Let's Have A Baby!

Her heart momentarily stopped. “What are you doing?”

“Stopping you from doing something you’ll regret.”

Two

Until that moment, Kurt hadn’t realized how deadly serious he was.

He knew Jessie, better than she realized. Mary, his sister, had spent many evenings telling him about her friend. He knew about Jessie’s broken engagement and the time she was stood-up for the prom.

And because he and Jessie volunteered together at the local children’s center, he knew how much having a real family meant to her. But this wasn’t the way to accomplish that, no matter what she thought.

“You can’t stop me from going to Denver.”

“Yes,” he said. “I can. And I will. I’ll save you from yourself, Jessie.”

Slowly she shook her head, loose hair framing her face and so very nearly distracting him.

“Thanks for the offer, but I don’t want a knight in shining armor.”

“Tough. You’ve got one.”

Her eyes, columbine blue and frosted by icy resolve, seemed to challenge him. “Heroes are for fairy tales, Kurt, just like happily ever afters.”

“You don’t believe in them.”

“No...I never did.”

“Never?” he asked. Her eyes told a different story, though. They revealed what she never willingly would.

He took a single step toward her and watched her retreat. It wasn’t much, just a fraction of an inch. But her toes, with an intriguing brush of pink across the nails, had peeked out from beneath her nightclothes.

The flannel gown, severe, prim and proper, swooshed around her ankles. More than that, however, it was her eyes that still riveted his attention. They hinted at the secrets in her soul. “Never, not even once? In all your childhood years, you never wanted to be rescued?”

She opened her mouth, then closed it again.

“You were content with what you had, being shuffled from family to family?”

“Get out.” She pointed to the door.

“A little close to the truth?” he asked with coiled quietness. Her ridiculous proposal had angered him, the fact that she wanted only his sperm infuriated him and now her determination to go to Denver fanned a flame of frustration in him.

“Truth?” she repeated. “You want the truth, Kurt? Well, how’s this?” Her voice quivered, betraying the emotions that Kurt knew she was trying to hide. “I’m going to have a baby—if not yours, then someone else’s. So save us both the aggravation of misplaced chivalry.”

He shook his head and advanced again. “Sorry, sweetheart. You brought this to me and you made it my concern.”

“So what are you going to do, physically stop me from leaving in the morning?”

“If I have to.”

She shivered.

He took another, measured step toward her.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Try me.”

She sucked in a breath, her breasts rising beneath the cotton of her gown. Her nipples strained against the fabric and something deep inside him wrenched. For the first time since he’d first met her—when she wore a braid and knee-high white socks with a skirt—she affected him in a way that had nothing to do with friendship.

His instincts warned of danger while his body urged him toward it.

He reminded himself that Jessie was his sister’s friend.

Yeah. Right Too bad he wasn’t buying what his mind was selling.

“This is crazy, impossible.”

For a second, he had no idea what she was talking about.

“If you stop me in the morning, I’ll go later, after you leave. You can’t hold me prisoner in my own home forever.”

“Is that a challenge?”

“Kurt, stop this ridiculousness.”

“Sure.” He folded his arms. Better than touching her. “As soon as you agree to cancel your appointment.”

“If it’ll get you out of here, I promise I’ll call the clinic first thing in the morning.”

“Not good enough.”

Her eyelids squeezed shut for a fraction of a second.

“I’ll cancel it for you.”

“Cancel it for me? You’re out of your ever-loving mind.”

“That makes two of us. Give me the number of the doctor’s office, Jessie. Then I’ll leave you alone to your sweet dreams.”

“And an empty house,” she said quietly, the words more of a confession than a statement.

She winced, obviously having disclosed more than she wanted. He should pretend he hadn’t heard, and more, hadn’t seen the painful display of honesty in her eyes.

But right now, Kurt wasn’t feeling like much of a gentleman. He’d capitalize on her weakness, get her to see things his way, the right way. “That’s what this is all about, isn’t it?” he asked quietly. “An empty house.”

She didn’t answer him.

“If you don’t like being alone, get married.”