A Weaver Baby Page 4

  They were gulping at the food so fast she regretted not stopping long enough to buy them something to drink. As it was, she didn’t even have her usual bottled water with her. And her air-conditioning was barely keeping up with the heat billowing up from the nearly grid-locked interstate. “Do you always call your dad Jake?”

  Connor looked inside the paper bag as if he were hoping that more containers would magically appear inside of it. “Adam is our dad.”

  Zach jabbed his fork into the sweet-n-sour pork. “Was,” he muttered.

  Which had J.D.’s heart squeezing.

  Was it any wonder they were now finding some mischief? “I heard about what happened,” she said quietly. “I’m very sorry.”

  Connor’s head ducked, focusing harder on the rice.

  “No big deal,” Zach said.

  J.D. gave them a glance before turning her attention back to the traffic crowding it’s way along the interstate. Both boys were focusing intently on their food.

  “I think it would feel like a very big deal to me,” she told them.

  “That’s ’cause you’re a girl.” Zach looked out the side window. “Guys don’t get all upset like girls do.”

  “Ah.” She tucked her tongue between her teeth.

  “Can I turn on the radio?” Connor asked. He was clearly ready to change the subject.

  “Sure.”

  He leaned forward and fiddled with the dials and buttons and within minutes, he and Zach were squabbling over what station to listen to. J.D. just let them go at it.

  They might be boys, but as far as she could tell, they didn’t sound a whole lot different than she and her sister Angeline had sounded when they’d been kids.

  She and Angel had argued together just as much as they’d laughed together. And when J.D. had landed in Georgia, Angeline had soon followed. Only instead of mucking out stalls and hot-walking blood horses, her sister had become a paramedic. They’d rented a small house together in a quaint old neighborhood and that’s where J.D. had stayed after her sister moved back to Wyoming and became Mrs. Brody Paine.

  She sighed faintly. She still missed Angel.

  Now, more than ever.

  The pain between her eyebrows deepened.

  The sun was nearly set by the time she pulled up in the stately drive outside the mansion.

  Jake’s lethal-looking sports car was parked in front of the marble steps and J.D. didn’t have to wonder if he’d received her voice mail or been informed of the boys’ activities, because he was standing on one of the steps. Obviously waiting.

  J.D. pulled to a stop behind his car and gave the boys a sideways glance. “Judging by your dad’s expression, I’d say he cares quite a lot about what you’ve been up to.”

  Even from the distance and the dwindling light, they could see the dark expression on Jake’s face.

  And the twins looked as if they’d just as soon spend eternity sitting in her cab to getting out and facing the music.

  She had a small bit of sympathy for them on that score. She was none too anxious to face Jake right now, herself. And given that, the smile she sent into the boys’ disgruntled faces was a little less sharp than it might have been. “Out you go.”

  “He looks kinda mad,” Connor said.

  Zach huffed and snapped off his seatbelt. “What’s he gonna do? Send us back home to boarding school? He’s already said that’s what he’s gonna do.” He shoved open the door and slid out onto the ground, all bravado and cockiness.

  Connor followed a little more slowly. “Thanks for the food.”

  Bemused, she could only nod.

  She could have put the truck into gear and driven away, but instead, she hovered there long enough to see the boys trudge up the shallow, wide steps toward their father. She could see them speaking, but couldn’t hear the words.

  A moment later, the boys were stomping through the ornate front door and J.D. was wishing that she’d resisted her lingering hesitation and just driven away, because once Jake’s focus was off his sons, it turned like a laser toward her.

  Something sharp jangled through her.

  She swallowed around the constriction in her throat and rolled down the window when he came down beside her truck.

  He ducked his head so he could see through the window and she could see the rough shadow forming on his angular jaw and smell that faint, lingering scent of him that her memory had been hanging on to with fiendish delight.

  “You’re not really sending them home to boarding school, are you?” she blurted.

  His brows drew together. “Excuse me?”

