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“Women have babies and work all the time. And the job will wait for you, Cath. We both made this baby. Let me help you until you’re ready to go to Brussels.”
“I’m ready now.”
“After the baby is born. Let me be there when it’s born. Let me share in its life.”
Trace knew he was being a bit reckless. But surprisingly he trusted Cath and wanted to do what he could to put her at ease with the situation.
She was not Cynthia. He had to remember that. The situation was totally different. There was no question this was his child.
“I don’t know.”
He felt a flare of triumph. She sounded as if she was weakening. The next step—coming up with a legal agreement. She was no longer putting up barriers.
“You’re moving too fast,” she said.
“The next months will fly by. We don’t have a lot of time to waste,” he said.
He leaned over and brushed back the locks of hair that had drifted across her cheek.
“We enjoyed each other’s company last summer. Let’s remember that and recapture some of those feelings while we’re together. Neither of us wants forever. It would be a good thing if the time we spend together is enjoyable. We had something special, Cath. Let’s recapture that.”
Chapter Six
Trace was still trying to wrap his mind around the idea of becoming a father again. With a difference this time—he knew the baby was his. No one was taking it away from him.
For a moment the memory of their night together flashed into his mind. It had been incredible. Cath had been loving and wild in bed and about driven him up the wall with desire. They’d made love several times during the night. He’d hated to leave in the morning, which in itself was unusual. He preferred to skip the awkwardness of the morning after. But it hadn’t been awkward with Cath.
That had come when he stopped calling her.
He was well past the age where he hopped into bed with anybody who caught his eye. He’d focused on his business career after Cynthia left, rising rapidly in the corporate world. Last summer had been the most fun he had outside of business in a long time.
What would it be like to spend more time with Cath? To share a child together? To keep a connection down through the years?
“This is important to me, and I want you to think seriously about it. Let’s give our baby every chance we can,” he said.
Cath regarded him steadily. After a long moment she dropped her gaze and took another sip of her coffee. Trace wished again that he could read her mind. Her posture indicated resistance.
How ironic. Wasn’t it usually the man doing the protesting? Instead he was doing all he could to convince her it was the right decision.
“I still don’t think it’s a good idea,” she said so softly Trace almost didn’t hear her.
“If you’ve got a better idea, now’s the time to bring it up.”
“We could just go on the way we have been,” she offered.
“Not an option,” he said flatly.
If it weren’t so ironic, he could see the humor in the situation. He had married Cynthia thinking she was pregnant with his baby when she was not. Now he’d not brought up the subject of marriage with Cath—who definitely was pregnant with his baby.
Should he?
They sat in silence. Cath sipped her coffee, gazed around at the other people in the coffee shop. Trace kept his eyes deliberately on her. If he had to, he would force the issue.
As if sensing his resolve, she looked at him again.
“So at what point would you think the baby ready to move to Brussels?” she asked.
“I don’t know, but certainly not before it was several months old.”
