Let's Have A Baby!. Christy Lockhart

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      “They need the help.”

      He nodded. “What about Jessie?” Closing in, he added, “What do you need?”

      “I already told you. I need a child of my own.”

      “Not this way.”

      She looked up at him, layers of dark blond falling away from her face and revealing a side of her he’d never imagined until tonight. She’d always been tough, never vulnerable; independent, never needy. It was all there, though. It compelled him, made him want to protect her.

      “What do you care, Kurt?”

      Once, maybe, he might not have. Now, hearing the edge of pain in her tone, watching the shadows beneath her eyes and seeing the defeat in the curve of her shoulders, he cared.

      He moved into the warmth of the room, realizing Jessie didn’t radiate the same welcome. With the toe of his boot, he hooked a chair leg and dragged it toward him. He sat on the chair backward, arms folded across the top. Whether she knew it or not, it promised to be a long night.

      He didn’t intend to leave until he got what he wanted: answers, a telephone number and her sworn promise.

      If there was one thing that took equal importance with his ranch and his family, it was winning.

      “Mary always said you were stubborn.”

      He looked at her. “She said the same thing about you.”

      “Me?” Her eyes widened. “I’m not stubborn.”

      He didn’t respond.

      “I’m not,” she insisted.

      “Give me the phone number, Jessie. Get this over with.”

      “You know I can’t do that.”

      “Then tell me where a husband fits into this picture.”

      She shook her head and her hair once again fell in gentle disarray around her face. Kurt had to resist the inclination to run his fingers through the tousled strands, discovering for himself if it was as soft as it looked.

      “I don’t need a man, any man.”

      “That’s harsh.”

      “Maybe,” she conceded. “But so is reality.”

      She hadn’t come any closer to him, but unlike at his house and in her foyer, here she couldn’t escape except by getting past him. That wasn’t likely to happen. “A broken engagement isn’t a good reason to swear off men.”

      “Yes, it is.”

      It was back, that ghost of pain in her eyes. He wanted to vanquish it. “Samuel Bucket was a jerk.”

      “You’re not going to get an argument from me.”

      “Not all men are.”

      “Really?”

      He expected to hear sarcasm in the word. It wasn’t there. Instead it was a simple, honest question. “Take me, for example.”

      “Okay,” she said. “Let’s take you. You barge into my house when I’m already in bed, lie about the neighbors watching us, lie about calling Sheriff McCall.”

      Kurt raised a brow.

      “Not only that, but you’ve made something that’s none of your concern into some sort of personal quest. And you refuse to leave.” Then quietly, she added, “How do you define the word jerk?”

      He winced, the barb finding its mark. “Not by your standards.”

      “Obviously.”

      Kurt gave thanks for the distance between them. The sides of the chair back carved into his thighs. He liked the dig of pain. It distracted him, prevented him from ending this conversation in a way she wouldn’t like.

      “I’m your sister’s friend,” she said. “Nothing more. Please, just let it go.”

      He’d given himself the same argument earlier, telling himself he had no right to get involved. Hadn’t washed any better then than it did now. “By default, Jessie, that makes you my friend. You do my books, making you my employee, and we volunteer together at the center. Add in the fact you asked for a personal donation for your cause, and I say I’ve got more than a casual interest.”

      “All that’s true, so you of all people should understand why this is important to me.”

      “And you of all people should see why this is insane,” he countered.

      “I don’t.”

      “Kids need two parents.”

      Her chin was set at a defiant tilt, another side he’d never seen from her. “They need someone to love them.”

      “Feed that line to someone else, not to me. I don’t buy it. If kids only needed one person, they wouldn’t be at the center looking for something they could get at home.”

      “Problem is, Kurt, those kids don’t have parents like I would be. Those parents are often overworked, stressed and burned-out. They have nothing left to give.”

      “And you’re different?”

      “I am. I’ve got a lot of experience from being at the center. You know as well as I do that I work from home. I’ll be there all day, every day. There won’t be day care or a lot of baby-sitters. A lot of two-parent families aren’t that lucky. My schedule can fit my baby’s.”

      In her hands, conviction was a powerful weapon.

      “I will be a great mother, give my child all he needs.” She paused, a small, private smile playing at the corner of her lips. “Or all she needs.”

      Breath escaped his lungs. He’d hoped to see that expression—one of softness and maternal expectation—on Belinda’s face. The opposite had occurred when he’d broached the subject of starting their family.

      She’d frowned, pursing her lips and stating, quite frankly, that she had no intention of ever sharing her body with another human being.

      That had been the beginning of the end.

      The rest had come when he found out that her assertion hadn’t been exactly accurate. She might not have wanted to share her body with a baby, but she’d had no compunction about sharing her intimacies with a man other than her husband.

      Kurt was a fast learner and he’d sure as hell learned from the mistake of marriage.

      “I can be a good parent, can’t you see, Kurt?”

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