A Baby Under the Tree (2 page)

“What's that?”

“It's time to call it a day.”

As the waiter who'd been working this side of the bar approached, he asked the blonde, “Is there a problem here?”

She looked at Shane, who nodded at the drunk. “This gentleman is going to need a cab.”

Within seconds, the manager of the bar entered the picture, and the drunken businessman was escorted away.

“Thank you,” the blonde told Shane. “I wasn't sure what to do about him without making a scene.”

“No problem.”

“They should have quit serving him a long time ago,” she added.

“You're right. And your waiter is getting an earful from his boss as we speak.”

“What makes you say that?”

“By the look the manager shot at him when he realized how drunk that guy was.”

“I didn't notice that.”

He shrugged. “I'm observant by nature.”

“Well, I'm glad you stepped in when you did.”

“Me, too.”

Now what? he wondered.

Well, he'd gone this far, so why not?

He glanced at the empty chair across from her. “Is that seat taken?”

It was a lame line, he supposed, but it was the best he could come up with at the moment.

“No, it's not. Would you like to join me?”

Well, how about that? He'd made it to first base. Before pulling out the chair, he extended his hand in greeting. “My name is Shane Hollister.”

“Jillian Wilkes.” As their palms met and her fingers slipped around his, a warm thrill shimmied up his arm and sent his senses reeling.

He had to force himself to release her hand, and as he did so, they each took a seat.

As much as he hated pickup lines and all the small talk that went into meeting someone for the first time, he realized there wasn't any way around it.

“So what brings you to El Jardin?” he asked.

“I came for a glass of champagne.” She smiled, as though that made perfect sense, but the detective who
still lived somewhere deep within found that hard to believe.

She must have read the question in his gaze, because her demeanor grew shy and uneasy.

Why? he wondered, more curious about her than ever. What was her story? Why would a woman like her be in a sophisticated bar all by herself?

Shane glanced at the nearly full bottle. “Are you celebrating a birthday or something?”

“Actually, yes. My divorce is final today.”

He nodded, as though that was a perfectly good reason to drink alone. Heck, he'd downed nearly a bottle of whiskey after his.

Jillian didn't appear to be tying one on, though. He hadn't seen her take more than an occasional sip. It must be some kind of mock celebration, which suggested the breakup hadn't been her idea.

If not, what kind of man let a woman like her slip through his fingers? Or was there more to Jillian Wilkes than just a pretty face and graceful style?

Was she a spendthrift? Or someone who didn't appreciate a man's family or his job?

Shane could relate to that, but he wasn't planning to talk about his past, let alone think about it. So he turned the conversation back to her. “How long were you married?”

“Nearly eight years.”

“Kids?”

A shadow darkened those sea-blue eyes. “No.”

Had they split for that reason? Some people wanted children; others didn't.

He regretted his curiosity, yet couldn't shake the raging interest. “Something tells me you're only putting on a happy face.”

She twisted a silky strand of hair in a nervous fashion. “I'll be okay.
Really.
And to be honest, I'm looking forward to the changes my new life will bring.”

“Was the divorce your idea?” Shane didn't know why it mattered. But it did.

“I had higher expectations from the marriage than he did.” She shrugged, then said, “I believe that promises should be kept, that marriages are meant to last and that people in love need to honor and protect each other from heartbreak, not dish it out.”

The guy must have screwed around on her. If so, he was a fool. Or so it seemed. “He left you for someone else?”

“A lot of somebodies.” She lifted her glass, took a sip.

He watched the movements in her throat as she swallowed, amazed at how something so simple, so basic, could practically mesmerize him and send 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.

N
early 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 stom
ach and tried to imagine the enormous changes facing her now.

Another woman might have considered all of her options, especially adoption, but Jillian felt she would just have to figure out a way to make it all work out.

Somehow, some way, she would come to grips with her pregnancy and motherhood. She'd have to.

She moved her hand upward, from her womb to her heart, where the beat quickened as reality began to sink in.

Should she call someone? She certainly could use a confidant right now.

In the past, whenever she'd had a crisis, she'd go to her grandmother for advice. Gram had always been there for her. When Jillian had learned that Thomas had been cheating, Gram had been the one she'd turned to, the one who'd offered her full support.

