break in to check…”
“You broke in?”
“I thought you’d passed out, Nicole. I thought you needed help.” Did his voice shake or was it her imagination?
So she’d been right. Fear motivated his actions. Her heart did a crazy flip at the thought of Kevin’s concern. Caring was a possible start, one that could lead to more…to love… couldn’t it? Her hand clutched around her stomach. “And you’re here now because…”
“Because I was hoping we could talk before you went ahead and aborted my child!”
Nikki sucked in an obviously startled breath. When Kevin had seen the clinic address in the phone book, he’d panicked. Not only for Nikki’s health, but also for the welfare of his baby. Although he’d made mistakes in the past he took this responsibility seriously. She was startled to realize he wanted this child.
“I know it’s your body and your choice,” Kevin said, forestalling any argument she might make. “But I helped create this new life and I deserve to be a part of any decisions you make… before they’re irreparable.”
* * *
Her eyes flashed brilliant sparks, but he couldn’t read what was going on in her head. “Please turn around.”
“I’m not walking out that door until we talk.”
“I agree. Now turn around and give me a chance to get decent,” she muttered.
Kevin forcibly pushed down the adrenaline that had been flowing since discovering the phone book on her counter, and focused on Nicole instead. Dark hair brushed her bare shoulders and she sat clutching a white sheet that threatened to fall. Beneath it, she wasn’t dressed. He knew what curves lay under the draped sheet and knew what effect they’d had on him in the past. What effect they had on him now.
For the first time, he took in the private situation he’d intruded upon and cringed. He hadn’t given the circumstances a thought. He pivoted toward the door, giving her the respect he’d denied her before. And he waited.
The rustling sound of cotton shifting and gliding over her naked skin was pure torture and almost enough to make him forget he had anger and issues of his own.
“That’s a major conclusion you jumped to.” Her voice whispered close to his ear and a light hint of vanilla fragrance wafted in the air.
He turned. She’d come up behind him, still wearing the sheet, although now it was draped tight around her like a sarong. Her fingers gripped the edges, clutching onto the ends hard and fast.
“Do you blame me? You do realize you’re standing undressed in a Planned Parenthood examining room?”
Deep purple eyes gazed at him in dismay and disappointment. “Is that what you think of me? Forgetting the one night that created this baby? You were closer to my family than anyone else. You ignored football to listen to my hopes and dreams of being a teacher, of being a mother one day.”
Her voice caught and Kevin’s stomach lurched in response.
“You of all people know how many losses I’ve suffered in the past few years. Both my parents, my brother, and…” She halted without warning, but the tension was obvious in the set of her shoulders and the flush in her cheeks.
She was right, Kevin realized. In all his mulling over the angles of this situation, he’d never factored Nikki’s past into the equation. How could he think she’d willingly get rid of her own child? He’d kick himself if he could.
How much more pain would he cause her? “Go on,” he said softly, hoping to somehow calm her down. Distress couldn’t be good for the baby or its mother.
“Forget it.” She blinked at the moisture forming in her eyes. A lone tear trickled down her face and the truth settled in his gut.
He could do many things. Forgetting what she’d been about to say wasn’t one of them. “You were listing your losses. Your parents, Tony… and who else?”
“Janine,” she said quickly, averting her gaze.
“True, but it’s not who you meant.” Kevin had no desire to
“You broke in?”
“I thought you’d passed out, Nicole. I thought you needed help.” Did his voice shake or was it her imagination?
So she’d been right. Fear motivated his actions. Her heart did a crazy flip at the thought of Kevin’s concern. Caring was a possible start, one that could lead to more…to love… couldn’t it? Her hand clutched around her stomach. “And you’re here now because…”
“Because I was hoping we could talk before you went ahead and aborted my child!”
Nikki sucked in an obviously startled breath. When Kevin had seen the clinic address in the phone book, he’d panicked. Not only for Nikki’s health, but also for the welfare of his baby. Although he’d made mistakes in the past he took this responsibility seriously. She was startled to realize he wanted this child.
“I know it’s your body and your choice,” Kevin said, forestalling any argument she might make. “But I helped create this new life and I deserve to be a part of any decisions you make… before they’re irreparable.”
* * *
Her eyes flashed brilliant sparks, but he couldn’t read what was going on in her head. “Please turn around.”
“I’m not walking out that door until we talk.”
“I agree. Now turn around and give me a chance to get decent,” she muttered.
Kevin forcibly pushed down the adrenaline that had been flowing since discovering the phone book on her counter, and focused on Nicole instead. Dark hair brushed her bare shoulders and she sat clutching a white sheet that threatened to fall. Beneath it, she wasn’t dressed. He knew what curves lay under the draped sheet and knew what effect they’d had on him in the past. What effect they had on him now.
For the first time, he took in the private situation he’d intruded upon and cringed. He hadn’t given the circumstances a thought. He pivoted toward the door, giving her the respect he’d denied her before. And he waited.
The rustling sound of cotton shifting and gliding over her naked skin was pure torture and almost enough to make him forget he had anger and issues of his own.
“That’s a major conclusion you jumped to.” Her voice whispered close to his ear and a light hint of vanilla fragrance wafted in the air.
He turned. She’d come up behind him, still wearing the sheet, although now it was draped tight around her like a sarong. Her fingers gripped the edges, clutching onto the ends hard and fast.
“Do you blame me? You do realize you’re standing undressed in a Planned Parenthood examining room?”
Deep purple eyes gazed at him in dismay and disappointment. “Is that what you think of me? Forgetting the one night that created this baby? You were closer to my family than anyone else. You ignored football to listen to my hopes and dreams of being a teacher, of being a mother one day.”
Her voice caught and Kevin’s stomach lurched in response.
“You of all people know how many losses I’ve suffered in the past few years. Both my parents, my brother, and…” She halted without warning, but the tension was obvious in the set of her shoulders and the flush in her cheeks.
She was right, Kevin realized. In all his mulling over the angles of this situation, he’d never factored Nikki’s past into the equation. How could he think she’d willingly get rid of her own child? He’d kick himself if he could.
How much more pain would he cause her? “Go on,” he said softly, hoping to somehow calm her down. Distress couldn’t be good for the baby or its mother.
“Forget it.” She blinked at the moisture forming in her eyes. A lone tear trickled down her face and the truth settled in his gut.
He could do many things. Forgetting what she’d been about to say wasn’t one of them. “You were listing your losses. Your parents, Tony… and who else?”
“Janine,” she said quickly, averting her gaze.
“True, but it’s not who you meant.” Kevin had no desire to
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