Ultimatum: Marriage / For the Sake of the Secret Child: Ultimatum: Marriage / For the Sake of the Secret Child. Yvonne LindsayЧитать онлайн книгу.
She’d been intelligent and insightful. When he’d kissed her after she’d laughed at one of his jokes, they’d both gone up in flames.
The morning after they’d made love, Logan’s CEO, Hayes Daniels, had presented him with irrefutable proof that her father was a criminal. When Jake and his CPA had checked the books and bank statements for Houses for Hurricane Victims, they’d discovered alarming discrepancies. Jake had gone with Hayes to turn Mitchell in to the feds.
Since her father was a crook, a crook he’d blown the whistle on, Jake should rid himself of her immediately. But she looked so lost.
Even after he’d discovered her father had robbed Houses for Hurricane Victims, she’d consumed his thoughts. He’d called her repeatedly. Not that she’d answered. No doubt she blamed him for her father’s downfall.
How could he still find her attractive? But he did.
From their first tentative kiss, when her velvet-tipped fingers had singed his flesh through his cotton shirt and her lips had been so soft and hot as they’d parted for his tongue, his groin had tightened with unbearable need.
That a single kiss could have given such a contagion of pleasure should have been a warning. Instead, he’d staked his claim by arching her body against his.
He still wanted her. Which meant he should make her leave before he did something really stupid.
Two
After sweeping up the glass in the foyer and opening a can of tuna in the kitchen, Jake was unlocking the cat crate to let the beast out when he heard a crash from the bathroom.
Ears flat, the cat raced out of the kitchen so fast he collided with a china flowerpot and knocked it over.
Ignoring the cat and the dirt spilling from the shattered pot, Jake ran down the hall to check on Alicia.
“Alicia?”
When she didn’t answer, panic slammed him.
“Alicia? Alicia! Are you all right?”
No answer.
When he pounded on the door with his fists and there was no response, he tried the doorknob, which turned. He shoved it and the door flew open, thick vapors enveloping him. “Alicia?”
Blindly he made his way through the steamy mists to the glassed-in shower-tub and slid the door open.
Through the steam he saw her lying in a crumpled heap, warm water streaming over her naked thighs. Shutting off the faucet, he leaned down and picked her up. Grabbing the towels and robe she’d placed on a stool, he clutched the unconscious woman and carried her down the hall into his den. She wasn’t heavy, so he bore her easily.
He was careful not to a glance at her nude body more than necessary. Still, his gaze did linger on the heart-shaped birthmark on her left breast that he’d once tongued so ardently the night he’d made love to her. Settling her onto his couch, he couldn’t have cared less how the water might stain the expensive leather. He was too worried about her.
He lifted her wrist and felt a pulse. He smiled when it was steady and strong. Maybe she’d knelt down for something she’d dropped and had stood up too fast.
“Alicia! Wake up!”
She mumbled something he didn’t understand and then turned her face away from him.
Had she hit her head? Did she have a concussion?
“Daddy!” she whispered. “Daddy! Where are you? Why can’t you ever, just this once, stay home?”
Was she delirious? Thinking to inspect her scalp for injuries, Jake slid his fingers through her hair. Parting the thick waves with his blunt fingers, he discovered a lump.
“Open your eyes!” he commanded.
Much to his surprise, the long, feminine lashes fluttered. Her plump, sexy lips quivered.
Brown irises slowly filled with light as she struggled to focus. “Jake … it’s you? What’s wrong? Why are you shouting at me?”
She reached out and took his big hand, sending a sexual shock of awareness through him. “Where am I?”
“My living room.”
“What am I doing here?”
That was the question upper most on his mind, but he couldn’t ask her until he was sure she was all right.
Slowly, as she continued to stare at him, her expression changed.
“Where are my clothes?” Her voice rose. “What did you to me?”
“Not a damn thing that I shouldn’t have, so calm down. You fell in the shower. I heard a crash, rushed inside, turned the water off, carried you here, dried you, put you into my robe and checked your pulse. And now that you’re conscious and yourself again, I think we should call your doctor.”
“No need for that! I’m fine,” she said huffily. “Or at least I would be if …” She stopped, clearly troubled by some new thought.
“Did you faint? Or trip?”
She stared at him. Her eyes were huge, wary. “Everything just went black. I guess I fainted.”
“Like I said, you should see a doctor.”
“I will. But not right now. I’m very hungry. I … I haven’t eaten much for a couple of days.”
He’d read in some newspaper that reporters stalked her every time she left her apartment, even to go to the grocery store. Had she been starving herself as a result? Again, he fought the impulse to feel sorry for her.
“Could I possibly trouble you for a cracker … or two … and maybe some tea?” she asked, her tone formal and polite now.
She and her father had made a mess of his life. He should forget she looked defenseless and sexy and make himself call the cops and ask them to send Officer Thomas back. Jake could ask him to drive her to a soup kitchen or a hospital—anywhere.
This whole thing was beginning to feel much too complicated. But instead of doing anything remotely sensible, he nodded.
“Why did you come here?” he demanded.
She rubbed the back of her head and winced. “Jake, before we get into that, I—I’m, I really am seeing bright spots. I … I … I really do need that cracker first.”
“You threatening to faint on me again?”
“I don’t feel so good. Really, I don’t. That’s a fact … not a threat.”
“One stale cracker coming right up,” he whispered gently. “You stay put on the couch while I make a tray. The last thing either of us need is for you to faint again.”
As Jake’s footsteps receded, Alicia sat up on his couch and squeezed her eyes shut.
Oh, God, how could she tell him, him of all people, the man who’d turned her father in to the feds and blown his life and her to bits, that she might be pregnant with his baby?
She’d tested positive on four home pregnancy tests.
Four.
Pressing her fingers to her temple, she counted her thudding heartbeats until the bright spots faded.
It wasn’t as if she hadn’t rehearsed a little speech—several speeches.
Jake, every morning I wake up clammy with nausea. Just for the record, my period’s three weeks late …. I know that because I always note the event by writing a little p—in red—on my kitchen calendar on the exact date of the month. And I’m never late!
She knew what he’d say—that it wasn’t possible, that he’d used a condom. Several condoms.
She sucked in a tight breath