Secrets Of A Shy Socialite. Wendy S. Marcus

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СКАЧАТЬ placed a disposable liner on the baby scale and Jena picked up Abbie and placed her on the scale like a pro. Justin took the first opportunity to really examine the baby he’d helped to create. Ten tiny fingers opening then closing into fists. Ten tiny toes attached to the most adorable little feet. A round head with baby-fine wisps of blonde hair. An innie belly button. A cutie pie.

      Jena reported an uneventful pregnancy. Justin was happy to hear that. She took the thermometer probe from Mary, placed the tip in Abbie’s armpit and held her arm to her side.

      “You a nurse?” Mary asked Jena. Who nodded.

      As far as he knew the only nursing she’d done was taking care of her mother who’d been physically and mentally disabled as a result of a traumatic brain injury. When she’d died a few years ago, Jena took on the role of social secretary to her jerk of a brother.

      “But right now I’m more nervous first-time mom than nurse,” Jena continued. “So don’t assume I know anything.”

      “Got it,” Mary said. “I have two of my own.” The thermometer beeped.

      “No fever,” Mary said. “Any allergies?”

      “Not that I know of.” Jena picked up Abbie, held her naked body to her chest, and covered her with a pink knit baby blanket. While swaying from side to side she rattled off brand of formula, feeding amounts/frequency/tolerance, and bowel habits. All stuff a father should know, so Justin paid close attention.

      “I’ll get Dr. Morloni in here as soon as I can,” Mary said.

      “Thanks.” Justin opened the door for her. “Not that I’m not happy to see you, but what are you doing here so late?”

      “Denise quit. At least tonight I have help. Tomorrow and Sunday I’m on all alone. You know any nurses looking for work?”

      “What hours?” Jena asked.

      “Four p.m. to twelve a.m. Why? You interested?”

      “If I can work off my bill for this visit,” Jena answered.

      At the same time Justin blurted out, “No she is not interested. She’s the mother of six-week-old twins. She needs to be home to take care of them.”

      For a split second Jena flashed Jaci’s defiant don’t-you-dare-tell-me-what-to-do look and he waited for her temper to flare.

      Mary looked up at him. “Oh, boy.”

      She must have seen it too.

      But Jena’s expression quickly turned neutral and rather than yell, she remained composed and calmly said, “My decision to work or not to work is one in which you have no say. And whether I care for the twins myself or arrange for someone to care for them in my absence, I won’t ever request or expect any assistance from you. So rest assured. My returning to town and returning to work will in no way impact your life. Feel free to carry on as if we don’t exist.”

      Wow. A few well-chosen words really could sting as much as a slap across the face.

      “You’re an idiot,” Mary said to him. Jena got a smile and a, “We’ll talk before you leave, hon. Look,” she pointed at Abbie who lay fast asleep in her mother’s arms.

      Jena cupped Abbie’s head, closed her eyes and let out a relieved breath.

      “Sit,” Mary whispered. “Might as well have the doctor take a quick look since you’re already here.”

      “I’m afraid if I move she’ll start to cry again.” Jena gave Mary a beautiful smile that up until that point he would have bet a week’s wages she wasn’t capable of.

      Once alone Justin spoke quietly, so as not to wake Abbie. “I didn’t mean to come off like you needed to stay with the babies twenty-four seven because I don’t want anything to do with them.” It was more about his daughters not being shuffled around between caregivers like he’d been. About them being able to sleep in their own beds and wake up in familiar surroundings. About them having a space that belonged to them where they felt safe and loved and welcome. “I don’t know the first thing about how to care for them. But I’ll do what I can to help.” Although children had never been part of his plan for the future, now that he had them, he would damn well do a better job at fathering than his father had.

      “Wow. You’re full of surprises.” Jena gave him a small half-smile. “I thought for sure you’d demand a paternity test to try to prove they weren’t yours.”

      He laughed. Tried to keep quiet but couldn’t help himself. “Honey, if you were intentionally trying to trap a guy into marriage, you’d have shot a hell of a lot higher than me.”

      Seems he couldn’t say anything right tonight because she sucked in an affronted breath and took on a look of total outrage at his comment. “I would never, ever do such a thing.”

      “Shshsh,” he reminded her to keep her voice down.

      “What a horrible thing to imply,” she whispered as loud as one could whisper.

      “Women do it all the time.” Just happened to one of his buddies down at the precinct, as a matter of fact.

      “Well this one doesn’t.”

      Of course she didn’t. Protection had been his responsibility and he’d blown it. “No. You don’t have to. You’re beautiful and rich.” What she lacked in personality she more than made up for in sex appeal. “Guys must be lining up to marry you.”

      In what he recognized as another attempt at not letting him know what she was thinking, she looked away, but not before he caught a glimpse of sadness. “And that’s the only reason men would want to marry me, because of my looks and my money.”

      Damn it. “That’s not what I meant.”

      His phone rang. He looked at the screen, noting the caller and the time.” I have to take this.” He turned to face the wall and accepted the call. “I’m sorry,” he said to his pal Ryan. “I got tied up.” And forgot all about their Friday night poker game. He never missed that game, looked forward to hanging out with the guys. Already Jena and the babies were screwing with his life.

      “Damn it, man,” Ryan said. “It was your turn to bring the beer.”

      Jena spoke up from behind him, “You know I don’t think you’re supposed to use a cell phone in here.”

      Ryan heard her. “No way, dude. Tell me you did not blow us off for some woman. First rule of poker night—”

      “I know, I know. Never let a woman interfere with the game,” Justin finished for him. Then he lowered his voice and added, “What about two women?” After all, Abbie was there, too.

      “You go, bro,” Ryan said, like Justin knew he would. “Call me later with the brag bits.”

      Not likely.

      He ended the call and turned around to find Jena glaring at him. “Very nice,” Jena said her words weighted down with sarcasm. “Don’t think I don’t know what you were inferring. And in the presence of your child.”

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