Holiday Baby

Cat might not describe Simon as nice. He was mysterious and guarded. He wouldn’t talk about himself and she’d had to dig hard to get any information about his background. He’d been a wealth of information on opals, though he hadn’t wanted his name mentioned in the article—only the company for which he worked. He’d said anonymity worked in his favor when buying gems. She’d sent the final draft of her article to his employer and even then no word had come from Simon. Maybe he hadn’t even seen it. Or cared to read it.

Ginger gave her a pointed look. “I think he’s lonely.”

“Simon is one of those men who prefers his own company.” Certainly he’d preferred it to hers. But then he’d moved to her hometown, befriended her brother and yet never once tried to contact her. What did it all mean? Was she part of the reason he’d come here, or was it all a complete coincidence? Was she just assuming he’d been thinking about her because she’d been unable to stop thinking about him?

When she’d first met him, introduced by her guide, she’d found him incredibly attractive with his scruffy hair and beard. He had a slight English accent that could melt the hardest of hearts.

Cat’s heart had been far from hard, especially when Simon had promised information for an article that was sure to wow her editor. And it did. The article ran a few months ago, right alongside her main piece about Kenya. Those were good days and that was a trip of a lifetime. One she’d probably never be able to take again.

“Cat?”

“What?” She opened her eyes. When had she closed them? She looked down at Opal. The baby slept undisturbed.

Ginger smiled. “I thought I’d lost you there.”

“Almost. Tell Zach there’s no need to get crazy or anything.” Cat stopped, not sure how to explain. She wasn’t proud of the choices she’d made that had led to her pregnancy, but she couldn’t claim it was Simon’s fault. It had been a mutual decision, made when emotions were high and they hadn’t been thinking about consequences.

She hadn’t written a word in that article about being followed to the point that they’d had to run for fear of real harm. That wouldn’t be good for a travel piece. But it had made for a thrilling adventure—one that had left her head spinning, and her good sense tumbling by the wayside.

“What happened? I mean, you know, if you care to share.”

The other two women in the room glanced their way as they left and headed back to church. Cat didn’t want to go to church. She’d rather hide out here awhile longer. She glanced at her sister-in-law, who was waiting for her to answer, eyes wide.

“I went to Kenya for a travel piece and saw this gorgeous opal in a Nairobi market. It came from the north in Ethiopia. I thought I should check out the opal trade there and my editor agreed. So I flew into the capital city of Addis Ababa and that’s where I met Simon, a real live gem hunter. He was able to take me to one of the opal mines.”

“Go on.”

Cat sat forward. “It’s unbelievable how precarious it is. The mines are holes in the sides of sheer mountains. The miners are local folks, and many used to be farmers.”

Ginger’s eyes were still wide. “Weren’t you afraid? All by yourself like that?”

“No.” Cat had loved her job, filled with adventurous travel that had kept her far from home and her past. Now it was over. She couldn’t leave Opal with just anyone and that had brought her back to Maple Springs and her family.

Cat shrugged. “I always had a reputable guide, so I felt safe. Simon served as my guide to the mines and he has a solid reputation in the industry. One evening, after he’d made a large purchase of raw opals, we were followed. Those men didn’t look like they’d play nice either, and the next thing I knew, we were running. We finally lost them, but it was raining so hard we took shelter in an abandoned hut for the night.”

Ginger absorbed the tale. “Did those men who were chasing you ever get the opals?”

Cat shrugged. “I don’t know. The next day, Simon had a local pilot take me back to the capital.”

“And you never saw him again?”

“Not till today.”

“Wow.” Ginger looked thoughtful.

“Yeah.” Cat glanced at the door when she heard a soft knock.

Simon entered, his close-cut hair tousled in the front as if he’d tried to pull it all out. “Cat, we need to have a talk.”

Her stomach tipped at the venom in his voice. “I suppose we do.”

Ginger stood, giving Simon a pointed look as if warning him to play nice. “I’ll check back before church lets out.”

Simon held the door for Ginger and then closed it behind her.

He stood slightly taller than average and was slender with a few streaks of silver gleaming in his dark hair. He sat in the seat that Ginger had vacated.

He took a deep breath and let it back out, a cautious expression spread across his face. “You’re sure it was me?”

Cat snorted. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

“Okay, okay.” He raised his hands before rubbing them against the tops of his thighs, clearly nervous. “Have you come home for a bit, then?”

She wasn’t giving anything away, even though his nervousness surprised her. He’d shown no fear when they’d been on the run from those men. “I heard that you’re leaving.”

He leaned back in the chair. “After Christmas, yes.”

“Why?”

He shrugged. “Living here wasn’t working for me and I’d like to get back to the hunt.”

Cat nodded. It was what she’d known all along. A man like Simon would never settle down.

He took a deep breath. “Look, I don’t know how to be a good father.”

“And I know how to be a mom?”

His eyes narrowed. “You appear to know what you’re doing and you’ve a good family here.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You have a solid support system. I will support you too, you know, financially.”

Cat sighed. So, they were only a financial obligation to him. “I’m not looking for you to do anything.”

Simon shot to his feet and ran his hand through his hair. “I won’t abandon my own kid.”

He’d abandoned her—setting her on that plane as if he couldn’t wait to be rid of her despite the night they’d spent together. She’d thought they’d shared something special, but the morning after proved it obviously hadn’t meant anything to him—just as their daughter didn’t seem to mean anything to him now...other than money he needed to pay.

She didn’t want him complicating things for her or Opal as some absentee parent whose only connection to them was child support. Or worse, popping in and out of their lives. A person couldn’t parent halfway and Cat wasn’t into taking his money unless Simon showed that he wanted to be a real dad.

“Can I hold her?” His voice was whisper-soft.

Cat wanted to refuse. He was leaving in a month’s time. Why bother pretending to care if he wasn’t going to make any commitment to stick around? And yet because he was leaving, what harm could there be in granting this small request?

With a sigh, she got up and walked toward him and settled Opal in his arms. She continued to support the baby from underneath and, being this close, she caught the light scent of Simon’s spicy cologne. “Cradle her so you don’t drop her. Okay, that’s it.”

“I’ve held a baby before.” He awkwardly adjusted his arms.