Unexpectedly Expecting!

“You sure you don’t mind?”

“As much as I would like the title, I’m not the queen of the world. I want you and Jack to be happy. I mean that.”

“Good.” Katie smiled again. “The wedding is going to be fairly soon. We don’t want a long engagement. Also, we don’t want a big fuss, so it’s only going to be friends and family attending. My father didn’t take the news very well, so I’m not sure if he’ll be coming, but the rest of my family will be there.”

Katie didn’t have to spell it out for her. Nora knew exactly what her future sister-in-law meant. David Fitzgerald, Katie’s oldest brother, would be at the wedding.

“I’m a big girl,” Nora said with a lightness she didn’t feel. “I can handle David.”

Before Katie could respond, Jack called her over to his side. Nora watched the couple step close to each other, as if they’d always been together. She sighed. “I think they’ll be very happy.”

“I think you’re right.”

Stephen’s voice surprised her. She’d forgotten he was standing next to her. Now he took a step closer, which meant that she could almost feel his heat.

“You did a nice thing,” he said softly. “Katie was afraid that you’d be upset about the engagement and the fact that Hattie wants them to have the house.”

Nora grimaced but didn’t say anything. In her capacity as a physical therapist, Katie spent a lot of time consulting with Stephen. Of course they would talk.

“Katie makes my brother happy. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

“And you’re really fine with this?”

“I already told you. I think it’s wonderful. Jack will be a great husband to Katie and an even better father to Shane.”

Stephen did the unthinkable. He actually put his arm around her. Nora was so stunned she nearly dropped her drink.

“Now that we’ve cleared that up,” he said conversationally, as if he touched her like this all the time. “Answer me another question. Who’s David?”

Chapter Four

Stephen tried not to read too much into the situation, but Nora actually trembled in his embrace. He could feel the slight shiver rippling through her as he kept his arm around her. The thought that he might make her nervous pleased him. She might be mouthy and ten kinds of prickly, but she wasn’t immune. He found he didn’t want her to be able to walk away and not think about him. Not when he spent so much of his time thinking about her.

After two years of not noticing another woman, he found himself fully aware of the one next to him. The light scent of Nora’s perfume made him want to lean close and inhale the fragrance more fully. She wore a pale yellow sundress that left her arms bare. He had the strong urge to find the zipper tab and slowly lower it until the sleeveless, low-cut garment fell open. He was stirring to life and even enjoying the process. From what he could tell, his reaction was specific to Nora. He wasn’t intrigued by any other woman he’d met.

She gave him a quick, awkward smile, then sidestepped his embrace. In her high-heeled sandals, they were nearly the same height. She wore her beautiful dark hair pulled back in a braid. Her eyes were wide and mysterious, her mouth slightly parted and tempting.

“What do you want to know about David?” she asked, her voice almost a squeak.

She glanced around the living room as if concerned who might be listening to their conversation. But Jack and Shane were talking to each other while Hattie and Katie pored over a bride magazine.

David? Who was David? he wondered. It took him a minute to get up to speed. Then he remembered he’d asked her a question. Funny how being close to her and touching her, however casually, was enough to fry his brain.

“Katie said there would be family and close friends at the wedding,” he said softly. “The implication was that could be a problem. You said you could handle David. So who is David?”

“Oh.” She folded her arms across her chest, which pushed her breasts up and together, giving him an eyeful of impressive cleavage. She didn’t just rank a Slippery When Wet warning sign; Nora was one of those woman who needed a Dangerous Curves Ahead marker.

She sighed. “I might as well tell you because if I don’t, you’ll hear it from someone else. And they’ll get the story wrong.”

“Why would I hear anything about him?”

She looked at him as if he wasn’t very bright. “Because my brother is marrying a Fitzgerald. That will start all kinds of speculation. People will want to recap history.”

“Good point. So what’s the story?”

“David Fitzgerald is Katie’s oldest brother,” she said, sinking onto the sofa. He settled next to her, not as close as he would like, but still near enough to enjoy the scent of her perfume without being in slapping range. “We started dating in high school.”

The information took a couple of seconds to sink in. “You dated a Fitzgerald?”

The question came out louder than he’d intended. Everyone in the room turned to look at him. Nora flushed, then sprang to her feet. “We’ll go set the table,” she told her mother. “Are we eating in the dining room?”

“Yes, dear.” Hattie’s gaze shifted from Stephen to her daughter and back. “That would be nice. Use the good china.”

Nora stalked off. Stephen trailed after her. When they reached the dining room, she turned on him. “Don’t do that,” she instructed. “I don’t need the pleasure of being humiliated in front of my family.”

He held up both hands in a gesture of surrender. “Sorry. It slipped out. I just couldn’t believe you’d dated a Fitzgerald. You’re the rabid one about the feud. I would have thought you’d rather interspecies date than do that.”

Color still stained her cheeks. Her mouth worked furiously, but no sound emerged. Finally she planted her hands on her hips. “Interspecies date?”

He tried not to smile. “I was making a point, Nora. I didn’t actually mean it.”

“You think I’m such a mutant that no man would want me? That I would be reduced to the local garter snake, or perhaps a zebra?”

“I hadn’t actually thought of a garter snake.” He reached forward and took her right hand in his. “I’m sorry,” he repeated. “I wasn’t trying to make fun of you or embarrass you in front of your family. You have to admit, given what I know about you and your views, the thought of you dating Katie’s brother would be a little shocking.”

As he spoke, he moved his thumb against the back of her hand. Her skin was smooth and soft and warm. He thought he detected a slight quiver, but he wasn’t sure. Still, he must have done something right, because the light of battle drifted out of her eyes and some of her tension eased.

“I guess I can understand that,” she admitted.

“So tell me what happened.”

She pulled her hand free, then turned her back on him. “Have a seat,” she said. “I’ll set the table.”

“I’ll help,” he offered.

She gave him a withering glance. “You’d just get in the way. You can sit down and listen or you can leave.”

“Have you always been this bossy?” he grumbled, even as he took a seat on one of the spare chairs against the wall.

“Always,” she told him.

She disappeared into the kitchen, then reappeared seconds later carrying a cloth. She started at one end, carefully wiping down the large, rectangular table.

The dining room was good-sized, about twenty-by-fifteen with a chair rail that went all the way around the room. The table had six chairs around the perimeter, but there were another six lined up along the wall. To the east was a tall hutch and opposite that was a buffet table.

“As I was saying before you started screaming loud enough to wake the dead,” she said, not looking at him as she spoke, “David and I dated all through high school. Both of our families were shocked, although my mom was more okay with it than his dad. Everyone thought it would end when David went off to college, but it didn’t. We got engaged the summer I turned twenty. It was supposed to be a long engagement—at least until David graduated. I guess everyone thought the romance would fizzle out.”

She moved as she talked, taking a tablecloth from a deep drawer in the buffet and smoothing it over the table. Then she collected napkins and silverware. She worked with the easy grace women have when they perform the familiar. Her body swayed, her hips shifted in an entrancing rhythm.