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“Kim?”
She had to fight not to close her eyes at the sound of her name on his lips. It sent a shiver down her back, clear to her toes, where it turned and caused her entire body to warm.
She straightened her hands, flexing her fingers, forcing her arms to hang at her sides, even though she wanted to cross them against her chest, protection against what was surely going to be an unpleasant experience.
He stood looking at her, his brows raised, his deep blue eyes holding hers with questions all through them. Those amazing, caring, kind, soul-reaching blue, blue eyes.
Chapter 4
Kim didn’t have anygreat plans for what she was going to say. Hadn’t really thought about the situation she was in now—facing the man who didn’t know he was the father of her unborn child. Sure, she’d thought about telling him, knew she needed to, sometime in the future when she finally contacted him, but...she never thought about what she would do in any detail.
But now he was standing in front of her, looking at her with those eyes that she knew all too well she could easily get lost in, seeming to have endless patience while she shifted and stalled.
She opened her mouth, figuring she would just say,you’re the father of the baby I’m going to have in three months, but before she could get any words out, there was a knock at the door.
She hadn’t even heard a car pull in.
She glanced toward the door, grateful for the reprieve. In the window, she could see the two people who claimed to be her parents.
Bev and Bill. They actuallywereher parents, but that didn’t negate the fact that Iva May had raised her.
It wasn’t that she wasn’t happy to see them. They were good people, and before she had known that they were her parents, she had liked them. She still did. But adjusting to the fact that her entire life had changed, shifted, irrevocably so, just took some getting used to.
“I don’t recognize them. Do you?” Davis said from beside her, closer than he had been. She hadn’t noticed that he’d taken a step forward, and he leaned toward her, almost as though protecting her.
The idea made her smile briefly. Never in her life had she had anyone who had wanted to protect her. To keep her safe. Cherish her. She thought those were little-girl dreams, and now that she was an older woman, although not too old to have a baby, she had given up on the idea of that ever happening. It only happened in movies and romance novels.
“Yes. They’re my...parents.” She stumbled over the word. He surely noticed, but he didn’t say anything.
He paused as though trying to decide if he should stay or go. Finally he said, “All right, I’ll let you handle them. I’m going to go out and get settled in the loft.”
“You don’t—”
He walked away from her, and she closed her mouth. What was she going to do? Offer to let him live with her? Offer to live somewhere else? Say that she was going out to the stable? She didn’t have anywhere else to go.
And she didn’t want to bring her baby home to a loft. She didn’t know the heating situation, but in Michigan, there definitely needed to be some kind of good insulation and dependable heat if she was going to raise a child.