“I know this hurts now,” Gram had said, “but you're going to come out on top of all this. You're a survivor. You'll meet someone else someday, someone who truly deserves you.”

At the time, while the idea of meeting a white knight in shining armor had put a glimmer of hope back in her heart, Jillian had feared that her marriage to Thomas might have left her skeptical of even the most loyal and honest of men.

Maybe that's why she'd invited Shane back to her hotel room that night—in the hope that her white knight wore a Stetson.

Look where
that
move had gotten her.

Jillian still couldn't seem to wrap her mind around
the fact that her whole world was about to take a dramatic turn toward the complete unknown. Yet a tiny, comforting smile made its way to her lips. Finally, after years of hoping and praying that she'd conceive a child with Thomas, she was going to have a baby on her own.

Gram would be over the moon to learn that there was going to be a little one to cuddle and love, but she was also very old-fashioned. Hearing that Jillian had slept with her baby's father on their one and only date, especially when Jillian knew very little—well, practically nothing—about the man, wouldn't sit well with her. For that reason alone, Jillian didn't have the courage to call Gram and request advice on her latest “little problem.”

The details of her baby's conception probably ought to bother Jillian, too, and while she felt a bit embarrassed by having a one-night stand, she wasn't going to beat herself up over what she'd done.

She'd realized at the time that she might eventually regret her decision to invite Shane back to her hotel room. Yet even the next morning, when she'd awakened in bed and found him gone, her only regret had been that she would never experience love in his arms again.

Even now, standing in the middle of her bathroom, awed by everything that little blue plus sign represented, she couldn't help thinking back on the morning after their night together, when she should have felt regret—and hadn't.

The scant light of dawn had just begun to peek through a gap in the curtains, when she'd stretched
awake in the king-size bed, the memory of an incredible night slowly unfolding.

Shane's hands sliding along her curves, hers exploring his well-defined biceps, his muscular chest…

Bodies responding, arching, reaching a breath-stealing peak…a powerful climax, the likes of which she'd never known.

A slow smile had stolen across her lips as she'd reached for the naked cowboy lying beside her…only to feel the cool sheets across an empty mattress.

For a moment, in her sleep-fogged mind, she'd wondered if the amazing sex had just been a dream. But as she'd sat up in bed and opened her eyes, the covers had slipped to her waist, and the morning air had whispered across her bare breasts.

She'd blinked several times, then scanned the bedroom of her hotel room, looking for evidence of the handsome cowboy she'd met the night before. But she'd found no sign of him—no clothes, no hat, no boots.

As she'd surveyed the king-size bed on which she sat, the comforter that had slipped to the floor during the night and the rumpled sheets, she'd realized she hadn't been dreaming. Just to be sure, she'd reached for one of the pillows on the other side of the bed, lifted it to her nose and breathed in the masculine scent he'd left behind, the proof that he'd really been with her.

Yes, she'd realized. Shane Hollister had been the real deal, and the events that had sparked it all began to unfold in her mind. The slow dance they'd shared, the sweet words he'd whispered above the music,
Your ex-husband was a fool, Jillian.

The arousing kiss that had followed…

The haze of heat and passion…

As the memory grew stronger, she recalled threading her fingers through his hair, pulling his lips closer, his tongue deeper. And when the kiss had gotten too hot to handle, she'd taken him by the hand and led him to her room.

No, their night together had been so much more than a dream.

And now?

She glanced down at the pregnancy test that announced she was facing yet another life-altering change.

Again, she thought about calling someone, a friend maybe. But she certainly couldn't reach out to any of the women who were still part of the Wilkeses' social circle.

Katie Harris, Jillian's college roommate, came to mind. Years ago, the two of them had been exceptionally close, but they'd drifted apart after graduation.

Jillian had meant to remedy that situation as soon as she was settled in her new place, although she hadn't gotten around to it yet. She could make that call now, of course, but she didn't want their very first chat to be an embarrassing tell-all. So when she did take the time to connect with Katie, she would keep her news and her dilemma to herself, at least for a while.

What about Shane? she wondered. Telling him was probably the right thing to do. But could she even find him?

Leaving the pregnancy test on the bathroom counter,
she went to her bedroom and opened the bureau drawer, where she'd put the note Shane had propped against the bathroom mirror before leaving her room that morning.

