He idly rubbed her leg, his palm sliding from her ankle along her calf and back again. Delicious sensations skittered over her skin at his touch. Though they barely knew each other, the action seemed perfectly natural. After all, he was her fiancé—at least for the next few months.
Still, it felt good to have a man pay attention to her. She’d been so lonely these past months, dealing with her pregnancy all by herself, wondering if she could handle so many changes on her own, frightened of what the future held. She felt safer when Ryan was near.
For the rest of the evening, they traded details of their lives and made up a few memories of their own—the night they met, their first kiss, the special spot where Ryan asked her to marry him, the first time they heard the baby’s heartbeat. And when they’d exhausted every subject and eaten the last piece of pizza, Jennifer walked Ryan to the door.
He bent closer and brushed a kiss on her cheek and then promised to be ready by noon on Friday. After she closed the door behind him, Jennifer reached up and touched her cheek, finding it still warm from the contact. She closed her eyes and sighed. Though it had been a nice kiss, she couldn’t help but wish that he’d kissed her like he had the previous day, his lips warm on hers, her face cupped between his palms.
For the first time since she’d thought of this preposterous plan, she actually believed it might work. With Ryan’s help, she felt as if she could accomplish anything. And it was clear he was a kind and charming man. How could her parents not fall in love with him? She already—
Jennifer sucked in a sharp breath and pushed the words from her brain. Yes, he was a wonderful man, the sort of man she might imagine spending her life with. But when she’d decided to have this baby, she’d also decided to raise it alone. She had her career and her own life and she’d worked hard at independence. She wasn’t about to give that all up now just because some guy had been nice to her.
“This will work,” she murmured. “I’ll tell my parents, I’ll come back to Odessa, we’ll break up and I’ll never see him again.”
But the thought of Ryan Madison disappearing from her life caused a sharp pang of regret. Was she really doing the right thing, using him like this? And would she be able to put him in the past and get on with her life as if she’d never known him?
CHAPTER TWO
“I DON’T KNOW what to say, darling. Do you want me to tell you we regret our actions? How can we? We found you. You became a part of our family.”
“You didn’t find me, you bought me,” Ryan said, his voice filled with bitterness. When the doorbell had rung, he’d expected to find Jennifer standing on the other side, ready to leave for El Paso. His heart had quickened as he pulled the door open; he’d been anxious to see her again. Instead, his mother had walked in, determined to straighten out everything that had gone wrong between them.
She was an attractive woman, trim and well-dressed, her ash-blond hair carefully styled into a simple pageboy. When he was growing up, he’d always been so proud of her. Rhonda Madison had been the prettiest mother on the block. Unlike some of the other mothers, her entire life revolved around Ryan—his school activities, sports. Anything that caught his interest caught hers as well. In hindsight, it all became clear. She’d been desperate to become a mother, and when she finally did, Rhonda Madison didn’t want to miss a single minute.
“Didn’t you ask questions?” Ryan demanded. “Like where I’d come from? What had happened to my parents?”
“He told us your mother was a teenage runaway,” Rhonda said. “We’d just turned over our entire life savings to this man. Your father might have been a little suspicious, but he wanted to make me happy and a baby was the only thing that could do that. We aren’t bad people, Ryan. And if we’d known you’d been stolen from your mother, we would have—”
“You would have bought me anyway?” Ryan asked. He waited for his mother to deny the accusation, but she didn’t.
“Have you talked to your…” The word stuck in her throat as if it pained her to say it. “The woman who gave birth to you?”
“You’ll be happy to hear she’s dead,” Ryan said, wanting to hurt her as much as she’d hurt him. “I’ll never know her, or my father. I do have a brother, though. And a niece.” Impatient to be done with the conversation, he glanced at his watch. “I have to get ready. I’m going away for the weekend.”
“Really?” his mother asked in a forced attempt at interest. “Where are you going?”
“El Paso,” he murmured. “I’m going to meet the parents of my fiancée.” Why he’d said it, Ryan didn’t know, for it was a bald-faced lie. Perhaps he’d meant to shock his mother, to draw her into another argument or maybe to drive home the fact that she wasn’t a part of his life anymore.
But she didn’t take the bait and the pained expression on her face caused a wave of guilt to rush over him. Sooner or later, he’d have to stop punishing her and accept what she and his father had done. But he wasn’t ready. Not yet. The wound was still too raw, and even after it healed a bit, he doubted that he’d ever be able to fully forgive them.
“Maybe, after you get back, you can bring your young lady to the house for dinner,” she suggested. “Your birthday is coming up. We could plan a barbecue.”
Ryan turned away from her and stuffed another shirt into his overnight bag. “Sure,” he muttered. He’d missed twenty-six birthdays with his real family, why not spend another one with the people who had been faking it? Suddenly, birthdays didn’t seem so important.
He heard her sigh in defeat and approach him from behind. When she placed her hand on his shoulder, he stiffened. He fought the urge to turn to her and gather her into his arms, to forget everything that had happened in the past month. But nothing could erase the lies they’d told.
In the end, she silently walked out the front door of his condo, leaving him to deal with his demons. Ryan furrowed his fingers through his hair and cursed softly. He’d never been a man to act on his emotions, choosing to think every word, every action out first. But since he’d learned of his true parentage, he couldn’t rely on his usual dispassionate nature anymore. Nothing made sense, and until it did, he’d just have to operate on instinct alone.
A soft knock sounded at the door and he spun around, ready to rebuff his mother again. But Jennifer stood in the open doorway, dressed in a pretty peasant blouse and a colorful skirt. She wore a straw hat on her head, her long hair tucked up beneath the crown. Like the sun appearing from behind a dark cloud, she instantly lightened his mood.
“What is it?” she asked, frowning. “You look upset.”
“Nothing,” Ryan murmured, gathering up his overnight bag and tucking his garment bag under his arm. “I just had a visit from my mother. Needless to say, it didn’t go well.”
“You shouldn’t punish your parents for this,” Jennifer said softly. “They didn’t know.”
“They should have asked,” Ryan countered.
“You can’t know what’s in a mother’s heart. Sometimes the need to have a child is so strong it hurts.”
Ryan’s jaw went tight and he fought the impulse to tell Jennifer to mind her own business. But if there was anyone he could talk to about his personal problems, it was her. And he didn’t want to break the tenuous connection they’d built between them. “I thought I’d drive,” Ryan murmured. “We can take my Lexus. I’ve got a CD changer and—”