“You absolutely could! You’ve had dozens of opportunities to speak up.”
“No.” Emma pulled her hand away into her lap and sat back to regain some of her personal space. “Up until this moment, we weren’t just Emma and Jonah, we were the Game Town auditor and the CEO of FlynnSoft. Yes, I knew the moment I shook your hand, but I wasn’t sure what to do. I know it’s hard for you to understand, but I wanted to do my job first. I’ve been doing my damnedest to finish this audit, despite your constant distractions, so I could put it behind me and finally come to you and tell you the truth about everything.”
Jonah nodded, acknowledging her struggle. “You mean about the baby.”
* * *
Emma’s green eyes widened in panic and Jonah felt his own pulse speed up in his throat. She wasn’t expecting him to say that at all. He’d uncovered all her secrets, it seemed.
“How did you...?” She shook her head in denial.
“I saw you in the gym the other night after work.”
She continued to shake her head, letting her gaze drop to her lap. “I knew I heard someone as I was leaving. It was stupid of me to wear that outfit, but I didn’t even think about it as I packed it. No one was around and I’ve really just started to show recently, so I didn’t think anyone would notice. Especially you. You were supposed to be out at dinner.” She glanced up with an accusing look in her eye.
Jonah felt his chest tighten more and more the longer she spoke. Not because of her pointed look, but because up until this moment, the baby had been a suspicion, not a fact. Yes, she skipped the wine, but she could just not like it. Yes, she had a little tummy, but she could’ve overindulged. He was no expert where pregnant women were concerned.
Now it was confirmed.
He was going to be a father. A father. He’d taken every precaution, and yet fate had laughed in his face and put him in this position anyway. He reached out to brace his hand on the edge of the table and squeezed his eyes shut. “My dinner meeting got canceled, so I came back to lift some weights. I’m usually alone in there. And yes, I sure as hell noticed. I noticed the tattoo and I noticed the...stomach. I wasn’t sure until now, but I noticed.”
Emma slumped back against her seat and dropped her face into her hand. “This wasn’t how I wanted you to find out, Jonah. I’m sorry. I wasn’t keeping it from you forever. I was going to tell you.”
Jonah’s head snapped up and his gaze pinned hers. “Were you?” He wasn’t so sure. Sometimes she looked at him as though he were something stuck to her shoe, not the father of her child.
“I swear I was. Like I said, I wanted to finish the audit, do my job without any whispers of impropriety, but then yes, I was going to tell you who I am and that I’m pregnant. If I’d known how to contact you two months ago, I would’ve done it then, but by the time I figured it out, I was already involved in the audit. That said, I’ve been scared to death to tell you the truth.”
Jonah swallowed hard and furrowed his brow. He was far from a hulking, intimidating person that people were scared of. He picked up his glass of wine and took a large sip to slow his spinning brain. “Why?”
Emma pulled her gaze from his and crossed her arms protectively over her chest. “It’s like I told you that night—I’m not the woman you think I am. I knew that you wanted her, the wild and passionate anonymous stranger, not me. I couldn’t bear to see the look on your face when you realized that I was that girl and the fantasy was shattered forever. I’m just boring old, stick-in-the-mud Emma. And to make matters worse, then I’d have to tell you that we were stuck together for the sake of our baby.”
“Stuck together?” Jonah flinched at her choice of words. Is that how she saw her situation? She was stuck with him because they screwed up and she got pregnant?
The waiter returned with imperfect timing, placing each of their appetizers in front of them and disappearing silently when he sensed the tension between them.
“You know what I mean!” Emma leaned in and whispered harshly across the table at him. “Even if you were disappointed beyond belief to find out it was me, even if you never wanted to lay another hand on me again, I’m having your child, Jonah. I would hope that you would want to be a part of his or her life, even if I’m just on the periphery.”
Jonah didn’t know what to say. He honestly didn’t know how he wanted to move forward where Emma and the baby were concerned. His thoughts were spinning too quickly to light on one in particular. His strict upbringing nagged at him to marry her on the spot. Mother would insist when she found out. Noah could embezzle three million dollars, but it would be Jonah’s scandal of an out-of-wedlock child that would be the biggest family disgrace in her eyes. Emma wasn’t the only one constantly worried about gossip.
At the same time, his rebellious nature insisted that people didn’t get married in this day and age just because they were having a baby. He and Emma hardly knew each other, much less loved each other. Coparenting was a more popular thing for people who didn’t want to make the previous generations’ mistakes and stick out a miserable marriage for the sake of the children.
What did he want? Jonah had no idea. He’d barely become accustomed to the concept of fatherhood, but he certainly never imagined that Emma would just be on the periphery, no matter the scenario.
“Emma...to start off, you’re not a disappointment. Look at me,” he demanded, and then reached across the table and took her hand, gripping tightly so she couldn’t pull away from him again. Once she reluctantly met his gaze with her own, he continued. “I mean it. While this is all a surprise, I can assure you that disappointment has never crossed my mind.”
She studied his face with disbelief lining her weary eyes. How had he not noticed how tired she looked? He’d been blinded tonight by flawless makeup and the silky jumpsuit he wanted to run his hands over. Now that he was really looking, he could see the sense of overwhelming stress and exhaustion in her eyes. She was working too much, and too hard, in her condition. They’d discuss that before long.
“But I’m not the woman you wanted, Jonah. I’m not wild and sexually adventurous. I’d never done body shots or had a one-night stand before. I’d certainly never have a tattoo if it weren’t for that night. Everything you saw and liked about me was out of character. I mean, I... I don’t even know what I’m doing here. Coming with you tonight was a mistake.”
Emma moved fast, slipping out of the booth and taking the nearest door out to the back patio that overlooked the water.
“Emma?” Jonah rushed after her, catching her wrist as she leaned over the railing seemingly looking for an escape. What was she going to do? Swim away from him? All the way back to New York?
“Emma! Would you just stop and listen to me?” he demanded as she tugged at his grip. She finally turned around to face him, leaning her back against the railing. He instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist. He knew immediately that pressing against each other like this wasn’t the best idea to keep his focus, but at the very least, he could convince her that he was attracted to her.
“Jonah, I want to go home.”
“If that’s what you want, I will, but not until you hear me out. I sat there and listened to all your excuses for lying to me. You owe me the opportunity to tell you how I feel, whether you believe me or not.”
Emma finally stilled in his arms, although her gaze was fixed on the buttons of his shirt. He breathed a sigh of relief that he could finally focus his thoughts on telling her how he felt. This was important.
“I want you to know that you’re totally and completely wrong.” Jonah pulled aside the blue silk strap of her jumpsuit to expose her shoulder and upper chest. He placed his hand over the curve of her breast as he’d done that first night. Their tattoos aligned, creating one heart again at last. Emma