On the hotel letterhead, he'd written:

Jillian held the note for a while, studying the solid script, the bold strokes. She'd kept it as a souvenir of the magical night she'd spent with a cowboy. But now? It was all she had left of the man.

Well, that and the baby growing in her womb.

She could look him up, she supposed. And while tempted to do just that, she had to face the facts. What they'd shared had been far more therapeutic than a glass of champagne could ever be, but it was just a one-night thing. Anything else was wishful thinking on her part.

After all, she'd already given up her dreams for one man. There was no way she'd ever do that again.

Besides, what could possibly develop between her and a cowboy? Other than the physical intimacy they'd shared that night, they were pretty much strangers to each other.

Still, there was a baby to consider.

A wave of apprehension washed over her. Did she have to tell him? Would he even want to know?

She wasn't sure, but there wasn't any reason to make a game plan right this minute. Not when she was still struggling with the news herself.

A
baby.

Once again, she placed her hand on her stomach, over the womb in which her little one grew. She had no idea what tomorrow would bring, but one thing was certain: She would raise her baby in a loving home, no matter what kind of man its daddy proved to be.

But there was something else she had to consider. Having a child together gave them far more in common than she'd even been able to imagine in the heat of the moment.

And whether she liked it or not, it was only fair to tell Shane he was going to be a father.

 

After a long day at the ranch and a stop at the cellular-phone store, Shane made the fifteen-minute drive home, dog-tired and muscles aching.

He'd no more than pulled his key from the front door when his new cell phone vibrated. So he pulled it out of his pocket and answered without checking the number on the display.

Out of habit, he answered, “This is Hollister.”

“Shane, it's Jack.”

His brother never called just to shoot the breeze. “Is something wrong?”

“I don't know. You tell
me.
We haven't heard from you in weeks. Hell, I've tried to cut you some slack after all you've been through, but things are getting worse. You've become really inconsiderate.”

“Now, wait a second, little brother. I might not be living in Houston these days, playing golf with you guys and eating Sunday dinner, but I've been busy—not inconsiderate.”

“Oh, no? Last month, you missed Billy's birthday party. You told us you'd stop by, but you never even showed up.”

Shane turned on the lamp and shut the door, locking it for the night. “Something came up at the last minute, and I couldn't make it.”

“Yeah, well you should have called to let someone know. We were worried about you.”

“I
did
call, and Evan answered. I guess he didn't give you the message.”

“Evan's only six years old, Shane. He can't be trusted to take messages.”

“I figured that, so I asked him to put you or his mom on the line, but apparently he was too busy chasing after Emily to give the phone to someone older, so he told me to call back later.” Shane took a seat on the chair nearest to the door and kicked off his dusty boots.

“Okay, so you're off the hook for the no-show at the birthday party,” Jack said, “but I've tried calling you
several times today, and your phone never even rang through.”

“I lost my cell and wasn't able to replace it until about twenty minutes ago.”

“Where'd you lose it?”

“If I knew that, then it wouldn't be lost, would it?”

Jack blew out an exasperated sigh. “All right. So that was a dumb question. But what was so important that you couldn't make it to Billy's party?”

Shane had never been one to kiss and tell. He supposed he could say that he'd met a woman and leave it at that, which would have pleased Jack and the rest of the family no end. But meeting a woman implied that he'd found her promising enough to keep seeing her, which wasn't exactly the case.

Yet Jack didn't need to know any of that. The only way to keep him in the dark was to stretch the truth, which wasn't the same as lying, but still went against Shane's grain. “Let's just say that I met an old friend, and the time just slipped away.”

“A
female
friend.”

Shane couldn't blame Jack for hoping that Shane had met someone special, but that hadn't happened.

“Who is she?” Jack asked, connecting the dots.

But Shane didn't want to go into it—any of it. Jillian had been more than a one-night stand. She'd been a one-night memory, and he wasn't about to share the details with anyone.

“It wasn't a woman,” Shane lied. “I met up with an old friend, a guy I used to work with.”

The first stretch of the truth had seemed necessary,
but the actual lie gnawed at his conscience. Shane had always been straight up with his family and the people he cared about. But there really hadn't been another way around it if he wanted to maintain his privacy and keep the details from becoming Facebook fodder for the Hollisters, who were into that sort of thing.