  The words were out there, so she couldn’t very well take them back even if she wished she could. At the very least, though, she might have phrased the question more tactfully. “Zach mentioned you planned to send them back home to school.”

  “And you clearly disapprove.”

  The growing heat in her face owed nothing to the hot day. “I’m sorry. It’s really none of my business.”

  Before she could stop him, he’d pulled open her door. “I don’t know. They chose your truck to stow away in. Maybe that makes it your business. So yeah. Mabel’s already made the arrangements. They’ll be back terrorizing the halls of Penley next week.”

  Knowing it wasn’t her business wasn’t enough to keep her from protesting. “But, Jake, they’re still upset about the accident. They should be with family. If you’re worried about them missing school, enroll them here. Or hire a tutor or something!”

  “They’ll be better off at Penley than here with me. And they’ll be able to visit their mother if they’re back at school. Tiff’s housekeeper will cart them back and forth.”

  She tried to imagine it and failed.

  And Jake obviously read her expression all too accurately. “Tiffany’s the one who enrolled them. She wants them near her, now,” he said. “And there’s nothing wrong with a boarding school. I went.”

  “Did you like it even when you weren’t grieving?”

  The arrow seemed to find its mark and his face tightened. “At least they won’t be pulling more stunts like this.”

  “They’re upset and acting out.”

  “They always act out,” he returned. “Upset or not.”

  “Don’t you wonder why that is?”

  “Yeah.” He looked annoyed. “And when you have kids of your own, maybe we’ll sit down and solve all the mysteries that come with them.”

  She swallowed. Hard. What did she know about raising a child? Her nerves jangled and she brushed her hands down her dusty jeans. “I’m sorry. And I’m sorry that I didn’t realize they were in the back of my truck right away. I don’t know why I didn’t.” Yes, she did. She was too busy thinking about her own particular problem than to notice anything else. She flushed even hotter under his steady gaze.

  “And I’m sorry they inconvenienced you. Come in the house.”

  “No, really.” She tried to pull the door shut again. “I should be getting home.”

  “Plans?”

  Her lips flapped uselessly. She couldn’t seem to come up with a lie to save her soul. “Not…really.”

  His gaze went past her to the spent Chinese-food containers. “Connor said they ate your dinner. The least I can do is feed you in return.” He reached right in and pulled her keys from the ignition and took her elbow. He tugged her inexorably out of the cab and weak-willed woman that she was, she went.

  But when her boots clomped on the marble steps, she held back again. “I smell like stable.” The last—and only time—she’d been inside the mansion had been two weeks ago. And she’d made darn sure she hadn’t smelled like horse sweat and manure first. She wasn’t a beauty-queen type by any stretch. But even she had her pride.

  Then she wished she’d just kept her mouth shut, because Jake lowered his head until she could practically feel his soft inhalation.

  “Smell okay to me,” he murmured. His gaze—much too close—caught hers. “So, what’s the problem?”

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nbsp; She swallowed hard and carefully took a step away from him. “No problem. No problem at all.”

  Of course that was one big, fat lie considering she was nearly eight weeks pregnant.

  With his child.

  Chapter Four

  Eating dinner in the mansion wasn’t anything like J.D. had expected it to be.

  They were seated in the formal dining room around a linen-draped table that could have sat a football team, but there was nothing formal about the meal.

  Jake had a stack of papers next to his plate and seemed content to split his attention between them and J.D.

  Of his sons’ actions that afternoon, he was evidently not planning to make any more comment. At least not in front of her.

  Zach and Connor sat at the table, too, but since her Chinese food had taken the edge off their appetites, they paid more attention to the electronic hand-held games they were playing than they did to the meal. And that was set on the table by Jake’s aunt.

  Her legs felt unsteady and she sank down into her chair again looking from Jake to his boys and back again.

  Would he show as little interest in their child as he seemed to show for his twins? Would he have his secretary make arrangements to pack her off to boarding school when she inevitably got up to mischief? Would he practically ignore her every time they sat down together for a meal?

