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Автор: Karen Sandler
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She didn’t even bother trying to open and close it herself, just waited for Jason to do it for her. With so much unfinished business prickling between them, she didn’t want to add to the tension by fussing over the trivial.

      Despite his abrupt departure from school six months ago, she had only to glimpse the rigid determination in his face to realize Jason wouldn’t just vanish from her life today. Likely he’d want some kind of resolution in triplicate detailing every iota of his obligation.

      What had she expected? She’d called to invite him here, to inform him she was pregnant because she thought he ought to know. He was here, they’d hash out whatever details they had to hash, then he’d leave again. The sooner she got to it, the sooner he’d go.

      Ashley forced a smile. “Would you like something to drink?”

      “Are we going to talk about this?”

      “Of course.” Her jaw ached from clenching it.

      He returned the treats to the tack room as they passed, then continued on with her toward the house. He paused at the porch steps. “It looked octagonal from the front.”

      “It was, when Sara lived here.” She moved past him toward the front door. “Then her husband, Keith, added the back bedroom.”

      Ashley had originally planned to make that room the nursery, but after the doctor’s bombshell, she’d realized it would be too small. So she’d regretfully given up the larger bedroom, knowing that the nursery would need the bigger space.

      Jason followed her into the coolness of the house, his presence as imposing as she’d known it would be. As he took in the comfortable, well-worn sofa and recliner in the living room and the red vinyl chairs and Formica table in the breakfast nook, Ashley edged past him into the small kitchen.

      Digging in the refrigerator, she unearthed a can of cola from the back. When she turned to hand it to him, he was right behind her. Her arm brushed against him before she could take a step back.

      “Sorry,” he said, although he didn’t move. If she wanted some space, she’d have to make it herself. But his fingers grazed hers as he took the soda can, and she leaned toward him instead of away.

      The pop of the can tab jolted her out of her daze. Sidling past him, she headed for the living room, where she’d left the bottle of water she’d been sipping while she and Sara visited. Her throat felt dry as dust.

      Jason followed and stationed himself in the middle of the living room. Not sure what to do next, Ashley took a long swallow of water, then stood with the bottle chilling her hands.

      His gaze dropped to her belly. She couldn’t blame him. Its size astounded her, too, when she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Not exactly what she’d intended for her first year of teaching.

      He lifted his gaze to her face. “Six months, Ashley. Why so long?”

      “You disappeared. I couldn’t find you.”

      “You knew how to contact me.”

      She did. As the young CEO of high-flying Kerrigan Technology, Jason wasn’t exactly low profile. “When I found out…I wanted to wait a few weeks, to make sure.”

      “And then?”

      Then she saw the ultrasound. And for a week she could barely think at all. “You left, Jason. I wasn’t sure what that meant.”

      “It didn’t mean anything.”

      “And neither did we, is that it?”

      “The reason I left had nothing to do with you and me.”

      “There was no you and me.” She felt faintly ill, but it had nothing to do with morning sickness. “We both know that.”

      He just stared, jaw taut. “I had to handle my father’s estate. Things were complicated.”

      She waited for more, but it seemed that was all he was willing to reveal. “So where do we go from here?”

      He took a drink of his soda. “How long will it take you to pack?”

      Of all the questions she might have expected, that wasn’t one of them. “Pack?”

      “You’ll only need enough to tide you over for a week or so. I can send movers to pick up the rest.”

      A string of memories flooded her mind—Sara coming home in a panic, dragging Ashley along as they packed up everything they owned. Piling it all in the car and racing out into the night, a day away from danger or only an hour.

      But those times were over. “I’m not moving anywhere.”

      “Of course you are. To San José with me.”

      “No. I live here.”

      “How else can I take charge of you and the baby?”

      She took a breath. “I don’t need you taking charge.”

      His hand tightened on the soda can, bending it slightly. “What the hell does that mean?”

      “I can handle this on my own.”

      He stared at her as if she’d sprouted a second head. “I seem to recall I was in that bed with you.”

      A startling heat suffused her at the memory—his body over hers, his mouth, his hands touching her everywhere. She chanced a look his way and saw he was remembering, too. His brown eyes darkened, nearly black as his gaze dropped to her mouth.

      She suppressed the erotic images. “I’m prepared to take care of everything.”

      He took a step toward her. “I’m just as responsible for this child as you are.”

      She should have backed away, but she held her ground. “You don’t have to be.”

      “Of course I do!” Another step closer. “This is my baby just as much as yours. You expect me to turn my back on it?”

      “No, I just…”

      Somehow his hand was on her arm, his fingers curling around, his thumb stroking. His focus had returned to her mouth, and she was certain if she didn’t break that visual contact, he’d kiss her.

      She backed out of reach. “You’re right. You need to be involved.”

      “Then you’ll come to San José.”

      “Absolutely not.”

      He flung his arms out in frustration, sending soda spurting. Slamming the can on a side table, he rounded on her. “My house is twenty times this size. The medical care in the Bay Area is head and shoulders above anything this Podunk town can offer.”

      She shook her head. “This is my home.”

      He started to reach for her, then dropped his hands. “Be reasonable, Ashley.”

      Irritation bubbled up inside her. “I have family here, a job that starts a week from Monday. I’m not uprooting myself for you.”

      “What about for the baby?”

      “We’ll be fine here.”

      “I’m responsible.” Raking a hand through his dark-blond hair, he paced away, then turned back toward her. “For both of you.”

      “I can’t leave, Jason.”

      He paced away again, toward the kitchen and back, agitation tightening his shoulders. So many other men would have been thrilled to be let off the hook so easily, but from the little that Ashley had learned about Jason those months at Berkeley, duty wasn’t something he could easily let go.

      He confronted her again, determination settling in his face. “Then I’ll stay here.”

      “What?” She shook her head in confusion. “Where?”

      “If you won’t come to San José—” his hands