The Billion Dollar Pact. Sheri WhiteFeather

her an encouraging smile. “But I better get back to work now.”

      “Thank you for the support.”

      “Sure. Should I leave the door open when I leave?”

      Carol nodded, and once she was alone, she struggled to maintain her composure. Then she glanced up and saw Jake looming in the doorway. The hits just kept on coming, she thought.

      “Are you okay?” he asked. “I noticed that Kristen was just here.” He moved forward and closed the door, just as Kristen had done.

      She tried to reassure him. “Everything is fine. She just wanted to talk.”

      “Did it help?”

      Yes and no, Carol thought. Kristen’s belief in her felt good, but thinking about Jake with other women had only heightened her duress.

      “It was fine,” she said again.

      He didn’t look convinced. “You can go home early if you need to.”

      “I’d rather stay.” She didn’t want to appear cowardly, skipping out on the first day.

      Jake nodded and loosened his tie. He’d worn a proper suit to the meeting. His jacket was already gone, though. But he never remained in professional attire for too long, routinely discarding what he considered the stuffy portions of his wardrobe. Only, at the moment, his restless nature seemed even more pronounced.

      He said, “No one has come to me to talk about it.”

      “Why would they? You’re the boss.”

      “Who knocked up his assistant? I’ll bet they think I took full advantage of you.” He frowned. “I didn’t do that, did I, Carol?”

      The guilt in his eyes unnerved her. “No, you didn’t, and me getting pregnant doesn’t change the facts. I wanted you as badly as you wanted me.” She’d made him well aware of that when they were in the midst of it, and she wasn’t going to let him twist things up now. “Even Kristen said that she suspected I was attracted to you.”

      “Really? I guess women are observant that way. Of course, with the way she admires you, she would notice, I guess.” He removed his tie and crammed it in his pants pocket. “I’m glad you’re back. I missed having you around here.”

      “You’re probably going to be seeing a lot of me outside of the office, too.”

      “Yeah.” He smiled a little. “I’ve been trying to picture you months from now.” He made a big-belly motion. “I’ve never touched a pregnant woman’s stomach before.”

      Would he be touching hers? The thought made her weak. “I have. Lots of my girlfriends have kids.”

      “Have you told any of them yet?”

      She shook her head. “I wanted to wait until everyone at work knew. I wanted to get that over with first.” She questioned him. “Have you told Garrett or Max?”

      “No. Max is still backpacking all over the country or whatever the hell he’s doing. And since he’s trying to stay off the grid, I’m going to wait to call him until the time feels right. But I’m going to tell Garrett this weekend. I already told him that you were sick, so now I can clarify why.”

      “I wonder what he’ll think.”

      “After he gets over the initial shock, he’ll probably want to kick my ass for not being more careful.”

      “It could have happened to anyone.”

      “Yeah, but it happened to me. The guy who plays around. That won’t go over well.” He shoved the tie deeper into his pocket. “Are you nervous about telling your friends?”

      “Yes.” She couldn’t deny that her news was going to worry them, too. “They’re not going to like the idea of me being a single mom, not with how marriage-minded I’ve always been.”

      “I’m sorry, Carol.”

      For insisting that he couldn’t marry her? “It’s not a problem.” She’d agreed with his reasoning from the beginning. “I know better than to think that having a baby is going to turn us into a lifelong couple.”

      “I wonder if it’s going to be a boy or a girl.”

      “It’s too early to tell. But we can find out during a midpregnancy ultrasound, if we want to know. They can’t always tell for sure, though. It depends on the position the baby is in.”

      He kept looking at her, almost as if she was still his warm and willing lover. “I guess we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”

      She shuffled a stack of papers on her desk, wishing he would stop intensifying their chemistry, especially when she was struggling to ignore it. “We have a lot of bridges to cross.”

      “Too many,” he said, before he moved toward the door. “Do you want me to grab you some lunch later?”

      Normally she got his lunch, if he wasn’t dining out with clients. “No, thanks. But it was nice of you to ask.”

      “Okay, well... I’ll see you.”

      “You, too.” Was it crazy for her to wish that they were right for each other? That he was a different type of man than he was? Probably. But she couldn’t help it.

      Somewhere in the pit of her dreamy soul, Carol wished that they were meant to be together like expectant parents should be.