  The thoughts made J.D. a little dizzy and she quickly reached for the crystal water goblet, inelegantly sucking down half of its contents.

  Of all things, that Jake seemed to notice. “Are you all right? You look pale.”

  Heat streamed through her cheeks, right on up to the tips of her ears. “Fine. It’s just been a long day.”

  His lips twisted. “That it has been.”

  Her gaze flicked to the boys. Neither one looked up from their hand-held games, despite the plate of food their aunt set in front of them.

  Susan took the seat next to J.D.

  “Put your papers aside, Jake. What sort of example are you setting?” Her gaze went to the boys. They’d stopped playing their games in favor of pulling ghastly faces at each other.

  “Zach, Con, put the games away,” he said. Though he didn’t set aside his papers at all, J.D. noticed. She also noticed just how tired and drawn he really looked. It seemed plain that the past few weeks had taken a toll on him.

  Then Jake’s gaze encountered hers and try though she might, she couldn’t quite make herself look away.

  Susan’s intentionally cheerful attempts at conversation with the boys faded into the background.

  J.D.’s field of vision seemed to narrow and pinpoint on the quizzical lift of Jake’s eyebrow.

  Even the air seemed to thicken until her lungs struggled for oxygen.

  “Whoa.” Jake suddenly bolted from his chair, catching her before she slid sideways off her chair.

  “Dude,” she heard one of the boys—probably Connor—breathe.

  “Take it easy.” Jake’s voice came close to her ear and she frowned, focusing with an effort.

  Her head was swimming. “What?”

  “You looked about ready to faint,” Jake said.

  His hands were on her shoulders, she realized. She could feel the press of his fingertips through her T-shirt and much too easily she remembered that night.

  The night they’d conceived a baby that she’d believed she’d never have.

  Her stomach clutched. “I’m sorry.”

  “Here.” Susan was nudging a water goblet toward them. “Give her some water.”

  Jake lifted the glass to J.D.’s lips and it was just easier to succumb than to fight. She sipped at the water, and gradually, the room seemed to straighten.

  The line between his brows had deepened even more. This close, she could see his eyes were bloodshot.

  How long had it been since he’d slept?

  She straightened in her chair, pressing her shaking hands along the sides of the upholstered seat. “I’m fine.”

  “We can all see that.” Jake didn’t smile.

  “Here you go, dear.” Susan had managed to fill a plate with food and she set it in front of J.D. “A little food and you’ll be good as new.”

  There was nothing unappetizing about the juicy pot roast and roasted vegetables, but J.D.’s stomach lurched horribly anyway. “Actually, if I could just freshen up for a moment?” Still feeling dizzy around the edges, nausea forced her rapidly to her feet and she practically ran out of the room when Susan pointed out the directions.

  J.D. barely made it to the fancy powder room near the marble foyer before she lost her lunch.

  After, she rinsed her mouth and sat on the closed commode with the sink faucet still running, and pressed her face into her hands.

  Since the moment that the big blue plus sign had appeared on the home pregnancy test she’d taken, she’d felt myriad things. But this was the first time she’d felt the slightest hint of morning sickness.

  It made her pregnancy seem a little more real. She didn’t know whether that made her want to laugh or cry.

  “J.D.?” The concern in Susan’s voice was evident even through the closed door. “Do you need anything?”

  J.D. dropped her hands and looked at her reflection in the mirror opposite her. A husband?

  “No.” She cleared her throat, and looked away from the mirror. Becoming pregnant had thrown her for a loop, a joyous one certainly, but that didn’t mean she was entertaining ideas about orange blossoms and I do’s.

  She was 31 years old and more than ready to be a mother. But a wife?

  She hadn’t been able to stay faithful to Donny and he was the closest she’d ever come to even considering marriage.

  “No, thank you,” she finished more clearly, and turned off the water before opening the door. “I’m fine,” she insisted. “It’s the heat. It’s just getting to me more than usual today.”

