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He hadn’t done it, for a number of excellent reasons. All right, one excellent reason.
Molly was right.
He’d been running, just the way she claimed. He’d submerged himself in denial, refusing to deal with Jeffrey’s death or accept this new life Molly’s body was nurturing.
He picked Lesley up at seven and whistled appreciatively when he saw her. She was dressed in a beautiful dark blue full-length silk dress that outlined her trim figure.
“You look fabulous,” he said, but even while he was speaking his mind drifted to Molly. She was nearly five months pregnant now. Her stomach would be swelling, and the pregnancy would be apparent.
He shook his head in an effort to free himself from thoughts of his wife. He was going to enjoy himself this evening, put his troubles behind him and remember there was a lovely woman on his arm, a woman who was his friend.
They arrived at the Shubert Theater in plenty of time. Jordan was buying a program when he spotted Molly in the lobby.
His heart skidded to a sudden halt. She was laughing, her eyes bright with happiness, and Jordan sworehe’d never seen anyone, anything, quite so beautiful. She wore a simple white dress with a high waist. The gown hinted at her pregnancy, and she looked elegant and—in a word—stunning.
Her hair was longer than he remembered. She’d tucked it behind her ears, and it bounced against her bare shoulders. Her earrings were a dangly gold pair he’d given her the first Christmas they were married.
Jordan didn’t know how long he stared at her. Several minutes, he suspected. It took that long for him to notice Molly wasn’t alone; a tall sturdy man stood at her side. Recognition seized Jordan. Molly was with the same man she’d danced with at Kati’s wedding. That doctor—David Stern.
She’d had the gall to hurl Lesley in his face while she herself was involved with someone else! It took every shred of decorum he possessed not to storm over and cause a scene.
Getting a grip on himself proved difficult, but eventually he returned to his seat, where Lesley was waiting for him.
A few minutes later, Lesley turned to him, whispering, “Jordan, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“Then why are you so tense?”
“I’m not,” he said sharply. It was apparent he wasn’t going to be able to disguise his irritation. “Excuse me a moment,” he said as he jerked himself out of his seat.
“Jordan,” Lesley said anxiously, “the play’s about to start.”
Jordan ignored her comment. Thankful he was inthe aisle seat, he dashed back to the lobby. Not that he had any idea what he intended to do once he got there.
The minute he entered the lobby, Jordan realized his mistake. Molly was still there with her doctor friend.
She glanced up just then and their eyes met. The shock was enough to sweep the breath from his lungs. He felt sure that Molly had experienced the same phenomenon. She looked up at her date, placed her hand on his forearm and excused herself.
David Stern’s eyes sought Jordan out, but he refused to meet the other man’s gaze. Instead he focused on Molly, who was coming toward him. Her fingers nervously adjusted the strap of her evening bag.
Within seconds they faced each other. Silence followed.
“Hello.” It was Molly who spoke first.
“Molly.” Slipping his hands in his tuxedo pockets became necessary, otherwise he feared he’d drag her into his arms.
Silence again, as he absorbed the sight of her. “How are you feeling?”
“Very well,” she told him. She flattened her hand over her stomach; the pregnancy wasn’t obvious, but noticeable. “How about you?”
“Okay.” He shrugged. “You look great.”
She smiled, lowering her lashes, clearly ill-at-ease with his compliment.
“You seeing much of the good doctor?” His gaze briefly left her to rest on the man waiting impatiently for Molly to return to him. He clenched his back teeth to keep from saying something he shouldn’t.
“Not that much. How’s Lesley?”
