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“Hi,” she said. It was the first time she’d called him, preferring to let him set the course of their relationship, at least at this stage. She felt self-conscious now, with her father blatantly listening in, and wished she’d waited to contact Jordan until after she’d arrived home.
“Molly. I came by earlier and you weren’t home. And you didn’t answer your cell.”
“I’m still not home. And I turned my cell off.” So she’d guessed right. Jordan had sought her out. He’d taken her to a movie on Saturday and brought Chinese takeout when he stopped by the house Sunday afternoon. Monday he was going out of town for a brief business trip, and he told her not to expect to hear from him.
“According to call display, you’re at your dad’s.”
“Yeah. Listen, he went on a shopping spree and I’m going to need some help unloading my car. Can I bribe you with the offer of dinner?”
“I’ll be there in five minutes.”
“Jordan, your house is a good ten minutes from mine, and that’s in light traffic.”
“I know that. I intend to speed. I’ve missed you. In fact, I think we should give serious consideration to moving in together. This going back and forth is ridiculous.”
Molly’s heart cheered at the news, but she didn’t say anything one way or the other. It was too soon, but the suggestion was tempting.
Jordan was waiting for her in front of her duplexwhen she drove up. She’d barely had time to put the car in Park when he opened the driver’s door and all but lifted her out of the car.
Not giving her time to protest, he hauled her into his arms and kissed her as if they’d been apart for months instead of days. When he’d finished Molly clung breathlessly to him.
Jordan buried his face in her neck. “I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to look at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you can hardly wait for me to take you to bed.”
Molly blushed profusely, because that was exactly the way she felt. They hadn’t made love in weeks, not since the night they’d spent together. The night they’d argued.…
The subject had been on both their minds since then. Molly couldn’t have Jordan touch her and not want him to continue. She was certain he felt the same physical pull she did.
The lovemaking had always been good between them, and Molly knew it could easily become addictive, again.
Reluctantly she stepped out of his arms. “I’ll unlock the door,” she said, hurrying away from him.
Jordan opened the back door of her car and piled his arms full of sacks. “What is all this stuff?” he asked, following her up the brick walkway that led to her half of the duplex. “Why did he buy so much?”
Molly didn’t answer right away and entered the apartment, turning on light switches as she went. She paused in the baby’s bedroom. She’d decorated it with love and care, eager for his or her arrival.
“Dad’s looking forward to being a grandfather again” was the only explanation she gave.
Jordan stood in the nursery doorway, his arms loaded down. For a long moment he didn’t step beyond the threshold. Molly turned and waited, her heart pounding, echoing in her ears. After what seemed like an eternity, he came into the room and dropped the packages in the crib, then hurried back out.
Together they must have made five more trips.
“It looks like he bought out the store,” Jordan complained as he brought in the box that contained the high chair.
“I said the same thing.” Molly laughed. She was hoping Jordan would agree to assemble the chair for her, but she’d suggest it later.
“Like I told you, Dad’s getting excited.” So was she, but she found no such enthusiasm in her husband.
Jordan nodded, and decisively closed the door to the nursery.
Discouraged, Molly went into the kitchen. She didn’t want to argue, not tonight. She was tired and she’d missed him.
“Do you need help with dinner?” he asked.
Molly shook her head. Hoping inspiration would strike as to what she’d make for dinner, she opened the refrigerator and gazed inside.
