Wedding Rings and Baby Things

In her bare feet she padded to the front door and opened it.

“Where the hell have you been?” Mike Cameron glared at her and barged through the doorway.

“Hi, Mike. I’m fine, thanks. How are you? Come on in,” she said, closing the door. Turning her back on him, she headed through the dining room back to the kitchen. She squatted down and started putting dish towels and odds and ends into a box.

Mike was hot on her heels. She heard his athletic shoes squeak on the tile floor as he stopped short behind her. “I was worried. When you didn’t show up to tutor Jake, I was about to call the cops.”

Kelly groaned and stood up. “I’m sorry, Mike. I completely forgot.”

“What’s wrong?” he asked. His dark, almost black, eyes bored into her as if he could see every single secret she had.

“What makes you think there’s something wrong?”

“Because you’re the most responsible, organized, punctual person I know.”

“Watch it. You’ll turn my head with flattery like that.”

“Cut it out, Kelly. What’s going on? Where were you? It’s not like you to forget about one of your students.”

“I had a bad day. I’ll call Jake right now and see if he’s available.”

She started for the phone, which was right next to where Mike stood in the doorway. When she caught a glimpse of his face, she stopped. Every once in a while she was taken aback by his athletic good looks. His dark hair was cut short, and more often than not he wore a baseball cap that said Stevenson Football on it He was thirty-five years old, but still boyish looking in spite of the shadow of beard that darkened his jaw. She studied him critically and realized he appeared boyish only when he was smiling, which he was definitely not doing now. At the moment he glowered at her, and his eyes smoldered with anger.

That surprised her. She felt badly that she had missed her appointment, but she had a sneaking suspicion Jake Saterfield was relieved that she hadn’t shown up. Mike’s star running back put English composition in the same category that the average person put a root canal.

Mike seemed to fill the doorway of her kitchen. “Don’t bother calling him. He went to his girlfriend’s house to study.”

“Jessica is an honors student. If they actually get some work done, he’ll do fine on his test in Susan’s class tomorrow.”

“The hell with his test tomorrow.”

“I thought you were concerned about his grade and his eligibility to play in September.”

“I am. But right now I’m more concerned about you. I asked you where you were. Hey, what are you doing with these boxes?”

“I’m packing.”

“I can see that. Why are you packing? You shouldn’t be doing that kind of stuff. You’re pregnant, for God’s sake.” He crossed his arms over his chest and she couldn’t help noticing how his red T-shirt pulled tight around his powerful bicep. He was in tiptop physical shape, and reminded Kelly just how ungainly she looked right now. His black shorts showed off his athletic build, right down to his narrow waist and muscular, well-formed thighs. Mike was enough to make a woman’s heart beat double-time. If that woman hadn’t sworn off men, of course.

Kelly had always thought Mike was a hunk in stretch cotton, since the very first time she’d seen him when her older brother Jim had brought him home after football practice. But there had never been anything of a romantic nature in her relationship with Mike. He had always treated her like a younger sister, and that had killed her crush pretty quickly. But that didn’t mean she was deaf, dumb and blind. He was a good-looking man, too sexy for his own good, a fact proven by a string of broken female hearts over the years.

“Since when has pregnancy been a debilitating disease?” she asked snappishly.

Mike’s eyebrows lifted at her tone, even though she hadn’t meant to be sharp. Without a word, he walked over to her and gently held her upper arms, squeezing them reassuringly. As he scanned her face, concern replaced irritation.

“Kelly, something’s happened. Tell me what’s wrong.”

She fixed her gaze on the tab collar of his shirt, dismayed that she felt very close to tears. That hadn’t happened to her since getting the news. Why now, in front of Mike?

“I’ve been fired.”

He frowned. “Fired?”

“Yes, as in canned, sacked and let go. As of the end of the school year.”

“But you’re one of the best teachers Cliff has. I don’t understand.”

“Don’t blame Mr. Bloomhurst. He didn’t want to do it. The school board made the decision. It’s because of the baby,” she said, placing one hand protectively on her abdomen. “Actually, that’s not entirely true. It’s because I’m not married to the baby’s father.”

“Any woman who marries that jerk should have her head examined.”

“Don’t start, Mike, or I’ll be forced to bring up Bambi.”

“Her name was not Bambi. It was Jennifer.”

“Same thing,” Kelly said. Suddenly she was exhausted. “I’m going to sit down. If you can be supportive and appropriately sympathetic, you’re welcome to join me in the living room. If not, go away.”

“Come on,” he said, taking her hand and leading her to the sofa in front of the red brick fireplace.

Mike sat down beside her. He had been relieved when he heard Kelly’s car come up the drive and saw the lights go on in the guest house. As far as he knew, she hadn’t missed an appointment for anything since he and her brother, Jim, had kidnapped her for breakfast on her eighteenth birthday and she hadn’t shown up to get her hair cut

Mike half turned so he could see Kelly’s face, just as she tucked a dark strand of hair behind her ear. Over the years, he’d seen her with long and short styles, but he decided he liked this sophisticated, page boy look best. Her thick mahogany hair hit her just about chin length and drew his attention to her face. Purple smudges darkened her skin, just below her green eyes. She looked delicate and fragile. He hated that she was losing her job, because she was a fine teacher, and she had a lot to offer her students. Mostly he hated it because of what it was doing to her.

He knew Kelly, and he would bet there was more to the story. She still hadn’t explained to him about the boxes.

“Why are you packing?” he asked.

“That’s usually what you do before you move.”

His gut tightened. Move? Why? Especially now. “Just a damn minute. Bloomhurst might be able to can you, which is an issue I’ll get to in a minute, but he can’t run you out of town.”

“Who said anything about leaving town? I’m taking an apartment on Walnut Street,” she said, looking down. She folded her hands in her lap.

The movement pulled her oversized navy blue top across her gently curved abdomen. She had no business moving in her condition.

“I want the whole story, Kelly. This isn’t like you. You’re not exactly a spontaneous person.”

“There you go with the flattery again—”

“Don’t change the subject. Spit it out.”

“You won’t like it,” she said, glancing at him.

“I already don’t. How much worse can it get?”

“There’s a rumor that you’re the baby’s father.”

“What?” He sat forward. “That’s the dumbest thing I ever heard. We’re just friends.”