The Midwife's Glass Slipper / Best For the Baby: The Midwife's Glass Slipper

Instead of turning around, she sought his gaze in the mirror. He was standing behind her, tall and broad-shouldered, in a striped oxford shirt and casual slacks. She remembered his last kiss and being held in his arms. She wanted him to touch her and he looked as if he’d like to. But he kept a foot between them.

When she turned around to face him, that foot of separation disappeared. She just waited, their attraction for each other thrumming between them.

“Will you be all right here for a few minutes?” he asked. “I’d like to check on a patient.”

“Sure. I’ll be fine.”

Cocking his head, he asked, “Are you always fine?”

“I try to be. I believe if I act as if I’ve got a handle on everything, then maybe I will.”

“You’re an optimist.”

“You’re just learning that?” she joked.

“Yes, I am.” His silence said he was learning other things, too.

There was a glint in his eye, a spark of desire, the recognition that their attraction wasn’t going to go away because they wanted it to. She found herself responding to it. Her heart was pounding and a butterfly did a flip in her stomach.

Finally Jared said huskily, “I won’t be long.” Then he left the bathroom, explained to his mother where he was going and strode down the hall.

Although she didn’t know why, Emily felt shaken by their exchange. They were coming closer and closer to something inevitable. What? Confronting their attraction? Doing more with it? Yet Jared didn’t want involvement.

She shouldn’t get involved with a man who had walls around his heart. She was asking for heartache if she did.

Running the cold water, she took a paper towel and held it to her cheeks. Then she picked up the vase with the flowers and returned to Gloria. The older woman eyed her thoughtfully as Emily set the flowers on the windowsill.

Amy and Courtney had settled into a chair together with a magazine on their laps. It was one of those country magazines with pictures of farms and children and animals. They chatted to each other about them and then showed them to their grandmother. Once they were intrigued again by a picture of a huge dog in the magazine, Gloria laid her head against the pillow. “Jared doesn’t trust many people with his daughters. He must think highly of you.”

“I work with Jared as an obstetrical nurse practitioner. I hope he respects the work I do and knows what kind of person I am.”

“Oh, I think he knows.”

Emily’s attention went from the girls, who were studying a wagon filled with pumpkins, to Jared’s mother.

Emily didn’t say anything, though. If Jared’s mom had something she wanted to tell her, Emily would give her the opportunity.

“I think he’s interested in you, and you like him,” Gloria suggested.

What should she say? What could she say? After all, Jared’s daughters were right there. Children had great hearing and long memories.

Something about his mother’s intent green gaze made honesty essential between them. “We don’t really know each other very well. In fact—” She stopped, realizing she was about to say too much.

“In fact?” Gloria urged her on. “There’s a lot about me that Jared doesn’t know, just as I’m sure there’s a lot I don’t know about him.”

“Time could take care of that,” his mother assured her.

“Possibly.”

Gloria appraised her for a few more moments. “My son has walled himself off to everyone but his daughters until now. When he looks at you, I see a change in him that wasn’t there before.”

Emily couldn’t help but ask, “What kind of change?”

“Curiosity, appreciation, possibility. A small crack where a little bit of light is glimmering through. He needs a personal life. He hasn’t had one since his marriage.”

“I don’t think he wants one,” Emily admitted.

“You could be right. On the other hand, the crackle I see between the two of you might be bigger than both of you.”

Crackle. Sizzle. Sexual chemistry. Even if they had that, did Emily want an affair? She’d never had affairs. She’d had one serious relationship—with Richard.

She had so much baggage. Sending a check to Richard every month was a responsibility she took seriously. It would take her years to cover the money he’d siphoned from his pension. What man would want to take that on? Not to mention the way Jared might feel when he knew the circumstances behind her legal bills.

“How old are you?” Gloria asked.

“I’m thirty-two.”

“Have you ever been married?”

“Yes, I’m divorced.” She expected to see judgment in Gloria’s eyes, maybe disapproval. To her surprise, she didn’t see either.

“And Jared is forty-three, also divorced. I imagine you both have history that needs to be put to rest.”

“Sometimes history can’t be put to rest.” Not when it was ongoing, Emily thought…not when she felt as if she had to hide it.

“Would you do something for me, Emily?”

“What?”

“If you have feelings for Jared, don’t give up on him if he seems to push you away.”

Courtney suddenly scrambled off the chair and placed the magazine into her grandmother’s lap. “See the horse? I want to ride a horse.”

“Me, too,” chimed in Amy.

Emily was glad for the interruption.

While the girls chatted with their grandmother again, she had time to think about their conversation. The last thing she’d expected to find in west Texas was romance. Yet Jared was the type of man she’d always dreamed of meeting someday. He was sexy and caring and a wonderful dad.

There were so many things he didn’t know about her.

When Jared returned to the room a short time later, Emily was sitting in the chair with Courtney on her lap. Amy was standing at her grandmother’s bed, singing a song she’d learned in preschool.

Emily noticed Jared stop in the doorway, taking in the scene. His gaze was gentle as it rested on his daughters. But when it settled on his mother, he frowned and a distant look came into his eyes. Emily had noticed that same distance in his tone when he mentioned his mom, and couldn’t help but wonder what had caused it. Gloria Madison seemed to be a kindly, friendly woman. What had transpired between mother and son to cause resentment? Was that what Jared felt toward his mother?

Crossing to Gloria’s bed, he said, “I think two little girls are more than ready for bed.”

“We’re not sleepy, Daddy,” Courtney told him, and then yawned.