The Tycoon's Paternity Agenda (8 page)

“Why would I do that?”

“Because you'll be pregnant.”

Oh, he did
not
just say that. “What century are you living in? Pregnant women work all the time.”

“At a desk job maybe, or as a clerk in a store. I seriously doubt there are pregnant women out there roping cattle on horseback and mucking stables.”

“Is
that
what you think I do?”

“It's not?”

“Not
just
that. And, of course, I wouldn't do those things when I'm pregnant. Do you really think I would be that irresponsible? And for your information, I spend a
lot
of time behind a desk.”

“I didn't mean to imply that you're irresponsible. And I
guess I just assumed your responsibilities were more physical in nature.”

“So you assumed I got a business degree just for the fun of it?” she snapped. “Next you'll be telling me that I'm wasting my education staying on the ranch.” As if she hadn't heard that enough from Becca over the years.

“I'm just worried about the health of my child.”

“We obviously need to get a few things straight here. One, I am
not
moving to El Paso. There is no reason why I can't have a perfectly healthy pregnancy in Peckins. And two, I am definitely not quitting work. My parents depend on me, not to mention that I love what I do. I understand that you're worried about the baby's health, but you're just going to have to trust me. And lastly, if you insist on calling to check up on me, could you have the decency to not treat me like a…a
baby factory.
Maybe we could even have a conversation. You do know what that is, right?”

“Yes,” he said curtly. He obviously didn't like what he was hearing, but when she signed the contract to be his surrogate, nowhere did it say she had to comply to his every demand.

Move in with him? Was he nuts?

“Even though Becca is gone, we're still family. Would it really be so terrible if we were friends?”

“I never said I didn't want to be your friend.”

“You didn't have to. I'm sure you've heard the phrase,
actions speak louder than words.
And maybe you haven't considered this, but if you get to know me a little better, it will be easier for you to trust me.”

“I suppose you're right,” he said grudgingly.

At least it was start. But she had the sinking feeling that it was going to a really
long
nine months.

S
ince their phone conversation three days ago, Adam had cut off all contact with Katy, and it had been surprisingly difficult. Since the procedure he'd been thinking about her almost twenty-four/seven. The more he read up on pregnancy, the deeper home it hit just how many things could go wrong with not just the baby, but Katy, as well.

He had accepted responsibility for Becca's death, and learned to live with the guilt, but the idea that her sister's life was now in his hands had him on constant edge. It was his responsibility to make sure she was healthy.

It was something he should have considered before he put this baby plan into motion. But it was too late now. Katie was due to arrive any minute so they could go for her blood test. In a few hours they would know if the procedure worked.

He was both excited and dreading it. Hopeful but conflicted. From his home office, where he'd been working while waiting for her to arrive, he heard the doorbell. Even though he was sure it was Katy, he let Celia answer it.

After a minute, Celia knocked on his door. “Katy is here, and I think something is wrong. She ran straight upstairs to the spare bedroom. And it looked like she'd been crying.”

He bolted up from his chair, his heart in the pit of his stomach.

With Celia close behind Adam rushed up the stairs to the spare room. The door was open, so he stepped inside. The door to the bathroom was closed. He knocked softly and asked, “Katy, are you all right?”

“Give me a minute,” she called.

He walked back over to the bedroom door to wait with Celia. After several minutes the bathroom door opened and Katy emerged. She was in her girls' clothes, and her red-rimmed eyes said she probably had been crying.

Ridiculous as it was, his first instinct was to take her in his arms and try to comfort her, which was exactly why he didn't.

“What's wrong?” he asked.

“I had some light cramping this morning before I left, but I thought it might just be a fluke.” She sniffled and swiped at the tear that had spilled over onto her cheek. “But it wasn't.”

The disappointment was all-encompassing. “You're not pregnant?”

She bit her lip and shook her head. “I was so sure it worked. I really expected to be pregnant.”

Celia crossed the room and gathered Katy in her arms, and Adam couldn't help thinking that it should be him comforting her. But he was glad Celia had stepped in for him.

“You'll have more chances,” Celia assured her, rubbing her back soothingly. “I know it's disappointing, but it will happen.” She looked over at Adam and gestured to the box of tissue on the nightstand.

He plucked one out and brought it to her. Celia took it and
pressed it into Katy's hand. “Why don't I make you a soothing cup of chamomile tea?”

Katy sniffled and nodded.

Celia turned and gave Adam a look, then jerked her head in Katy's direction, as if to say “Console her, you idiot.” But he couldn't seem to make himself do it.

Katy stood there dabbing her eyes. “I was so sure I was pregnant.”

“The doctor said it could take a few times.”

“I know, but I had such a good feeling.” She took a deep, shuddering breath. “I'm so sorry, Adam.”

“Sorry for what?”

“I feel responsible.”

