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Ian laughed. “I know you too well for that. You don’t make social calls. If you’ve taken the time and the trouble to come and see me, it has something to do with Molly.”
“Don’t be so sure. I might be here about money.” He’d come to Ian to discuss financing often enoughwhen he was starting his construction company. The older man’s assistance had been invaluable. He and Molly had spent many an evening with Ian going over the details of a construction project. Molly had never complained and often curled up with a book in this very room while the two men talked business. Jordan missed those times and the closeness the three of them shared.
Jordan met Ian’s look. With a knowing smile, his father-in-law said, “You’ve got more money than you know what to do with these days. It’s not money you’re after, it’s Molly.”
Obviously, there was no point in being subtle. “All right,” he said decisively, “if you must know, this does have to do with Molly. We had a falling-out.”
“About what?”
He felt foolish enough already without explaining the details. “I insulted her.”
Ian relaxed in his leather chair and smiled broadly. “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.”
“If I wanted to listen to proverbs I’d be readingPoor Richard’s Almanac. I’m here for advice. I don’t want to lose Molly. I love her.”
“And the baby?”
Jordan had wondered how long it would take Ian to bring up the pregnancy. “I’ll grow accustomed to the baby.”
Ian’s eyes were dark and serious. The smile Jordan had found irritating seconds earlier disappeared. “My daughter isn’t having just any baby, Jordan Larabee, she’s having yours. It’s time you accepted some responsibility.”
Jordan stiffened, disliking Ian’s tone. “I told Mollyfrom the first that I’d assume complete financial responsibility for the child.”
Ian’s eyes narrowed as he directed the full force of his outrage on him. “I’m talking aboutemotionalresponsibility. Do you think you’re the only one who’s ever lost a baby? Enough is enough. No wonder Molly’s having medical problems.”
Immediate fear stabbed him. “Molly’s having problems?”
“She hasn’t been at work all week.”
“What’s wrong?” Jordan was on his feet by now.
“Don’t worry, it’s under control.”
“What’s wrong with her?” Jordan demanded, more strenuously this time.
“You’ll have to ask my daughter. She tends to get feisty when I do her talking for her,” Ian said nonchalantly. Jordan swore the old man was hiding a smile.
Jordan paced to the other side of the room. “She doesn’t answer my calls.”
“You might want to visit her.”
“Has she been in to see Doug Anderson?” Jordan demanded. The physician was a friend of his, although they hadn’t seen each other in several years—not since Jeffrey died. Jordan’s company had been involved in constructing the medical building where Anderson practiced.
“I don’t know, Jordan. You’ll have to ask Molly that yourself.”
Jordan glared at his father-in-law and his blatant effort to get him to visit Molly.
“She only tells me a little about what’s going on in her life,” Ian said. “My guess is that she has seen thedoctor. I’m sure she’s got regular appointments. I know she wasn’t feeling well, but…”
Jordan was tempted to drive over to her apartment and find out for himself exactly what was wrong. He would have if he believed it’d do any good. The minute Molly knew it was him, she simply wouldn’t open the door. She had a stubborn streak that rivaled his own.
Before he jumped to conclusions, Jordan decided to call Doug Anderson himself and find out what he could. He left Ian, and sat in his truck and called Doug on his cell.
“Jordan Larabee. Hey, how long has it been?”
“Too long,” Jordan answered. “I understand Molly’s still your patient?”
“Yes. I know this bout of flu has been difficult for her, but it’s nothing to worry about. She just needs to get lots of rest.”
