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“Oh, honestly, Jordan,” she said impatiently, “don’t be so obtuse.”
“Obtuse? About what?”
She had an aversion to coming right out and telling him. “Think about it,” she told him, gesturing wildly with her free hand. The other continued to hold the bottle.
“I am thinking.”
She felt like having a stiff drink of that bourbon herself, but she couldn’t, not when she was pregnant.
“Care to join me?” Jordan asked, bringing down a second tumbler.
“Not a good idea for me right now. Trust me, it’s tempting, I could use the courage.”
“It’s probably better if you don’t. You never could hold your liquor.”
“Great, insult me.”
He stared at her as if he hadn’t seen her in a long while, as if studying her would tell him what it was he didn’t know.
“We made love in Africa, remember?” She waved the whiskey bottle at him, hoping to jolt his memory.
“Yeah, but why bring it up now?” As soon as the words left his lips, he made the connection, falling back into the wooden chair. Slowly his eyes met hers. They grew wide, then narrowed as he reached for the tumbler and drank down a big gulp. He pressed the back of his hand to his mouth and briefly closed his eyes. “You’re pregnant.”
“Nothing gets past you, does it?” she said mockingly.
“How long have you known?” Why he found that so important, she could only guess.
“A couple of weeks.”
“It’s taken you until now to tell me?”
Outwardly he was as calm and collected as the next man, but his anger simmered below the surface. The inflection of his voice gave him away.
“Sure,” she cried, “blame me! I didn’t get pregnant all by myself, you know. Oh, no, you had to come after me like…like Indiana Jones, sweep me into your arms and—”
“Our making love was…unexpected,” he said. “I didn’t plan for that to happen.”
“Are you saying I did?”
“No,” he shouted and wiped one hand down his pale face. He picked up the bottle and refilled his glass. “What are you going to do?” he asked, not looking at her.
“About what?”
“The pregnancy?”
“That’s a stupid question. I’m going to have this baby, raise him or her and live long enough to be a problem to my grandchildren. What else is there to do?”
Jordan propped his elbows on the table. “What about the divorce?”
“I don’t see how this pregnancy should make any difference. Lesley will understand.” Although Molly would have enjoyed being a bug on the wall when he broke this news to his fiancée.
“You might have said something sooner, don’t you think?” He glared at her accusingly. “You knew on Saturday, didn’t you? That’s what your father was hinting at. Who else did you tell—your good friend Dr. Stern?”
“David has nothing to do with this.”
“But you—”
“Listen, Jordan,” she broke in. “I’ve done my duty and told you about the baby. I realize it’s a shock—it was a shock to me, too. But this doesn’t change anything. You can go on your merry way and do whatever you please.”
