother’s lap. “I waked up.”

Stifling the grin that rose easily to her lips as she gazed at the earnest face of her young daughter, Jamie gathered the child close and gently rocked her back to sleep. But, holding the tender weight against her heart, she couldn’t help wondering if she was waking up, too. From the wonderful dream world she’d created—back into the nightmare that was her life.

She couldn’t let that happen. Not at any cost.

And certainly not for a man who, with a look, a smile, a couple of eloquent words, could make her forget.

Especially not for him.