Nobody's Baby But Mine Part 26

Hope sprang inside her. "You forgive me?"

He hesitated. "Not exactly. It's a pretty big thing to forgive."

Once again, she felt a great wave of guilt sweeping through her. "You know I'm sorry, don't you?"

"Are you?"

"I-I can't be sorry about the baby, but I am sorry about the way I used you. I didn't think of you as a real person, just a dehumanized object that could give me what I wanted. If anyone treated me that way, I'd never forgive them, and if it's any consolation, you should know that I'll never forgive myself."

"Maybe you could do what I've been doing and work on separating the sin from the sinner."

She gazed into his eyes, trying to see through them to his heart. "Do you really not hate me anymore?"

"I already told you that I like you."

"I don't see how you could."

"I guess it just happened."

"When?"

"When did I decide I liked you? That day at Annie's when you found out I was smart."

"And you found out I was old."

"Don't remind me. I still haven't recovered from that. Maybe we could say the DMV made a mistake on your license."

She ignored the hopeful glimmer in his eyes. "How could you have decided you liked me that day? We had a terrible fight."

"Beats me. It just happened."

She considered what he was revealing. Nothing could be farther from a declaration of love, but his words did show a certain warmth of feeling. "I'll need to think about it."

"About what?"

"Whether or not I'm going to get naked."

"All right."

That was another thing she liked about him. For all his bullying and bl.u.s.ter, he knew how to distinguish what was important from the trivial, and he seemed to understand he couldn't hurry her on this.

"There's one more thing we have to settle."

She regarded him warily, then sighed. "I like my car. It has personality."

"So do a lot of psychopaths, but that doesn't mean you want one in your house. Now here's the way it's going to be-"

"Cal, please don't waste your breath giving me one of your high-handed lectures because I'll only end up locking you out of the house again. I asked you to help me find a car, you refused, so I did it myself. The car stays. And it won't even hurt your reputation. Think about it. When people see me driving around in it, they'll take it as one more sign of how unworthy I am to be your wife."

"You've got a point there. Everybody who knows me knows I wouldn't be keeping any woman around for very long who drove a heap like that."

"I won't even comment on what that says about your sense of values." He had a wonderful sense of values. It was his taste in women that needed an overhaul.

He grinned, but she refused to let it affect her. She wouldn't be so easily won over. "I want your word of honor that you won't touch my car. No driving it away or sending a tow truck when I'm not looking. The car is mine, and it stays. And just so we understand each other, I'm telling you right now that if you lay a finger on my Escort, you'll never enjoy another box of Lucky Charms in this house."

"More marshmallow sabotage?"

"I never repeat myself. Think rat poison."

"You are the most bloodthirsty woman I've ever met."

"It's a slow and painful death. I don't recommend it."

He laughed and headed back into the bathroom, where he shut the door only to pop his head back out. "All this arguing has stirred up my appet.i.te. How 'bout we scrounge up something to eat as soon as I get dressed?"

"All right."

As the rain continued to fall outside, they dined on soup, salad, and sandwiches, with a side order of taco chips. While they ate, she managed to wheedle a few more details out of him about his work with teenagers and discovered he'd been devoting his time to disadvantaged kids for years. He'd help fund rec centers, made speeches to recruit volunteers for after-school tutoring programs, set up intramural leagues, and lobbied the Illinois state legislature to improve their drug- and s.e.x-education programs.

He shrugged off her comment that not all celebrities would be willing to give up so much time with no obvious reward to themselves. It was just something to do, he growled.

The hallway clock struck midnight and, gradually, their conversation dwindled. An awkwardness settled between them that hadn't been there before. She toyed with an uneaten bread crust. He shifted his weight in the kitchen chair. She'd been so comfortable all evening, but now she felt awkward and self-conscious.

"It's late," she finally said. "I think I'll head up to bed." She picked up her plate as she stood.

He rose, too, and removed it from her hand. "You cooked. I'll clean up."

But he didn't head toward the sink. Instead, he stayed where he was and gazed at her with hungry eyes. She could hear his unspoken question. Tonight, Rosebud? Are you ready to cut through all this pretense and do what we both want? Tonight, Rosebud? Are you ready to cut through all this pretense and do what we both want?

If he had reached out for her, she would have been lost, but he didn't do that, and she understood that this time she would have to make the first move. His eyebrows rose in a silent dare.

Wings of a panic beat at her breastbone. The new knowledge that she had fallen in love with him made all the difference. She wanted s.e.x between them to matter.

