The Baby That Changed Everything. Kate Hardy

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      ‘I don’t want to talk about it,’ she muttered.

      ‘That’s OK, too.’ He kept holding her close. He had a few trust issues, too, thanks to Sasha cheating on him and then not giving him any say in keeping the baby. But he really liked what he’d seen of Bailey. It would be worth the effort of learning to trust and teaching her to trust him. They just needed some time.

      Maybe it would help if he opened up a little first.

      ‘I used to be married,’ he said.

      Bailey still looked wary, but at least she hadn’t pulled away.

      ‘I loved her. A lot. Sasha.’ Funny, saying her name didn’t make him feel as if he’d been put through the shredder any more. ‘We were married for three years. I thought we were happy, but I guess she wanted more of a WAG lifestyle than I could give her—so that meant seeing a footballer rather than the team doctor.’

      Bailey looked surprised. ‘She left you for a footballer?’

      Sasha had done a lot more than that, but Jared wasn’t quite ready to talk about that bit. About how she’d totally shattered his world. How she’d had an affair, got pregnant, decided she didn’t actually know who the father of her baby was as she’d been sleeping with them both, and had a termination without even telling him. ‘Yes,’ he said. ‘She’d been seeing him for a while.’

      ‘That’s hard,’ Bailey said.

      He shrugged. ‘It was at the time. But it was a couple of years ago now and I’m over it. We could probably just about be civil to each other if we were in the same room.’

      ‘It’s easier when you can be civil to each other,’ she said.

      ‘You’re on civil terms with your ex now?’

      It was her own fault, Bailey thought. She’d practically invited the question.

      And she had to be honest with Jared. ‘It wasn’t Ed’s fault that we broke up.’ She’d shut her husband out and pushed him away. Sex had been out of the question because the fear of getting pregnant and having another ectopic pregnancy had frozen her. Ed had tried to get through to her, but her barriers had been too strong. And so he’d given up and turned elsewhere for comfort. She couldn’t blame him for that. She hadn’t been in love with him any more, but the way her marriage had ended still made her sad. ‘Jared, I don’t want to talk about it. Not right now.’ She wriggled off his lap. ‘And I think I ought to go home.’

      ‘I’ll drive you. I only had one glass of wine so I’m under the limit.’

      ‘I’ll be fine on the Tube,’ she said. ‘To be honest, I could do with a bit of a walk to clear my head.’

      ‘Would you at least let me walk you to the Tube station?’

      She shook her head. ‘I’ll be fine. But thank you—that was a really nice meal, and I appreciate it.’

      And she needed to get out of here now, before she did something really stupid—like resting her head on his shoulder and crying all over him. It wouldn’t be fair to dump her baggage on him, and it really wasn’t fair to lead him on and let him think that this thing between them was going anywhere, because it couldn’t happen. She wasn’t sure she was ready to get that involved with someone again—especially someone who’d been hurt in the past and had his own baggage to deal with. She was attracted to Jared, seriously attracted, but that just wasn’t enough to let her take that risk. She didn’t want it all to go wrong and for him to get hurt because of her.

      When Bailey still hadn’t texted him by lunchtime the next day, Jared knew that he’d have to make the first move.

      But what had spooked her?

      She’d flatly refused to talk about it, so it had to be something huge. He wasn’t sure how to get her to talk to him without making her put even more barriers up.

      In the end, he called her. He half expected her to let the call go through to voicemail, but she answered. ‘Hi, Jared.’

      ‘How are you doing?’ he asked softly.

      ‘OK. Thanks for asking.’

      ‘Want to go and get an ice cream or something?’

      ‘Thanks, but I have a pile of work to do.’

      It was an excuse, and he knew it. He could hear the panic in her voice, so he kept his tone calm and sensible. ‘So if you have a lot of work to do, a short break will help refresh you.’

      She sighed. ‘You’re not going to let this go, are you?’

      ‘Nope,’ he agreed.

      ‘OK. What time?’

      ‘Now?’ he suggested. ‘It’s a nice afternoon.’

      ‘Are you standing outside my flat or something?’ she asked.

      He laughed. ‘No. I’m sitting in my kitchen, drinking coffee. Which is the alternative offer if you don’t want ice cream.’

      ‘You’re pushy.’

      ‘No. I’m not letting you push me away, and it’s a subtle but important difference. I like you, Bailey,’ he said. ‘I think you and I could make a good team.’ There was a pause, and for a moment he thought he’d gone too far. But then she said, ‘I like you, too.’

      It was progress. Of sorts.

      ‘I’ll see you here in, what, an hour?’ she asked.

      ‘An hour’s fine,’ he said.

      Jared turned up with flowers. Nothing hugely showy, nothing that made a statement or made Bailey feel under pressure; just a simple bunch of pretty yellow gerbera. ‘They made me think of you,’ he said.

      Funny how that made her feel warm all over. ‘Thank you. They’re lovely.’ She kissed his cheek, very quickly, and her mouth tingled at the touch of his skin. ‘I’ll put these in water.’ Which was the perfect excuse for her to back away, and she was pretty sure he knew it, too.

      They ended up going for a walk in the nearby park. And when Jared’s fingers brushed against hers for the third time Bailey gave in and let him hold her hand. He didn’t say a word about it, just chatted easily to her, and Bailey knew they’d turned another corner. That she was letting him closer, bit by bit.

      Everything was fine until they walked past the children’s play area.

      ‘I used to take my niece to the park when she was small. Before she grew into a teen who’s surgically attached to her mobile phone,’ Jared said. ‘The swings were her favourite. That and feeding the ducks.’

      So that picture back at his place was of his niece. Even though Bailey’s mouth felt as if it was full of sawdust, she had to ask the question. She needed to know the answer. Clearly he loved being an uncle—but would that be enough for him? ‘Do you want children of your own?’

      ‘Yes,’ he said. ‘I’d love to have kids—someone СКАЧАТЬ