Unexpected Father. Kelly Jamison

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      Not if you don’t consider dumping one woman when a better one comes along the actions of a playboy, she thought bitterly.

      But she arched her brows and didn’t comment. She ran the water in the sink until it was warm, then took his hand by the wrist and held his thumb under the running water. She could feel him looking at her, but she stoically ignored him. Instead, she rubbed some soap on two fingers of her free hand and began to lather his thumb.

      “Ow,” he said softly.

      “I’m sorry,” she said, looking up at him. “I need to clean it.”

      “It didn’t hurt,” he said, and when she continued to stare at him, confused, he added, “I wanted to see your face.”

      Flushing, Hannah looked away again, abruptly turning off the water and drying his hand on a paper towel.

      Jordan remembered his brother Jake telling him that he was sure he fell in love with his wife at the moment she took a splinter from his thumb—but he hadn’t recognized it as love at the time.

      But love was not an entanglement that Jordan McClennon wanted, and he carefully reined in his emotions. It was one thing to build an emotional bond with a son, quite another to fall in love with a woman.

      A son. It just couldn’t be. He had never imagined himself as a father. It smacked of...too much responsibility.

      With the blood washed away, Hannah could see that he had scraped the knuckle badly. It would be sore and bruised, but the damage was minimal.

      “Lucky you,” she said brightly. “It looks like your nail’s going to be okay.”

      “Lucky me,” he repeated quietly. Something in his tone unsettled her, and she frowned down at his hand as she dabbed on the cream. When she finished, she turned away and capped the cream, reaching into the cupboard to put it away.

      When she turned back around he was too close to her again. She pressed her back against the sink.

      “Hannah, you don’t have to act like a scared rabbit,” he teased her, his eyes studying her. “I’m not about to eat you alive.”

      “Yes, you are,” she told him in all seriousness.

      “What makes you think that?”

      “Because you did it before. I was alone in the city in my first job and nervous enough about doing it right, when the great Jordan McClennon decided to have his fun. Oh, you wined and dined me and whispered sweet things in my ear until my head was swimming with the excitement of it all.” She stopped to take a deep breath. “And when you’d had your fun with me, some other girl with long legs and collagen lips crossed your path and swiveled her hips, and you went chasing after her.” He started to say something, but Hannah held up her hand to stop him. “It’s all right. I learned my lesson the hard way, but you’d better believe I learned it, Jordan. I have no use for you or any other man of your kind. You think you’re God’s gift to women, and the sooner they unwrap the package the better.”

      For all her bravery, Jordan saw that her lower lip was quivering. He wanted to gather her in his arms and tell her he was sorry for whatever had happened then. He truly did not remember another woman, and he certainly had never meant to hurt Hannah.

      The loan approval had generated a ton of paperwork, and he had spent the next two weeks at either the bank or the office of the economic development agency, filling out a completely new batch of forms in triplicate. And, somewhere in between, he had to meet with lawyers to insure that all of those triplicate forms were in accordance with federal and local business regulations.

      Just after 7:00 p.m. on the fifteenth day of the process, after he had signed his name for the last time and taken three aspirin for a roaring headache—triplicate had become a habit—he had tried to call Hannah.

      Her phone had been disconnected.

      He’d broken one of his cardinal rules and called his personnel manager at home. He found out that Hannah Brewster had resigned and left town. She had left no forwarding address with either the company or her landlady.

      Jordan had been dumbfounded, and then annoyed. His attentions to the opposite sex had never before had the effect of driving them out of town.

      Now he thought that perhaps he understood why she’d left.

      Was it because she’d been pregnant?

      He could think of no other reason, and yet he couldn’t find the words to come out and ask her. She was too defensive, too determined to keep him away from her, and if he asked now he was sure she would deny it, out of pride if nothing else.

      But he didn’t get a chance to ask. The door burst open, and Ronnie flew inside, holding his nose. He looked at the two of them. Then, apparently recognizing the tension on their faces, he started to back toward the door.

      “What is it, Ronnie?” Hannah asked in concern.

      “A bee stung me,” he muttered through his hand. “My nose feels like a lightbulb.”

      Hannah was still shaking inside from her speech to Jordan, but she struggled to appear calm.

      “Come on,” she said, her voice even. “Let’s take a look.”

      From the corner of her eye she could see Jordan moving toward the door. She refused to look at him. She had said her piece, and she was sure that he understood her position. He would be a fool to pursue her now.

      As the door closed, Hannah mustered a smile for Ronnie and inspected his nose.

      “Is Jordan giving you trouble?” he asked hesitantly.

      Hannah shook her head. “We had an argument over something that happened a long time ago,” she said. “Nothing more.”

      Ronnie looked unconvinced, but Hannah was determined that this was the end of all speculation about her and Jordan McClennon.

      “There’s nothing between Jordan and me,” she told him. “And you can tell your mama that, too. St. Jude will have to find another victim.”

      And that, she hoped, was the end of that.

      Three

      Jordan sat back in his office chair and stared out the window. In front of him the computer whirred and clicked as it exited the document he’d been reading, the one that confirmed what he’d remembered.

      “Personnel.”

      He’d found Hannah’s name, found the date she’d left the company—with excellent references. And that date had come shortly after official word had been announced on the business loan that had financed the company’s expansion.

      So almost immediately after he’d wined and dined her, as she put it, and then made love to her, she had left the company. And Jordan had no ready explanation except that she’d been pregnant with his child.

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