The Texan's Contract Marriage. Sara Orwig

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СКАЧАТЬ used protection, but I still got pregnant. I’ve managed to keep the publicity low-key. It hasn’t been difficult to keep the baby out of the spotlight. An opera performer—at least at my current level—is not the same as a movie star. I have only recently had more success and more fame.”

      “I find it difficult to believe this baby really is Kern’s.”

      “He is. You can have a paternity test. The DNA should give you an answer.”

      Marek could not stop looking at the picture of the baby. “What’s his name?”

      “Noah Avanole.”

      “I’m still amazed Kern didn’t tell me.”

      “He said he was going to tell you, but he probably never had the chance.”

      “You’re right.” Unable to sit still, Marek stood and walked to the window to stare at the picture while questions raced through his thoughts. “Kern had a baby. How long before the flight did he know?” Marek asked.

      “The evening before he left I told Kern I was pregnant, so he didn’t know until the day before the plane crash.”

      Marek drew a deep breath. “Was this on his mind when he flew to Denver?”

      “I’m sure it was,” she answered.

      Marek felt as if he had had another blow. A year ago in March, his brother had had a flight to a horse sale in Kansas City. Marek had intended to fly to Denver to pick up his fiancée, who had been there for a wedding. Instead, Kern had offered to pick her up after leaving Kansas City. On the way home they had been caught in an unexpected storm. When the plane had crashed, both had been killed. Now he wondered how much his brother’s thoughts and attention had been distracted by the news from Camille. Marek continued staring at the baby’s picture. He remembered Camille and turned to find her sitting quietly.

      “Thank you for telling me,” Marek said, crossing the room. “I’ll think about the paternity test. Since you’re telling me now, I assume you want me to do something. We might as well get to the point of this meeting.”

      “I’ve had time to think about this. I can support Noah. What I want is for Noah to know the Rangels. Kern was such a cowboy. I want Noah to have an appreciation for ranching, so he will understand his father better. I think he should know his father’s family.”

      Marek had received one surprise after another. If she really didn’t want money, he would be shocked. He figured this was a ploy to get him to let down his guard.

      “I’ll have to think about this and talk to my attorney.”

      She smiled. “I hope you don’t need an attorney. I felt you should know, and there was no good way to tell you on the phone or by email. Even in person, it’s a shock. But what’s done is done.”

      “The crash was a year ago last month. Why did you wait until now to tell me?”

      “I was busy caring for Noah and undecided what to do. I was away from Dallas, and I wanted to tell you in person. I knew I would be back. Also, it’s given me time to really think this through. You could help by being a father figure for your nephew, too.”

      Marek drew a deep breath at the thought of the responsibility she wanted him to take. Yet if this baby was Kern’s, a part of Kern, Marek wanted to know him and watch him grow up. A part of Kern—the thought twisted his insides. He looked at the picture again. Why hadn’t Kern told him? He probably had planned to when he returned from the flight.

      “Kern never knew this baby. You’ll take good care of him. Maybe it would be better if I just stepped back out of the way,” Marek said stiffly. He still harbored a kernel of doubt that this was Kern’s baby and expected her to make an effort to pull him back into being part of the baby’s life.

      “I hope you’ll come see him. Of course, what you do now is your choice. And I’ll take the best care of him I possibly can. If you ever want to see him, you’ll be able to contact me.”

      “That’s good to hear. Do you have parents who are living?”

      “Yes. My parents live in Saint Louis.” She smiled, remaining poised. “Your brother told me how different the two of you were. I supposed I’d hoped you would react the way Kern did, but you’re not Kern.”

      She reached into her purse to withdraw a piece of paper. She held it out to him. “Your brother sent me an email, and I printed it out. This is a copy of it. I’ve made an effort to preserve it for Noah.”

      For the first time, Marek began to believe what she had told him. He was reluctant to read the email. He was certain his life was about to take another unexpected turn. Drawing a deep breath, Marek quickly scanned the message.

      Camille:

      When I return from Denver, we’ll go to dinner. I want to be with you when Noah is born. Perfect name. I can’t get used to the fact that I’m going to be a dad. Super-mega-duper! I’m overwhelmed, overjoyed. I want to be a big part of his life. Already love him. I want to be with you. My deepest gratitude for telling me. I’ll call tomorrow night. We didn’t plan this. Miracles happen. I’m overjoyed.

      Kern

      Marek felt weak in the knees. This was Kern’s message. Marek looked up at Camille, who gazed back steadily. He was certain now that she had given birth to Kern’s baby. There was another Rangel in the world. Until this moment, Marek hadn’t fully believed the baby was Kern’s. Now he couldn’t doubt it.

      Marek felt another tight squeeze to his chest, this time as if his heart had been grabbed by a giant fist. He missed Kern terribly, and this brought back all the incredible pain of his loss. With thoughts of Kern came remembrance of Jillian. He hated the knot in his throat. Making an effort, he struggled to get his emotions under control before he looked up or spoke. Finally, he raised his head and handed back the letter.

      “That definitely sounds like my brother. Super-megaduper—one of his favorite expressions. Thank you for showing me the message.”

      “That’s fine. That’s a copy. If you want it, keep it.”

      “Thanks,” he said, dropping the paper on his desk. “I’ll take it to show my sister. I would like a paternity test just to settle any questions that would ever arise. This is Kern’s baby. That message is Kern talking. There’s no mistake.”

      Smiling, looking happier, she nodded. “We can do a paternity test. I expected you to request one.”

      “This has been almost as big a shock as if you told me I have a son. My brother and I were close. I assume you haven’t contacted my sister because I would have heard from her.”

      “No, I didn’t because in what little time we were together, your brother talked far more about you.”

      “She’s seven years older than I am. Kern and I were closer, but she’ll want to know about Noah.”

      “If you and your sister decide you want to see him, we can arrange that.”

      He nodded. He felt as if his breath had been knocked out of him. He needed to think about the baby and make decisions about what he wanted to do.

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