  Susan’s eyes, so like her nephew’s, weren’t convinced, but it was probably her good manners that kept her from arguing the point. “It is awfully hot,” she agreed, and fell in step with J.D. as they headed back to the dining room. “I’d like to think the boys were simply miserable hiding in the back of your pickup truck the way they did,” she confided softly. “It might make them think twice next time before pulling another stunt.”

  “Did’ja throw up?” Zach asked the second she entered the dining room.

  “Zach,” Jake admonished.

  The boy hunched his shoulders and jabbed his fork back into the slice of pie on his plate. “What? I was just curious.”

  “Maybe you got the flu,” Connor suggested. “I got it last year. I got to miss a whole week of school ’cause of it. It was cool even if I did gotta throw up. Do you get to miss work now?”

  “I don’t have the flu,” J.D. said. “I certainly don’t have to miss work.”

  “Maybe you should,” Jake suggested. “Miguel told me there was a bug going around down there. Maybe you’ve caught it.”

  The bug she had wasn’t exactly catching.

  But it did provide an excuse and she greedily latched onto it. “Maybe so. Which means I should go before I spread it to all of you.”

  “Jake, she shouldn’t drive,” Susan protested.

  “No, really—”

  “My aunt is right.” Jake set down his pen and stood. “I’ll drive you home.”

  “No!” She seemed to be saying that quite a lot now, when she ought to have said it that night in the stable, eight weeks ago. “Truly,” she tried in a more reasonable tone, “it’s not necessary. I’ll be fine.” She started backing out of the room again. “I, um, I even have the entire weekend to rest up. Stay here with your family. Enjoy your meal.” Though, with the exception of Sophie, it didn’t look like anyone was enjoying themselves much. “Thanks.” She gave a little wave and turned on her boot heel, hurrying back toward the foyer.

  Rude or not, she wanted—needed—to get out of there.

  The stress inside the Forrest mansion was absolutel
y palpable and while she felt some sympathy for Jake’s boys, she wasn’t in any position to change anything.

  She had a pretty good-sized situation of her own to resolve already.

  She made it all the way to the front door and out to the wide front step before Jake caught up to her. “Hold it.”

  Feeling like a disobedient schoolgirl did nothing to improve her sense of awkwardness.

  She forced her tight shoulders down where they belonged and looked back at him, lifting one eyebrow.

  She worked for him, and yes, she’d been unthinkingly careless to have unprotected sex with him, but that didn’t mean she was his to order around. Not when she wasn’t on his time clock. “Excuse me?”

  His tired face tightened. “Wait, J.D., please,” he amended. “I’ll drive you home. You’re in no condition—”

  She quickly went down the shallow steps. “I said I’m fine!”

  Again, he caught up to her, this time taking hold of her arm to stop her flight.

  Her pulse stuttered as she looked from his hand to his face.

  A muscle flexed in his jaw and his hand slowly fell away. “Do you dislike me that much now that you can’t accept a simple offer?”

  Shock swept through her. Dislike wasn’t at all what she felt when he touched her. “I don’t dislike you.”

  His hands spread slightly. “Well, honey, it’s definitely feeling that way.”

  She raked her hand over her hair, and yanked out the band around her ponytail when her fingers tangled in it. Her hair fell loose and heavy past her shoulders. “Jake, it’s just not a good idea. Okay?”

  “Why? Because you’re afraid that people might—” he ducked his head toward her and lowered his voice “—talk?”

  “Go ahead and make fun. You’re up here in your ivory mansion.” She jerked her chin toward the copse of trees that led down to the stables. “I’m down there with a half dozen guys who gossip worse than any quilting circle they have back home.” She came from Weaver, Wyoming, a small town with its own highly developed grapevine. She knew gossip, and the guys she spent most of her time with were some of the worst. “All I need is for someone to catch a glimpse of me riding around in that car of yours, and I’ll be suffering through their trying to get me to trip up where you’re concerned.”