Marriage On The Cards. Susan Carlisle

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      “Congratulations, Jenna. I’m really happy for you.”

      “And not mad?”

      “No.” Dylan rubbed his hand over her arm. “Of course not.”

      “I mean—we can still probably see each other on weekends.”

      “Sure.”

      “And...” Jenna kissed the side of his neck. “I think the sex’ll be even hotter when we do see each other, don’t you think?”

      Dylan tried to muster a smile in response, but he just wanted her to get off his lap.

      “Do you want to go upstairs for a quickie before I grab my stuff?” Jenna slipped her hand into his shirt so she could run her hand over his bare chest. “I only have, like, an hour because I have to finish packing over at my place, but...we still have time. If you want...”

      Dylan patted her leg. “Not now, Jenna. I’m...beat.”

      Jenna shrugged nonchalantly. “That’s okay. But at least come up and keep me company while I pack.”

      Jenna uncurled herself from his lap, held out her hand and wiggled her fingers so he’d take her hand. Dylan followed Jenna up the stairs. He sat on the edge of the soaker tub while Jenna cleaned out the drawer he had cleared out for her. He listened while she chattered excitedly about her new job, but he couldn’t focus on her words. His mind was fixated on one thing and one thing only: Hope. Usually he enjoyed hanging out with low-demand Jenna. But today she was grating on his nerves, and he had never been so happy to see her go. He had gone through the motions of carrying her bag out to her BMW and then kissing her as if he meant it before she drove away. There was an unspoken goodbye in that kiss; he had the feeling that it was only a matter of time before their relationship fizzled under the pressure of distance. They had both always known that neither one of them was playing a long game.

      After seeing the last of her taillights, Dylan closed the front door and went outside on the balcony so he could look at the ocean waves. He needed to clear his head, figure out his next move. The best way he knew to clear his head was to get on his surfboard. The waves were small, but he didn’t care. He just needed to blow off some steam and get his head screwed back on straight. After he spent several hours pounding the waves, Dylan jumped into the shower with clarity of mind—he knew exactly what he needed to do. He wasn’t about to let this thing fester overnight. He was going to have to confront Mackenzie. He was going to ask her point-blank if Hope was his child. Direct was the only way he knew how to do business. Dylan dried off quickly, pulled on some casual clothes and then dialed a familiar number.

      “Jordan. I’m glad I caught you.” Dylan held a pen in his hand poised above a pad of paper. “Listen—I think I may have a job for your cousin Mackenzie. Can I grab her number from you real quick?”

      * * *

      Mackenzie put all of Hope’s medicine bottles back in the cabinet. Even though Hope had fought it valiantly, getting injured at the barn, however minor, had worn her out. After she ate and took her medicine, Hope had gone to bed early.

      “So tell me what happened,” Rayna said over the phone. “They actually met today?”

      Mackenzie pushed some recipe boxes out of the way and sat down on the love seat. “I needed a ride. He was there. It just happened.”

      “Well...you know I don’t believe in coincidences...”

      “I know...”

      “So...what are you going to do?”

      Mackenzie slumped down farther into the cushion and rubbed her eyes. “I’m going to get myself through this week, and then I’m going to call him. Ask to meet.”

      “I think you’re doing the right thing. Do you know what you’re going to say?”

      “No. Not a clue.” Mackenzie stared up at the ceiling. “I have a couple of days to think about it. What’s the etiquette on something like this?”

      “I don’t know. We could look it up online.”

      Mackenzie kicked off her shoes and pulled off her socks. “I was joking, Ray.”

      “I know. But I bet there’s a ton of stuff out there about how you tell your baby daddy that he is your baby daddy...”

      Mackenzie curled into the fetal position on the love seat. “Ugh. I hate that term. Baby daddy.”

      “Sorry. But you know what I mean. You know someone had to write a ‘how to’ manual. There’s probably a DNA for Dummies out there...”

      Mackenzie’s phone chirped in her ear, signaling call waiting. “Hold on, Ray. Someone’s calling.”

      Mackenzie took the phone away from her ear and looked at the incoming call.

      Dylan Axel was the name that flashed across the screen.

      “Dylan’s on the other line,” Mackenzie told Ray.

      “I’m hanging up,” Rayna said quickly. “Call me back!”

      Dylan couldn’t sit still while he waited for Mackenzie to answer. He had been staring at Mackenzie’s number for nearly an hour. Before he dialed her number, he began to question his own logic. Yet, after nearly an hour of careful consideration, his gut just wouldn’t stop prodding him to place the call. If Hope was his daughter, then he had a right to know.

      “Hello?” Mackenzie picked up the line.

      “It’s Dylan, Mackenzie.” It was work to control his tone. “How’s Hope?”

      “She’s worn out, but doing fine. The doctor cleared her to return to the barn tomorrow...”

      “I’m glad to hear it.” Dylan was pacing in a circular pattern.

      After an uncomfortable silence, Mackenzie asked, “Um...did Jordan give you my private number?”

      “Yes.” Dylan needed to get to the point. “She did. Look—there’s something that I need to ask you, Mackenzie.”

      There was a razor-sharp edge in Dylan’s tone that brought her to the edge of the love seat.

      “What’s that?” Her attempt to sound casual failed.

      “And I need you to give me an honest answer...”

      Dylan stopped pacing, closed his eyes and tried to control his out-of-control heartbeat, as he posed his simple, straightforward question:

      “Is Hope my child?”

       Chapter Four

      Mackenzie sat like a statue on the edge of the love seat, but bit her lip so hard that she could taste blood on her tongue. Once again, fate had snatched control away from her grasp. She had wanted СКАЧАТЬ