A Baby in the Bargain. Victoria Pade

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      As Gideon fished in his wallet to leave the money for the check and a generous tip he said, “Don’t worry about things with Sammy. This is the roughest time. He’s still your son and you have every right to him, so it’ll work out.”

      “Yeah,” Jack said glumly. “But it’ll never be the same.”

      Gideon couldn’t refute that because he knew it was true. So he didn’t try.

      He merely said he’d see Jack later and left, knowing what his friend was going through and feeling a wave of old pain himself at the thought.

      That pain lasted until he got behind the wheel of his SUV and headed for Lakeview. The thought of Lake-view brought January Camden and what she’d proposed back to mind to distract him.

      If he decided to take her up on her offer and had to have contact with a Camden, at least it would be with a Camden who was easy on the eyes.

      She’d been some kind of liaison to send. A real attention-getter. He had to give them credit for that, at least.

      And she’d weathered the storm he’d sent her way with composure—she got points for that. Dignity and composure. And style—she had that, too. Dignity, composure, style, beauty…

      Okay, yes, January Camden was something, he admitted reluctantly.

      But she was still a Camden.

      And even though he didn’t remember seeing a wedding ring, she must be a married Camden. If that book that had fallen out of her purse was any indication, she was in starting-a-family mode.

      The old pain swung back and hit him when that thought went through his head. Family. Babies. Kids…

      And suddenly it wasn’t January Camden he was picturing but the little girl who had been his own daughter. If only for a while…

      Jillie.

      His little Jillie-bean…

      All this time and it could still knock him as cold as a fist to the jaw…

      And it occurred to him that he’d actually rather think about January Camden than about Jillie. About all the Camdens. He’d rather be mad than maudlin and de-pressed….

      So think about the donation…he told himself.

      But only about the donation and the lousy, stinking, underhanded Camdens.

      Not about the way January Camden looked or carried herself.

      Not about her blue, blue eyes.

      Not about what might be going on in her personal life.

      Just the donation the lousy, stinking, underhanded Camdens wanted to make to Lakeview.

      And whether or not he was going to let it happen…

      “Aren’t you guys having lunch with GiGi and me?” Jani asked Margaret and Louie, referring to Georgi-anna Camden by the nickname everyone used for her. Jani had come to her grandmother’s house hoping for time alone with GiGi. But Margaret and Louie Halibur-ton were more than GiGi’s house staff; they were the adopted members of the family who had helped GiGi raise her ten grandchildren. They continued to work and live on the estate, and to be important to GiGi and to all of the Camdens.

      Because they were in the kitchen with GiGi when Jani arrived, she’d expected them to be staying for lunch, which meant she’d have to have a few words with her grandmother in private later. But after they’d all exchanged pleasantries, Louie announced that he and Margaret should be going.

      “I’m being taken out to lunch,” Margaret said with delight on her lined face. “I’d say Louie was becoming a romantic in his old age but I think you’re grandmother put him up to it since he forgot our anniversary.”

      “Nah! It was my idea,” Louie insisted.

      “Better make it a long lunch, Louie, with a shopping spree afterward, or you’re never getting out of the doghouse,” GiGi advised him, laughing.

      The camaraderie among the three older people was obvious. They were genuinely close friends and indispensable to each other.

      “Yes, shopping—that’s a good idea,” Margaret said, although Jani wondered why it would appeal to the woman who mainly wore elastic-waistband slacks and either T-shirts or sweatshirts that always had messages printed on them.

      Regardless, the couple said goodbye and went on their way, leaving Jani alone with her grandmother to sit at the breakfast nook that was large enough for fourteen people.

      GiGi had made her special grilled-cheese sandwiches and tomato-basil soup. That was what they talked about as they began to eat.

      But then Jani heard the sound of the front door closing, telling her that Margaret and Louie had left, so she moved on to the subject she’d come to discuss. The subject that was absolutely not to be shared outside the circle of the grandchildren and GiGi. Not even with Margaret and Louie.

      Whatever misdeeds H. J. Camden had perpetuated, the family knew it was imperative to keep it quiet. Prominence and wealth made them targets, and they didn’t want to invite trouble.

      “So I told you on the phone that I finally spoke to Gideon Thatcher,” Jani said.

      “How did it go?” the elderly woman inquired.

      “Not well. He hates us, GiGi,” Jani said, wasting no time getting to the point. “Decades and two generations between when H.J.’s promises to Lakeview fizzled out and now haven’t made it any better—this guy hates us as much as if he was the one H.J. used to get those warehouses and factories built.”

      “Well, we are seeking out folks who got the short end of the stick from H.J.,” GiGi said calmly.

      “But maybe I’m not the best one to deal with it right now, when I’ve started with the infertility endocrinologist and the wheels are finally in motion for a baby.”

      Jani could see from the expression on Georgi-anna’s face—which still showed glimmers of her early beauty—that her grandmother was trying to contain her disapproval of the course Jani had set for herself.

      “You’ve made it clear that that’s what you’re going to do come hell or high water but I still don’t agree with the rush,” GiGi said bluntly. “I know when you had that appendectomy at seventeen and they found out you have only one ovary—”

      “One unusually small ovary,” Jani reminded. “Which means that from the get-go my chances for having a family are greatly reduced—you and I were both told that.”

      “I know that since then you’ve been scared silly that you wouldn’t be able to have a baby at all.”

      “Because they made it clear there were risks, especially if I waited too long. ‘The earlier the better’—that’s what they said. And now I’ve turned thirty! Thirty and with all those years wasted on Reggie. I can’t wait any longer, GiGi!”

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