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What if he was the father? He weighed the idea. Sure, he figured he’d have kids someday. He liked kids. He loved being the newly minted uncle to his brothers’ babies. He cared enough to fund-raise with Once upon a Dream and want to sponsor new facilities at Children’s Hospital. But having children of his own wasn’t something he’d seriously contemplated up to now given his lifestyle; he was at the peak of his career. Plus, if he was honest, he’d say he’d never met a woman he wanted to have kids with.
An image of Sera flashed through his mind, and he started to smile. His baby and Sera’s would be a firecracker, no question.
Marv sighed. “You know, a scandal on top of everything else won’t be good for the revenue stream or your contract-negotiating position. I gotta put that out there.”
“We’re living in the era of reality-TV stars. Don’t be too sure,” Jordan responded drily. “Anyway, I want the truth—whatever it is.”
“Of course.”
“I want you to hire a private investigator and find out all you can. I need as much background as possible fast.”
He trusted Marv and considered him more than an agent because of their long-standing working relationship. That was why he was asking him to be the point person and hire whomever and do whatever it took.
“You got it,” his agent said. “And Jordan?”
“Yeah?”
“No matter what the truth is, you can handle it.”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence, Marv.”
His life had been turned upside down, but he’d been in worse situations before.
Thirteen
“Bernice, I need to be reassigned.”
Sera stood in the doorway of her manager’s office, not looking at Bernice but focused on the bobblehead dolls on the shelves. Frankly, she felt a bit like a bobblehead herself lately.
It wasn’t every day that a woman had to deal with being outed as a couple in the press and a private breakup
at the same time. From some angles, it would seem that she and Jordan had the shortest relationship on record. They were the local version of a Las Vegas wedding and divorce.
Plus, the juiciness of Jordan being outed as a baby daddy while dating another woman at the same time was making the press slaver.
The twin headlines ran through her head: “Jordan Serenghetti’s Secret Love Child.” “Jordan Serenghetti’s New Mystery Woman.”
Bernice swiveled her chair so that she faced Sera more fully. “You want to be reassigned? Because Jordan may have fathered a child?”
“You know already?”
“Honey, everyone knows. It’s Jordan Serenghetti. The news is hard to avoid, especially around here, and I’m not a good gossip-dodger.”
Sera wasn’t ashamed to admit she’d cried last night. The pain had been a dull throb in the region of her heart. If it had been sharp and awful but over and done within minutes, she might have been thankful. Instead, she had this agonizing aftermath.
It wasn’t as if she’d be able to avoid Jordan for the rest of her life. Not unless she declined Marisa and Cole’s future invites. And maybe not entirely even then. Welsdale wasn’t that big a town, and she was bound to run into Jordan eventually, even if she ducked every event that Marisa and Cole planned for Dahlia or any other child they might have.
Which brought Sera back to the children she and Jordan would never have. Because he may have already plunged into parenthood with another woman, and had hidden it from her—just like Neil had.
Why hadn’t she learned? Her inner voice wailed and raged, refusing to be silenced.
Bernice looked at her sympathetically.
“I know you said we need this contract with the Razors...” Sera trailed off and bit her trembling lip. Damn it. She would not cry. She’d thought she’d used up all her tears last night.
“Things got a little too cozy with Jordan?”
Sera nodded, still avoiding her manager’s gaze. She’d behaved unprofessionally—she inwardly rolled her eyes—and with Jordan Serenghetti, of all people. He was an in-law and a sports celebrity.
