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Wedding at King's Convenience (Kings of California #6) Page 18
Author: Maureen Child

“Not gonna happen!” he shouted back. “Now, do we have this conversation loud enough for everyone to listen in or do we talk in private?”

Private.

That got her moving. She wasn’t interested in having half of Hollywood listening in on her private business. Maura flung the door open and stepped back as Jefferson marched inside, followed by King, who promptly shook the rainwater off his coat and onto everything else.

“For heaven’s sake,” she muttered as the dog sprinted off the long hallway toward the kitchen and his bed.

Wiping water off her face, she stared up into Jefferson’s eyes and almost took a step back from the glittering wrath shining there. Then she remembered just which of them had the right to be angry.

“You’ve nothing to be snippy about,” she told him before he could speak.

“Snippy?” He pushed both hands through his wet hair, shrugged out of his suit jacket and tossed it onto the umbrella stand beside the door. His white dress shirt was soaked as well, clinging to the muscled contours of his chest and abdomen in a way that made Maura’s mouth water, though she wouldn’t have admitted it even with a knife to her throat.

“I’m way more than snippy,” he told her. “What the hell do you mean you’re pregnant?”

She forced herself to calmly close the front door before she turned to answer him. “Just how many things could I mean, do you think, Jefferson?” Oh, she’d imagined this scene too many times to count and the reactions she’d given him in her mind had been wide and varied. But in none of them had he looked as though someone had hit him over the head with a stick.

He was stunned, pure and simple, which told her flat out that no one had given him the countless messages she’d left over the last couple of months. Why did the man employ so many people if none of them could be trusted to pass on a message?

Her temper built steadily as she met his shocked gaze. “It’s easy enough to understand. I’m pregnant. With child. Carrying. Bun in the oven.” She tipped her head to one side. “Shall I draw you a picture?”

A tension-filled second or two ticked past, the only sounds in the house that of the rain battering at the windows and the wind whistling beneath the eaves. Finally, he spoke and his voice was tight with controlled emotion.

“If you think you’re being funny, you’re mistaken. And if you’re really pregnant why the hell didn’t you tell me?”

“Really pregnant?” She repeated the words, spitting them back at him. “Instead of only a bit pregnant, is that it?”

“That’s not what I meant. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Hah! You’ve quite the nerve asking me that question, I’ll say.” She closed the space between them with two quick steps and poked her index finger against the center of his chest. “With me calling and calling that bloody studio of yours, leaving messages both long and short with that crowd of people standing between you and the public?”

“You called?”

“Repeatedly and I’ll tell you now, the Pope would be easier to ring up.”

“I never got any message from you,” he said, pulling his tie off and opening the collar of his shirt.

Was that true? She wondered if she’d been wrong all this time. For weeks now, she’d been harboring a snarling fury toward him. She’d thought he’d been getting all of her messages and simply ignoring them. Choosing to distance himself from a woman he no longer wanted and a child he had no interest in. She’d thought him the lowest sort of man and she’d been hurt and furious with herself that she hadn’t seen him originally for the snake he’d turned out to be.

Now…she had to rethink everything. She had to consider that perhaps he really hadn’t known about the baby. And if that was true then what did it mean for all of them? Ah God, she needed time to think, without him standing within arm’s reach of her and looking good enough to bite.

Irritated beyond measure, she snapped, “It’s hardly my fault that you didn’t get messages I left, now is it?”

He tossed the tie onto his suit jacket. “You’re pregnant.”

“As I’ve said.”

Shaking his head, he looked as though he wanted to say something, but he bit the words back before they could escape. Instead, he swiped one hand across his face, stared at her as if he’d never seen her before, then muttered something under his breath that she didn’t quite catch.

He took a few steps down the polished wood hallway, then stopped and turned around. “Does everyone in the village know about this?”

Maura sighed. It hadn’t taken long at all for her secret to become public knowledge. “Nurse Doherty has ever had a flapping tongue.”

“That means yes, I take it.”

“It does.”

“You ought to sue her,” he mumbled. “Doctor-patient privilege.”

She laughed shortly. “Isn’t that just like an American? Lawsuits the answer to all problems? Well, what good would it do me to sue a woman who’s known me since my mother was carrying me?” Maura sighed again and explained, “It wasn’t Doc Rafferty who spilled the news. Trying to quiet Patty Doherty would be like holding back the tide by building a wall of sand.”

She’d known the moment she left the doctor’s office that fine day that within hours, word of her pregnancy would be spread across all of Craic. Not that she was ashamed of her situation. But if Maura had even guessed beforehand that she might be pregnant, she’d have visited a doctor in Westport, to keep her business her own.

“Are you well?” he asked quietly. “The baby?”

“We’re both fine,” she assured him.

And weren’t they being civilized, Maura thought vaguely. Just two adults who’d made a child, standing in a dimly lit hall speaking to each other like strangers. The cold she’d felt earlier dropped into the freezing range.

When he’d first come to Ireland, there’d been heat. Heat that had burned bright and hot between them, ending in the inevitable. Now though, Maura thought that if he had looked at her then the way he was now, they wouldn’t be in the position they were in.

It wasn’t lust he was showing her now. It was…less and more at the same time. Confusing to both of them, no doubt.

All around them, a storm raged, yet here in the house where she’d lived her whole life, there was a stillness that ate at her nerves and chewed at the edges of her heart. Was he wondering what to do with her? How to keep his affair with a sheep farmer a secret from the press?

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