Beginning With Baby. Christie RidgwayЧитать онлайн книгу.
going! Left thinking we were going to the justice of the peace to tie the knot this afternoon!”
Jackson rubbed at his neck again. “When she asked us the wedding date, I thought it best to go for soon.”
“Uh!” She let out a frustrated exclamation, then hurriedly soothed a startled Rex. “I’m sorry, baby,” she whispered to him, rubbing her lips against the baby’s head.
“I did it for him,” Jackson said quietly. And for Phoebe. Because years ago he’d been in a situation eerily similar.
Phoebe’s shoulders slumped, and a defeated sigh escaped her. “But what are we supposed to do?”
Jackson had been thinking about that since the instant he’d made the shocking announcement. Not really so shocking to him, considering how Phoebe and Rex brought out in him this odd rescue impulse. He hadn’t so much thought through the idea as he’d just whipped it out like a sword in defense of the woman and child.
He sat down on the love seat beside Phoebe, watching her hand stroke Rex’s small back. Jackson couldn’t allow her to lose the baby to Social Services. “Look. Let’s talk about Mrs. Bee. Would you say she’s a little—dotty?”
Phoebe rolled her eyes. “As dotty as that itsy-bitsy, teeny-weenie, yellow polka-dot bikini. She latches on to stuff and then won’t let it go. A couple of months ago it was a campaign to license pet reptiles like dogs. I’m not kidding. She circulated petitions and everything.” Inhaling a deep breath, she closed her eyes. “And now she’s moved on to me and Rex.”
Jackson could feel Phoebe’s escalating fear. “Let’s calm down for a minute,” he said, wanting to touch her in reassurance, but denying himself the pleasure. “How much trouble could she make?”
She shrugged. “No telling. But if she contacted someone it would definitely be awkward explaining that I don’t know where Rex’s father is.”
“That’s what I thought.” He rubbed his palms against his bent knees. “And if you’re hoping for custody—”
“I am, if it’s what Teddy wants.”
Jackson nodded. “Then it’s best that there are zero calls on file.”
“Well, then, what do you suggest?” Phoebe closed her eyes, then opened them. “We can’t really be thinking of getting married.” She swallowed. “Can we?”
Jackson smiled grimly. “That’s where Mrs. Bee’s dottiness is going to work for us. She seemed perfectly satisfied when she walked out of here, right? So now we go out this afternoon and come back, grinning like happy newlyweds and say it’s done.”
Phoebe groaned. “You’ve got to be kidding. Say it’s done? We’re done for.”
He shook his head stubbornly. “Dotty is going to work for us, I promise you. Nothing will have to change.”
“But—”
He put his hand over her mouth to halt further protests. “In a month I’m outta here. In a month you and Teddy will settle the situation with Rex. Or a month will give you time to find a new place to live, if that’s still necessary. But I bet Mrs. Bee quickly moves on to some other fixation.”
Suddenly registering the warm, smooth skin of Phoebe’s lips, he snatched his hand away.
“What do we tell other people? How do we act around the other tenants?”
Jackson shrugged. “I leave that up to you. For myself, I’m going to live my life just as I have every day before.”
“Like every day before?” she echoed, raising one skeptical brow.
For some reason his pulse started hammering like a death knell. “Yeah.”
“Like every day before.” She shook her head in disbelief. “Despite the fact that you’re now ‘married’ and the father of one?”
Chapter Four
Regardless of Phoebe’s doubts that they could pull off this “marriage,” Jackson felt satisfied he’d been proven right. Mrs. Bee had gaily waved them off and then been discreetly absent upon their return.
So a few hours after their supposed wedding, a “married” Jackson sat on the sill of his open third-story bedroom window, sipping from a mug of hot coffee and watching the sun go down.
Instead of visiting the justice of the peace, Phoebe, Rex and Jackson had driven to the local open-air mall and gone their separate ways. She and the stroller had disappeared into one of those girlie shops selling bath and shower stuff.
He’d found a bench shaded from the broiling August sun. The coastal town of Strawberry Bay, situated in the central part of California, sweltered this time of year, like most of the rest of the state. Though he’d been dog tired—these were his customary sleeping hours—there’d been a breathlessness to the afternoon that had made him edgy.
With the sun now setting, his foreboding hadn’t completely dissipated. There was an ominous cast to the sky, and Jackson shrugged, trying to dislodge the uneasy feeling. He should be content now. With Phoebe and Rex’s situation taken care of, he could return to his familiar, isolated existence.
His involvement in their lives was no longer required.
And their involvement in his. He needn’t feel anything toward either one of them any longer.
From the corner of his eye, movement caught his attention. He held his breath. Great. Phoebe was at her window. There was more fluttering movement, and he could see one shoulder and an arm. He guessed she’d settled on the sill like he had, with her back against the side of the window opening.
Then, as he watched, a leg emerged from the window, and her small bare foot braced against the gently pitched second-story roof. The hem of a long pink dress fluttered about her calf.
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