Single Mum Seeking...: A Daddy for Her Sons / Marriage for Her Baby / Single Mom Seeks...

“Didn’t you get closer as she got older?”

“Not really. You see, the marriage was a disaster from the start and it ended by the time Kelly was about five years old. We only saw her occasionally after that, for a few hours at a time. And then our father died by the time she was fifteen and we didn’t see either one of them much at all after that.”

“That’s too bad.”

She nodded. “Yes. I’m really sorry about it now.” She sighed. “She was something of a wild child, at least according to my father’s tales of woe. Getting into trouble even in high school. The sort of girl who wants to test the boundaries and explore the edge.”

“I know your father died a few years ago. What about your stepmother?”

“She died when I was about twenty-three. She had cancer.”

“Poor lady.”

“Yes. Just tragic, isn’t it? Lives snuffed out so casually.” She shook her head. “I just feel so bad about Kelly. It’s so sad that we never got to know her better.”

“Just goes to show. Carpe diem. Seize the day. Don’t let your opportunities slip by.”

“Yes.” She gave him a look. “When did you become such a philosopher?”

“I’ve always been considered wise among my peers,” he told her in a snooty voice that made her laugh.

A foghorn sounded its mournful call and she looked up at a clock. “And now here you are, stuck. The last ferry’s gone. You’re going to have to stay here.”

He smiled at her. “Unless I hijack a boat.”

“You can sleep on the couch.” She shrugged. “Or sleep in the master bedroom if you want. Nobody else does.”

The bitter tone was loud and clear, and it surprised him.

“Where do you sleep?” he asked her.

“In the guest room.” Her smile was bittersweet. “That’s why you can’t use it.”

He remembered glancing in at the master bedroom when he was upstairs. It looked like it had always looked. She and Brad had shared that bed. He looked back at her and didn’t say a word.

She didn’t offer an explanation, but he knew what it was. She couldn’t sleep in that bed now that Brad had abandoned it.

He nodded. “I’ll take the couch.”

She hesitated. “The only problem with that is, I’ll be getting up about four in the morning. I’ll probably wake you.”

“Four in the morning? Planning a rendezvous with the milkman?”

“No, silly. I’ve got to start warming the ovens and mixing my batter.” She yawned, reminding him of a sleepy kitten. “I’ve got a day full of large orders to fill tomorrow. One of my busiest days ever.” She smiled again. “And hopefully, a sign of success. I sure need it.”

“Great.”

“Wait here a second. I think I’ve got something you can use.”

She left the room and was back in moments, carrying a set of dark blue men’s pajamas.

He recoiled at the sight. “Brad’s?” he said.

“Not really.” She threw them down in his lap. “I bought them for Brad but he never even saw them. That was just days before he sent you to tell me we were through.”

“Oh.” That was okay, then. He looked at them, setting aside the top and reserving the pants for when he was ready for bed. Meanwhile, she was rummaging through a linen closet and bringing out a sheet and a light blanket. That made her look domestic in ways he hadn’t remembered. He thought about how she’d looked with Timmy in her arms.

“Hey,” he said gently. “That’s a pair of great little boys you’ve got there.”

She melted immediately. “Aren’t they adorable? But so bad!”

“I’ll bet they keep you busy every hour of the day.”

She nodded. “It’s not easy running a business from home when I’ve got those two getting more and more mischievous.” She sighed and sat back down. “Can you believe they were locking doors? I had no idea they knew what a lock was.”

“Time to dismantle some and add extra keys for others,” he suggested.

“Yes. And keep my eyes on them every minute.”

“Can’t you hire a daytime babysitter?”

“Yeah, hiring a babysitter really works out well, doesn’t it?” She shook her head. “Actually Trini, my bakery assistant, helps a lot. She doubles as a babysitter when I need her to, and does everything else the rest of the time. And then, Sara comes by and helps when she has a free moment or two.” She gave him a tremulous smile. “We manage.”

He resisted the impulse to reach out and brush back the lock of hair that was bouncing over her eyebrow. The gesture seemed a little too intimate as they sat here, alone in the dim light so late at night.

But Jill didn’t seem to have the same reservations he harbored. She reached out and took his hand in hers, startling him. Then she gazed deep into his eyes for a moment before she spoke. His pulse began to quicken. He wasn’t sure what she wanted from him, but he knew he couldn’t deny her much.

“Well?” she said softly.

He could barely breathe. His fingers curled around hers and he looked at her full, soft lips, her warm mouth, and he wanted to kiss her so badly his whole body ached with it. The longing for her seared his soul. What would she do if he just...?

“Well?” she said again. “Out with it.”

“What?” His brain was fuzzy. He couldn’t connect what she was saying to what he was feeling.

“Come on. Say it.”

He shook his head. What was she talking about? Her brows drew together and her gaze was more penetrating.

“My dear Connor,” she said, pulling at his hand as though to make him say what she wanted to hear. “It is time for you to come clean.”

“Come clean?”

He swallowed hard. Did she know? Could she read the desire in his eyes? Did she see how he felt about her in his face? Hear it in his voice? Had he really let his guard down too far?

“On what?” he added, his voice gruff with suppressed emotion.

“On why you’re here.” She was looking so intense. “On why Brad sent you.” She searched his eyes again. “Come on, Connor. What exactly does he want this time?”