The powerful brain that had guided her throughout her life refused to function, and confusion gripped her. She felt paralyzed, and the most she could manage was a polite, social smile. "I've enjoyed tonight, Cal. I'll fix the gate first thing tomorrow."

He said nothing; he merely watched her.

She tried to think of some casual comment to defuse the tension, but nothing came to mind. He stood there watching her. She knew he was aware of her uneasiness, but he didn't seem to share it. Why should he when he didn't share her feelings? Unlike her, he hadn't fallen in love.

She turned away, enveloped by a sense of loss. As she left the kitchen, her brain told her she was doing the right thing, but her heart told her she was a coward.

Cal watched her disappear through the doorway, and disappointment filled him. She was running away, and he wasn't sure why. He hadn't pushed her tonight. He'd given her s.p.a.ce, made certain the conversation stayed on safe topics. As a matter of fact, he'd been enjoying himself so much he'd nearly forgotten about s.e.x. Nearly, but never entirely. He wanted her too much to put it out of his mind. She'd enjoyed their lovemaking last night-he knew she had-so why was she denying both of them one of life's most basic pleasures?

He carried the dishes from their dinner to the sink and rinsed them off. His disappointment turned into irritation. Why did he let her bother him so much?

Disgusted with himself, he stalked upstairs, but entering his bordello bedroom only made his mood grow bleaker. A crack of thunder rattled the windows, and he realized the storm had intensified. Good. It matched his mood. He sat down on the side of the bed and yanked off one shoe.

"Cal?"

He looked up to see the bathroom door swing open, but just then a blinding flash of lightning shook the walls, and the house was plunged into darkness.

Several seconds ticked by, and then he heard a soft giggle.

He flung down his other shoe. "We just lost our electricity. You want to tell me what's so funny about that?"

"It's not exactly funny. It's more of a good news/bad news situation."

"In that case, hit me with the good news first."

"They're both sort of rolled up into one."

"Stop stalling."

"All right. Now don't get mad, but ..." Smothered laughter drifted toward him. "Cal ... I'm naked."

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One month later Cal poked his head into her bedroom through the connecting bathroom door. A glint shone in his eyes. "I'm taking a shower. You want to get in with me?"

She slid her gaze over his deliciously naked body, so beautifully delineated in the morning light, and had to resist the urge to lick her lips. "Maybe another time."

"You don't know what you're missing."

"I think I do."

The inadvertently wistful note in her voice seemed to amuse him. "Poor little Rosebud. You've really boxed yourself into a corner, haven't you?" With a c.o.c.ky smile, he disappeared into the bathroom.

She stuck out her tongue at the empty doorway, propped her cheek on her bent elbow, and thought about that April night one month ago when she'd made her impulsive decision to take off her clothes and go to him. The unexpected electrical failure just as she'd walked into his bedroom had marked the beginning of a night of pleasure and pa.s.sion that she would never forget. She smiled to herself. In the month that had pa.s.sed since then, Cal had gotten very good at making love by touch.

She'd gotten rather good at it herself, she thought with a certain amount of pride. Maybe his l.u.s.ty nature and lack of inhibition had freed her from her own inhibitions. She would do anything ... everything ... except let him see her naked.

It had become a game. She would only make love with him at night with the lights out, and she always awakened sometime before dawn so she could return to her own room or slip into his if they'd fallen asleep in her bed. He could have changed the rules. He could have overpowered her, or left her so breathless at high noon with his kisses that she relented, but he never did. He was a compet.i.tor, and he didn't want to win by guile, only by her total surrender.

Her insistence on making love in the dark had begun as a gentle form of s.e.xual teasing, but as one week faded into another and she realized how deeply she had fallen in love with him, something changed. She began to worry about how he would react when he finally saw her. She was now four months pregnant, and although she bloomed with health, her waist had thickened to the point where she couldn't come close to fastening her slacks and her days wearing tucked-in blouses were a thing of the past. With her expanding belly and unimpressive b.r.e.a.s.t.s, she could never compete with all those beauties in his past.

But it was more than the shortcomings of her body that made her hesitant. What if mystery was the lure that drew him to her bed each night? Mystery and the enticement of the unknown? Once his curiosity was satisfied, would he lose interest?

She wanted to believe it wouldn't matter, but she knew how much Cal loved a challenge. Would he enjoy her company as much if she bent to his will? She seemed to be the only woman in his life, with the exception of his mother and grandmother, who stood up to him.

