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Lucy studied the text from Jax with wide incredulous eyes. He had asked her when she finished work.
I’ll pick you up when you finish and we’ll talk.
Jax? Talk? Jax had been known to leave the room or remember a pressing engagement when any form of serious discussion was threatened. Jax didn’t believe in talking about stuff. He thought in private and then he acted to fix a problem. He didn’t share the reasoning that led to the decision. He believed that talking only heightened the wrong emotions, encouraged divisive stances and made issues seem worse than they were. When she had once tried to talk to him about where their affair was heading he had become angry and he had walked away. Naturally he had, she conceded, because he had known their affair was going nowhere.
But obviously he had to talk to her about Bella, she reasoned ruefully. Even he couldn’t make unilateral decisions about the daughter they now had to share. He would want to make arrangements to see Bella again, he would want to ask questions about what the little girl liked and didn’t like. That he was prepared to talk was a healthy sign, Lucy told herself heavily, striving to muster some enthusiasm about the idea of sharing her daughter with her father.
Before she even went into work, her own father had lectured her, urging her not to do to Bella what had been done to her. She had grown up without a father because her mother had selfishly chosen not to tell Kreon he had a daughter. Now, quite unnecessarily, Kreon was advising Lucy to take a long-term view and keep her anger and resentment out of the situation.
‘I know it’s a big ask,’ Kreon had conceded, ‘but you have to deal with what’s happening now and handle it sensibly. Try to concentrate on what’s best for Bella.’
Her father’s outlook had surprised Lucy because he seemed to have come to terms with what she had told him about Jax very quickly and had now taken a more detached view of events. Unfortunately everything still felt painfully personal to Lucy. Jax had rejected her but he had not rejected their daughter. She knew she shouldn’t be thinking that way but she couldn’t help it because she was only human.
A car picked her up from the hotel. It wasn’t a limo and Jax wasn’t in it but she recognised Jax’s security guards. She climbed in, smoothed down her denim skirt and worried at her lower lip with the edge of her teeth. She was wondering what Jax wanted while telling herself to keep her temper and her daughter’s emotional and physical well-being at the forefront of her mind regardless of what he might say.
Jax had plans as well. He would not confront Lucy about anything until they were safely married. Hopefully by then he would also know how accurate that file he had actually was. But he was also well aware of how deceptive Lucy could be, he reminded himself grimly, thinking of the familiar flash of that red dress below the street lights as she’d walked down that alleyway to have sex with another man. Lucy wasn’t the faithful type. Two of his father’s three wives had betrayed him with other men and Jax’s own mother had never been faithful to anyone. Surrounded from childhood by broken, dishonest relationships, Jax had always tried to avoid emotional involvement and commitment. But when his daughter came into the equation he discovered that he badly wanted to give Bella the storybook family he had never had. Something better, something happier, something lasting...
Lucy walked dry-mouthed and nervous into the house with the confusing mirrored hall. The elegant drawing room looked more welcoming than it had on her last visit with only a couple of lamps lit to leave the rest of the very large room shrouded in shadow. When Jax stepped out of the shadows, she flinched and stilled on the threshold.
‘I ordered supper for you.’ Jax indicated the table spread with a selection of snacks.
Jax wore jeans and an open-necked shirt. He shouldn’t have taken her breath away in such ordinary garments but he did. The jeans clung to his narrow hips and outlined his long, powerful thighs. The pale shirt accentuated his bronzed skin tone and the blue black of his hair. She sucked in a breath in the tense silence and clashed with shimmering green eyes fringed by black and her heart hammered out a drumbeat inside her.
‘Supper,’ she repeated, that being the last thing she had expected from him, but she stepped fully into the room to head for the table, grateful to have something other than Jax to focus on.
‘Help yourself,’ he advised.
Settling down on a sofa, Lucy needed no further encouragement because she was always hungry after work and she was involuntarily impressed that he had remembered that little fact. She filled a plate and poured a cup of tea. ‘This is what I call civilised,’ she admitted with a wry smile.
‘I thought it would be,’ Jax said. ‘Were you working in that outfit?’
Lucy smoothed a self-conscious hand over her comfy skirt with which she had teamed a black tee shirt. ‘Yes...’
Jax gritted his teeth. A tripwire stood in front of him but he neatly avoided it by refusing to give way to his inner caveman. The short skirt showed off her surprisingly long and very shapely legs and the tee shirt shaped her pert breasts to perfection. Once upon a time he had objected to her wearing the sort of clothing that revealed her body and that had set off heated arguments. Now he was respecting boundaries to preserve the peace. He sank down onto the sofa opposite her while mentally trying to come up with garments that would still be fashionable but which would miraculously shield that glorious body from the visual attention of other men. And he finally registered that there were no such garments on the market. Lucy had always outshone her clothing. From her bright tumbling hair to her luminous skin and radiant blue eyes, Lucy glowed with sheer energy, attracting attention even in a crowded room.
‘It’s not a short skirt,’ Lucy remarked, knowing his flaws.
‘No, it’s not,’ Jax agreed, wishing she hadn’t directed his attention to her pale slender thighs and knees because it only made him think about the sheer glory of parting them. Furiously conscious of his growing desire, Jax rocked forward, his lean, strong face taut, green eyes semi screened by his lashes.
‘You said you wanted to talk.’ Lucy widened her eyes suspiciously. ‘Was that a joke?’
‘No...’ Silence fell while Lucy munched through her third sandwich. ‘We have a dilemma and I have come up with a solution,’ he spelled out in a roughened undertone as the tip of her tongue chased a crumb from the corner of her mouth.
‘Bella isn’t a dilemma. She isn’t and never will be a problem,’ Lucy assured him quietly. ‘I’m not going to be difficult about you seeing her or anything like that.’
Jax breathed in deep, striving to make himself get to the point and bite the bullet. ‘If we married, we would be in a position to give Bella far more.’
Lucy put down her sandwich unfinished. ‘Married?’ she repeated in consternation. ‘But you don’t ever want to get married.’
‘I didn’t plan to have a child either,’ Jax reminded her. ‘But Bella is here now and that changes the whole picture. I want to give her what I didn’t have. A mother, a father and a settled home, all the security that only a traditional family structure can give her.’
Lucy was stunned because she had never dreamt that she would live to hear Jax admit a desire to embrace such conventional ideas. ‘Neither of us had that,’ she conceded unevenly. ‘But life isn’t perfect and that’s the way it is—’
‘But we can change that,’ Jax sliced in forcefully. ‘We don’t have to live apart when we could raise Bella together, as a married couple.’
Lucy