Daddy in the Making. Crystal Green

you about my girl?”

      â€œYeah. I do now.”

      â€œOkay.” She looked straight ahead at her daughter. “Then I can’t give you any more than that, Conn.”

      The little girl ran out the gate and Rita took her hand, guiding her away before they could even be introduced.

      Conn had checked into the Co-Zee Inn in the more modern east side of town, thinking that he didn’t want to crowd Rita too much by checking in to her hotel. He was lying in bed, hoping that his brain would catch up to what he’d experienced today.

      As soon as he shut his eyes to the faint neon from the “vacancy” sign bleeding through the green curtains that didn’t quite shut all the way, it was as if his mind finally cooperated.

      A few memories crept in. In bed, Rita leaning her head in her hand as she propped herself up with an elbow, her curls spilling down. She was looking down at him as he lay there, using his finger to lazily trace the soft, pale inside of her arm. Their skin was drying from the sweat that had beaded on it during their lovemaking.

       “I usually don’t sleep around like this,” she said. “I’ve got responsibilities that I take seriously.”

      â€œLike your hotel,” he said.

      She swallowed hard, her gaze widening, as if what she was about to say next would change everything.

       “It’s more than that, Conn.”

      He’d risen up on an elbow, too, coming face-to-face with her.

      â€œTell me,” he said.

       “Kristy. That’s my daughter’s name.”

       Conn looked into her eyes, expecting that the urge to flee would grab him at any second. Instead, he heard himself saying, “A little girl with your hair and eyes.”

       Rita seemed as if she thought the night was about to end right there, but …

       He leaned toward her, kissed her on the temple, reaching out to slide a hand over her hip …

      His eyes opened, his heart beating so fast that he had to sit up to find balance.

      Dammit, he’d been smitten by Rita in that moment, hadn’t he? But, based on what his brothers had told him, Conn probably would’ve sent the necklace back to her with an endearment-filled note, finding some charming way to ease their parting while never promising to return after that. He would’ve used his “Jedi mind tricks,” as his oldest brother, Bradon, called it, to make her think that one night of happiness was wonderful enough without expecting more from him.

      As he swung his legs over the side of the bed, planting his feet firmly on the shag carpet, he leveled his breathing.

      Had he hurt Rita enough to send her into another man’s arms? And had that man gotten her pregnant and left, too?

      Or had the old Conn, the furthest thing from ideal father material, made a baby with her and accidentally left anyway?

      As he lay back down, the neon light from the window beat like a red heartbeat on the ceiling.

      But it also looked like a warning light, advising him to leave well enough alone.

       Chapter Three

      The next morning, Rita finished putting Kristy in a leotard for “Job Day” at the preschool. It was Dress Up Week, and right now, at least, Kristy was dressed as a ballerina, her dream career for when she grew up. Last week it’d been a cowgirl like her aunt Kim, the week before, an astronaut.

      She wrangled her daughter’s curls into a bun using a scrunchy. “Tomorrow you get to wear a princess costume for Royalty Day.”

      â€œPancake Day comes after.” Kristy was admiring a beaded pink bracelet around her wrist. “What do I wear for that?”

      â€œYour cutest pajamas, my dear.” Rita kissed Kristy’s cheek, lingering, loving the sweet smell of her. She still had that little-girl scent, sugar and spice and everything nice, and she hoped it would never go away.

      When Conn had walked with her to the preschool yesterday, Rita had at first been reluctant to have him along while she picked up her daughter. But since she’d told him about Kristy “that night,” a part of her genuinely wanted to see if he would remember. And if he would get the same look on his face that he’d had after she’d revealed that she was the mother of a four-year-old.

      But that was where she’d stopped with the honesty. She’d also had a total knee-jerk, ultradefensive reaction when he’d asked about her little baby bump; she’d outright lied to him that the child wasn’t his.

      Right afterward, she’d known it wasn’t the right thing to do. He was the father. Yet he was also a very scattered man who wouldn’t be remotely reliable. He might even be another Kevin, so making Conn think that this was someone else’s baby seemed to be the safest choice for both of them.

      Even so, Rita kept picturing Conn as he’d been in that bed, while he smiled down at her as if the news about her having a daughter already didn’t bother him at all.

      â€œA little girl with your hair and eyes,” he’d said before caressing her again, leading her into a place where she could hope and love and forget the past.

      Would he be able to show that kind of affection for a surprise baby? Kevin sure hadn’t.

      Kristy hopped toward her bedroom door. “Can I do the computer now? We brushed my teeth!”

      â€œYou sure can.” Kristy often got sidetracked by everything but getting ready in the morning, so Rita had found that dangling the reward of using the laptop computer was incentive for her to stay focused.

      They went to the kitchen table where Rita directed the computer to a kid-friendly page with Barbie games and went to her room to finish her own toilette.

      The top floor of the hotel had always been the caretaker’s quarters and, even though the property had been handed down, generation after generation, Rita’s own family hadn’t actually lived in the suite, which was decorated with the same Victorian furniture and antiques that gave the rest of the hotel its Old West feel. It’d been too small for two parents and three children when she was younger.

      But it was just right for her and Kristy and another one on the way. The three of them.

      She didn’t stop to think about how it might’ve seemed a little more crowded with Kevin, had he stuck around. Or with any other man.

      As she got to her bathroom, then pinned back her hair with a barrette, she tried not to think about Conn, but it was impossible not to. What would’ve happened if he hadn’t gotten in that accident? Would he have come back?

      How long would he have stayed?

      Heart muted, she told herself to stop dwelling on it. Instead, she forced her attention to the task of applying a little blush, then eye shadow, mascara, which she seemed low on, and pink lipstick. Then she stifled a yawn as she went to the personal calendar she kept posted on the refrigerator in the kitchen area. It mainly showed Kristy’s upcoming activities: Job Day, a slumber party tonight with Aunt Kim, Royalty Day, Pancake Day, dance and baton lessons.

      All this in addition to her own schedule, which included a doctor’s appointment this week, maid-of-honor duties for Violet’s wedding this weekend, then Thanksgiving next week. She would definitely have to begin working in more time for her and her unborn baby—nap time so she wouldn’t