The Cowboy's Secret Baby: BWWM Cowboy Pregnancy Romance (Young Adult First Time Billionaire Steamy African American) by Christin Jensen
Authors: Christin Jensen
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going to demand money from you. If somebody wants to make a ruckus about my birth, I’ll stand up for you – if an unwed mother will do you any good,” she ended sadly.
Pirtle chuckled gently. “Mine was an ancient sin, and there are plenty more current cases I could drag up in the banking world if anybody really cared. – I haven’t got so much to lose, as long as my legitimate children know I still care for them.” He did not add his growing realization that his old flame Marion was herself vulnerable and would become more so as time went on.
Meanwhile, the thwarted Marion had telephoned Two Flags Stables and given the patient Terry McGee an earful. Dutifully, he contacted his employer in Virginia.
“Farris, a Mrs. Marion Saxe just called,” he reported. “She’s mad as a hornet – claims Miss Clarice came home pregnant and is threatening all kinds of lawsuits and publicity.”
Farris closed his eyes. He was sitting in a rocker on a sumptuous Virginia porch, but it might have been hell as far as he was concerned. “Contact the lady,” he said finally, “and tell her I will return her call as soon as I get back from Virginia. In the meantime, don’t answer the phone when you see that number. - Fax any reports you get from our Tennessee investigator to me here.” He turned off the phone.
Damn, damn, damn, damn ! Farris thought. The old lady may be right, even if she does just think she’s just blowing smoke. – Here I was all careful with my condoms and denied even the thought that those might not be enough. I just didn’t want to face the facts and admit I was having an illicit affair. Now Clarice may be paying for my willful ignorance when she has enough on her plate already.
Not wanting to inflict his company on anyone here, Farris scrolled through his contact list until he found the doctor who did his physicals. Fortunately, the two were old college buddies, so Farris had a night number.
Todd Blake answered on the first ring. “Farris Croxton! You’re healthier than your damn horses; what could you possibly need so late?”
“Look, Todd.” Farris bent down in his chair and covered the phone with his hand as he talked. “I need a good shrink within easy driving distance of the home place. I’ve got personal problems I need to work out.”
“H’m.” Blake was obviously thinking. “Last time I saw you, you were escorting Miss Clarice Saxe around her very successful animal portrait showing. – Word is she just went home to Tennessee. Got yourself into hot water on that front?”
“Let’s just say that her family tangle is so bad it made me realize I have problems of my own,” Farris replied. “Dammit, I don’t know what’s going on with her for sure, but I think I may have just added to her burden. – Can you stop jawing and get me a name and a number?”
Blake sighed heavily into the phone line. “I’ve got a pal in the shrink line who would probably be willing to take you on. Got a pen and paper on you? I can give you the name and office phone number. – For heaven’s sake, don’t call him now; he’s not THAT good a friend.”
“I read you,” Farris assured him, “and I can’t get away from here until Wednesday at the earliest anyway. Give me your name and number.”
Then Farris returned to the indoor reception, where everybody in the room wanted him to expound on the genius of Clarice Saxe and how she could portray horses.
Chapter 9
By now, Clarice had gotten an appointment with one of the best-regarded psychologists in Nashville and was settling down to tell the middle-aged lady her story.
“So,” Sophie Carstairs summarized, “you have always found your mother to be a hurtful and domineering person.”
“The devil of it is,” Clarice responded, “I still snap to attention mentally when I hear her voice. Before she yelled like that, I never considered the
Pirtle chuckled gently. “Mine was an ancient sin, and there are plenty more current cases I could drag up in the banking world if anybody really cared. – I haven’t got so much to lose, as long as my legitimate children know I still care for them.” He did not add his growing realization that his old flame Marion was herself vulnerable and would become more so as time went on.
Meanwhile, the thwarted Marion had telephoned Two Flags Stables and given the patient Terry McGee an earful. Dutifully, he contacted his employer in Virginia.
“Farris, a Mrs. Marion Saxe just called,” he reported. “She’s mad as a hornet – claims Miss Clarice came home pregnant and is threatening all kinds of lawsuits and publicity.”
Farris closed his eyes. He was sitting in a rocker on a sumptuous Virginia porch, but it might have been hell as far as he was concerned. “Contact the lady,” he said finally, “and tell her I will return her call as soon as I get back from Virginia. In the meantime, don’t answer the phone when you see that number. - Fax any reports you get from our Tennessee investigator to me here.” He turned off the phone.
Damn, damn, damn, damn ! Farris thought. The old lady may be right, even if she does just think she’s just blowing smoke. – Here I was all careful with my condoms and denied even the thought that those might not be enough. I just didn’t want to face the facts and admit I was having an illicit affair. Now Clarice may be paying for my willful ignorance when she has enough on her plate already.
Not wanting to inflict his company on anyone here, Farris scrolled through his contact list until he found the doctor who did his physicals. Fortunately, the two were old college buddies, so Farris had a night number.
Todd Blake answered on the first ring. “Farris Croxton! You’re healthier than your damn horses; what could you possibly need so late?”
“Look, Todd.” Farris bent down in his chair and covered the phone with his hand as he talked. “I need a good shrink within easy driving distance of the home place. I’ve got personal problems I need to work out.”
“H’m.” Blake was obviously thinking. “Last time I saw you, you were escorting Miss Clarice Saxe around her very successful animal portrait showing. – Word is she just went home to Tennessee. Got yourself into hot water on that front?”
“Let’s just say that her family tangle is so bad it made me realize I have problems of my own,” Farris replied. “Dammit, I don’t know what’s going on with her for sure, but I think I may have just added to her burden. – Can you stop jawing and get me a name and a number?”
Blake sighed heavily into the phone line. “I’ve got a pal in the shrink line who would probably be willing to take you on. Got a pen and paper on you? I can give you the name and office phone number. – For heaven’s sake, don’t call him now; he’s not THAT good a friend.”
“I read you,” Farris assured him, “and I can’t get away from here until Wednesday at the earliest anyway. Give me your name and number.”
Then Farris returned to the indoor reception, where everybody in the room wanted him to expound on the genius of Clarice Saxe and how she could portray horses.
Chapter 9
By now, Clarice had gotten an appointment with one of the best-regarded psychologists in Nashville and was settling down to tell the middle-aged lady her story.
“So,” Sophie Carstairs summarized, “you have always found your mother to be a hurtful and domineering person.”
“The devil of it is,” Clarice responded, “I still snap to attention mentally when I hear her voice. Before she yelled like that, I never considered the
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