his blood humming through his veins.
She leaned forward. “And what about you, Shane?”
What about him?
He wasn’t about to spill his guts. Still, her self-disclosure was a little refreshing, and he found himself admitting, “I was married, but not anymore.”
“Do you mind if I ask why not?”
Yeah, he minded. He’d rather keep things focused on her and on why she was here. On the soft sound of her voice, the stunning blue of her eyes, the graceful way she sat before a glass of champagne and hardly took a drink.
But he supposed it wouldn’t hurt to be honest.
“My ex-wife didn’t like my job,” he admitted.
She’d also resented his family. But he kept part of the equation to himself.
“What do you do for a living?” Jillian asked.
He hesitated before answering. “I’m a ranch hand on a little spread about two hours from here. But when I was married, I had a job that kept me away from home a lot.”
He’d also had a competent—and beautiful—female partner who’d managed to gain the respect of the entire precinct, and a wife who’d been jealous of the time they’d spent together, even though it had always been work-related. But there really wasn’t any reason to go into that.
“My husband,” she began, “or rather, my ex- husband, traveled on business, too. But I hadn’t bargained on his infidelity while he was on the road, and I refused to forgive him for it.”
Something in her eyes, in the gentle tone of her voice, convinced him she was being honest.
Again, his conscience rose up, suggesting he unload his whole story on her. But what was the use? He knew nothing would amount from this…whatever this was. A mere conversation, he supposed. A pleasant diversion for two battered ships passing on a lonely night.
It was too early to predict anything more. And with him living and working two hours away in Brighton Valley… Well, there wasn’t much chance of this becoming anything else.
She leaned forward. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure, go ahead.” But Shane couldn’t guarantee an answer.
“Do all men cheat?” Those brilliant tropical-blue eyes nailed him to the back of his seat. “Did you?”
The raw emotion bursting from her question—both of them, actually—took him aback, but he was glad he could be open and honest with her, at least about that. “I suppose a lot of men are tempted, and some give in to it. But I didn’t.”
He’d been brought up in the church and had been an altar boy, which didn’t necessarily mean anything. But more important, his parents had been happily married for nearly forty years. Divorce had never seemed like an option to him. And neither had lying to or cheating on a spouse.
“I’m glad to hear that.” She slid him a pretty, relief-filled smile, as if he were some kind of hero.
A man could get used to having a woman look at him like that. And while Shane had never really thought of himself as particularly heroic, even when he’d been one of Houston’s finest, it was nice to be appreciated for the values he did have.
“I don’t suppose you’d like to join me for dinner,” she said.
Her suggestion, which was more than a little tempting, knocked him off kilter, especially since he had other plans.
He didn’t need to look at his watch again to know that it was time for him to head across town to Jack’s house for that party. Nor did it take much for him to envision a houseful of kids on sugar highs.
But that kind of scene didn’t bother him too much. What really got to him, what shook him to the core, was the sight of an infant nursing at its mother’s breast or a toddler bouncing on daddy’s knee.
He loved his nieces and nephews—even the babies. He really did. It’s just that whenever he was around them, he was reminded of his loss and his pain all over again.
“It would be my treat,” Jillian said, those azure eyes luring him to forget what he’d set out to do in Houston today—and soundly winning the battle.
“Either I pay for dinner or we split it,” he said. “I’m old-fashioned about things like that.”
“All right. We’ll split it, then.” She blessed him with an appreciative smile. “I’ve never liked eating alone.”
Riding solo—at meals or through life—had become a habit for Shane, but right now, he was looking forward to spending a little more time with Jillian, even if he knew that’s as far as things would go.
“Where do you want to have dinner?” he asked.
“I have a room at a hotel down the street. Why don’t we eat there?”
In her room?
Or at the hotel?
“They have a couple of nice restaurants to choose from,” she added.
Okay, so she hadn’t issued a dinner-with-benefits invitation.
“Eating at the hotel sounds good to me.”
Besides, if the stars aligned just right, the hotel would certainly be…convenient.
And for some reason, Shane was feeling incredibly lucky tonight.
Chapter Two
Nearly four weeks later, Jillian stood in the small bathroom of her apartment and stared at the results of the home pregnancy test she’d purchased earlier that day.
Her tummy clenched as she watched a light blue plus sign grow darker and brighter, providing the news she couldn’t quite grasp.
Pregnant?
How could that be? Surely there was a mistake.
She blinked twice, hoping that her vision would clear, that the blue would fade to white, that the obvious result in front of her wasn’t real. But the truth was impossible to ignore. She conceived a baby the one and only time she’d slept with a stranger.
“This can’t possibly be happening,” she said aloud, as if she could actually argue with reality. “We used protection that night.”
But her words merely bounced off the pale green bathroom walls.
Was an unexpected pregnancy fate’s way of punishing her for an indiscretion she’d never have again?
If so, it didn’t seem fair. After all, it wasn’t as if she’d set out to find someone to help her make it through the first night of her post-divorce life. She’d been too caught up in the legal and emotional aspects of the paperwork she’d just signed, the small settlement she’d received and the pain of Thomas’s betrayal to even give a new relationship a second thought.
She blew out a ragged sigh, still unable to tear her eyes away from the test results that taunted her.
The irony of it all amazed her. Thanks to Shane’s quiet departure from her room that night, they’d completely avoided the typical “Now what?” questions that usually cropped up after two consenting adults had sex for the first time. But here she was, facing an ever bigger “Now what?” on her own.
Having a baby was going to change her plans to get a teaching credential and land a job right afterward. How did she expect to support herself and a child while attending school? And day care for an infant was very expensive.
“A baby?” she whispered. As much as she’d always wanted to be a mother, she couldn’t help thinking that the timing was off—way off.
She placed the palm of her hand on her flat stomach and tried to imagine the enormous changes facing her now.
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