He was an intelligent, decent man with a generous heart. But he was also domineering and compet.i.tive. Was it only the novelty of her rebellion that made him seek her company, both in and out of bed?

She faced the fact that her time for playing games had run out. She needed to stop being a coward, take off her clothes so he could see her, and face the truth. If he didn't want her for who she was, but only for the challenge of conquering her, then what they had together was worthless. She had to do it soon, she decided. It was crazy to keep this going on any longer.

She got out of bed and made her way to her bathroom. After she'd taken her morning vitamins and brushed her teeth, she returned to her room, and, with one hand on her growing belly, wandered over to the window so she could gaze out at the May morning. The mountainside was alive with blooms: dogwood, rhododendron, flame azaleas, along with budding mountain laurel. Her first Appalachian spring was more beautiful than she could ever have imagined. Violets, trillium, and lady slippers had unfolded in the woods where she walked, and wisteria bloomed at the side of the house along with a white shower of blackberry blossoms. She had never experienced such a breathtaking, joyous May.

But, then, she'd never been in love, either.

She understood how vulnerable she'd made herself, but as the guarded look Cal had carried in his eyes for so long was replaced by laughter and tenderness, she began to believe that he might be falling in love with her. Two months ago the idea would have been absurd, but now it didn't seem so impossible.

For people who should have nothing in common, they never ran out of subjects to talk about or things to do. While she spent her mornings at the computer, Cal worked out and took care of his local commitments, but they spent most afternoons and many evenings together.

Cal had finished painting Annie's house while she'd put in the garden. They'd visited Asheville several times together, where they'd dined at some of the city's best restaurants and walked the grounds of the Biltmore Estate with busloads of tourists. They'd hiked some of the easier trails in the Great Smoky Mountain National Park, and he'd taken her to see Connemara, Carl Sandberg's home, where she'd been enchanted by the beautiful setting and he'd taken pictures of her playing with the goats that were kept there.

By unspoken agreement, they didn't go into Salvation together. When Jane had shopping to do, she went alone. Sometimes she ran into Kevin, and the two of them lunched together at the Petticoat Junction Cafe, where she ignored the hostile stares of the locals. Luckily, she could still conceal her pregnancy with loose-fitting dresses.

She and Cal continued to fight when he got high-handed, but it was generally a good kind of fighting, and he never displayed any of the cold hatred that had been so much a part of him in those early weeks. Instead, he roared away to his heart's content, and she refused to ruin his pleasure by not fighting back. The truth was, she enjoyed their battles as much as he.

She heard the shower cut off. Since there was no sense exposing herself to additional temptation, she gave him a few minutes to dry off and wrap a towel around himself before she rapped softly on the partially open bathroom door, then let herself in.

He stood at the sink with the black bath towel looped so low on his hips she was surprised it didn't drop off. As he spread shaving cream across his jaw, he took in her cherry red Snoopy nightshirt.

"When are you gonna show a little mercy, Professor, and stop enticin' me with those s.e.xy negligees?"

"Tomorrow night I'm wearing Winnie-the-Pooh."

"Be still my heart."

She smiled, lowered the lid on the toilet, and took a seat. For a while she contented herself with watching him shave, but then she returned to the subject of yesterday's argument.

"Cal, explain to me once more why you won't spend a little time with Kevin?"

"Are we back to this again?"

"I still don't understand why you won't coach him. He really respects you."

"He hates my guts."

"That's only because he wants to move up in the world. He's young and talented, and you're standing in his way."

His muscles tensed. He didn't like the fact that she spent time with Kevin, but since she'd made it clear that she regarded him as a friend, and since Cal had apparently told Kevin he'd break both his arms if he so much as touched her, they'd settled into an uneasy truce.

He tilted his head and shaved under his chin. "He's not as talented as he thinks. He's got a great arm-no doubt about that. He's quick and aggressive, but he has a lot to learn about reading defenses."

"Why don't you teach him?"

"It's like I said, I don't see the logic in training my compet.i.tion, and I also happen to be the last person in the world he'd take advice from."

"That's not true. Why do you think he's still hanging around Salvation?"

"Because he's sleeping with Sally Terryman."

Jane had seen the curvaceous Sally in town several times, and she decided Cal had a point, but since it wasn't the one she wanted to make, she ignored it. "He'd be a lot better player if you worked with him, and you'd be leaving something important behind when you retire."

"Which won't be for a long time." He ducked his head and rinsed off the shaving cream.

She knew she was treading on dangerous ground and stepped carefully. "You're thirty-six, Cal. It can't be much longer."