The Engagement Charade. Karen Kirst

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      Chapter Six

      Ellie had expected mild surprise, not outright dismay. “I was going to tell you. Eventually. You have to understand it’s not an easy conversation to strike up.”

      His beautiful blue gaze was locked on her middle as a riot of emotions herded across his face. She folded her hands at her waist to impede his view.

      “What would you have had me say, Alexander? We’re serving chicken and dumplings for supper and, oh, by the way, I’m expecting my late husband’s child in the spring.”

      “That’s why you were sick the other day,” he murmured. “Why you’ve been exhausted.”

      “You don’t have to worry about the café. I can work right up until time—around mid-March. I’ll require a couple of weeks off, of course, but when I’m able to return to work, I can feed the baby during the breaks. I assume she’ll sleep a lot in the beginning. I haven’t yet figured out what I’ll do once she’s older and toddling around.”

      His gaze bored into her. Ellie fought the impulse to avert her face. She’d dreaded this moment, and now that he knew, it was somewhat of a relief.

      Shoving his hand through his dark locks, he clamped his lips together and shook his head. “I’m sorry, I can’t have you here. You’ll have to find alternative employment.”

      Ellie’s jaw sagged as Alexander pivoted and strode toward the stoop.

      “What?” He was firing her?

      Rushing through the grass, she seized his hand and refused to let go.

      “I deserve an explanation.”

      He stiffened.

      “I don’t understand your reaction at all,” she charged. “This baby isn’t going to affect your life that much. You’re hardly ever around, and when you are, you’re holed up in your office.” She increased the pressure on his fingers. “Please. I need this job.”

      “You can let go of my hand now,” he pushed through wooden lips.

      She slowly released him.

      He twisted to face her, remorse etched in his features. “My wife and one-year-old son perished in a fire three years ago. It takes everything I have not to relive that nightmare day in and day out. I can’t live with the reminder of what I’ve lost. I can’t.”

      Alexander’s stoic mask slipped, and Ellie glimpsed the depth of his brokenness. The word fire penetrated her mind, and she connected it with the scars on his hands. Alexander must’ve been at the scene. He would’ve done everything in his power to save them.

      “I had no idea you’d even been married,” she murmured, her heart aching. “Or had a child.”

      She knew what it meant to lose a precious little one. She hadn’t gotten a chance to hold her babies in her arms, but that didn’t make her mourning any less powerful. Her heart broke for Alexander. This was the answer to her long-held question—he eschewed the world in order to avoid further pain. While she didn’t agree with his method of coping, she understood what drove him.

      “Now you do.” He heaved a sigh. “I truly am sorry, Ellie. You’ve been an asset to the Plum.” The finality in his voice troubled her. He started to turn away.

      “Please listen!” She wasn’t too proud to beg. “I can’t go back to that cove. Ralph figured out my secret and advised me to leave. He’s right. Gladys and Nadine will see this baby as their last link to Nolan. You’ve witnessed their dislike. I fear they’ll try to turn my own child against me.”

      “Surely there are other jobs you could do. Perhaps at the mercantile.”

      “I didn’t see any advertisements when I was there searching for lodging. Not anything suitable, anyway. Besides, who’s going to cook for you? Do you really want to host another town-wide cooking contest? Start fresh with someone new?” She leaned in. “I’ve mostly left you alone.”

      He arched a brow in challenge.

      “I said mostly,” she defended. “What if the next person you hire is more interfering than me?”

      His troubled gaze shifted to the forested mountain peaks and a pair of vultures riding the air current in a circular pattern over unseen remains.

      “I promise I’ll stay out of your way,” she pressed. “No more daily intrusions.”

      “I don’t know, Ellie...”

      “At least let me work until the baby’s born.” By that time, he’d see that having her around wasn’t СКАЧАТЬ