She looked so damned…forlorn. And Katy never struck him as the kind of woman to cry on a whim. He recalled that even at Becca's funeral she'd held it together. And how could he just stand there, like a selfish bastard, when he was the one who put her in this situation? Had he really grown so cold and unfeeling?

Or was it that he felt
too
much?

“I'm sorry,” she said in a wobbly voice. “I'm acting stupid.”

Another tear spilled over and rolled down her cheek, and he cringed. The gene all men possessed that made them wither at the sight of a crying female kicked into overdrive. Besides, if he didn't do something, she would probably just interpret it as him being mad at her, or something equally ridiculous.

Feeling he had no choice, he stepped closer and tugged her into his arms. She came willingly, leaning into the embrace, hands fisted against his chest, head tucked under his chin.

There it was again, just like when she'd kissed his cheek, that feeling of awareness. As if every touch, every sensation was multiplied tenfold. The softness of her body where it
pressed against his. The flowery scent of her hair. The flutter of her breath through his shirt and the warmth that seemed to seep through her clothing to his skin.

His body began to react the way any man's would. Well, any man who hadn't been this physically close to a woman in three years. Or intimate in closer to four. Until recently he couldn't say he'd missed it. He'd barely given any thought to sex. It was as if his body had been in deep hibernation, unable to feel physical pleasure.

But he sure as hell could feel it now. And if he didn't get a hold of himself, she would feel it, too.

“I'm sorry,” she said again. “Would you
stop
apologizing.”

“I just feel like, maybe if I had done something different, if I had been more careful.”

Beating herself up over this wasn't going to change anything. “It was nothing you did.”

“But you only have embryos for two more attempts. What if those fail, too?”

“I knew going into this that there was a chance it wouldn't work. I do have other options.”

“But then the last of Becca will be gone forever.”

“Katy, look at me.” She didn't move, so he cradled her chin in his palm and lifted her face to his. Big mistake. Her eyes were wide and sad, and so blue he could almost swim in their depths, and when they locked on his, the sensation was so intense he felt it like a physical blow. Whatever it was he'd been about to say to her was lost.

Her lips parted, like she might speak, and his eyes were drawn to her mouth. Though he knew it was wrong, never had the idea of kissing a woman intrigued him this way. And clearly whatever craziness was causing this, it was doing the same to her. He could tell, by the sudden shift in her demeanor, by the look in her eyes, that she was going
to kiss him again. And he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to stop her.

Not only did he not stop her, but as she rose up, he leaned in to meet her halfway.

Their lips touched and whatever was left of his common sense evaporated with their mingling breath. His only coherent thought was
more
. Whatever she was willing to give, he would take.

So thank God Celia chose that exact instant to call up from the base of the stairs, “The tea is ready!”

Katy pulled away from him, eyes wide with the realization of what they had just done.

“We'll be down in a minute,” he called to Celia.

“Oh, my God,” she whispered, reaching up to touch her lips. “Did you
feel
that?”

Feel it? His heart was about to pound out of his chest. And he couldn't stop looking at her mouth.

He needed to get a hold of himself.

“Okay, this is not that bad,” she said, trying to rationalize a situation that was completely
ir
rational. “We're both disappointed, and upset. That's all. This doesn't mean anything. Right?”

Leave it to Katy to take the situation and blow it wide open.

“Right. We're just upset.” He didn't know if he actually believed it, but it seemed to be what she needed to hear. Why couldn't she be one of those women who was content to pretend everything was fine. Like Becca. It had been like pulling teeth to get her to admit when there was a problem, or she was upset about something.

Of course, that had been no picnic, either. Was there no happy medium?

“We need to call the doctor's office,” Katy said. “Find out what we should do.”

He was glad one of them was thinking clearly. Because the only clear thought he was having right now was how much he'd like to see her naked again.

They had opened a door, and he couldn't help wondering if it was only a matter of time before someone stepped through.

 

She had kissed Adam. On the mouth.

One minute Katy had been racked with guilt that the procedure hadn't worked, and the next she was practically crawling out of her skin, she was so hot for him. And thank God for Celia and her timing, or who knows what
might
have happened. The possibilities both horrified and intrigued her. Though Becca was gone, he would always be her brother-in-law. Her sister's husband. To Katy
and
her parents, who would kill her if they had any clue what had just happened.

Sure, she'd hoped she and Adam could get to know each other, but she'd never meant in the
biblical
sense. Talk about going from one extreme to another.

Like her mom had so eloquently put it, he wasn't like them. So whatever was causing these weird feelings was going to have to stop.

Despite the fact that they both seemed determined to forget it happened, their trip to the doctor's office later that afternoon had been tense. But at least the appointment with Dr. Meyer had been encouraging. He assured her that she'd done nothing to cause the implantation to fail. He wrote her a prescription for hormone shots that she would begin taking a week before the next scheduled implantation. He explained that it could make her womb more hospitable and increase their chances for success.

She wasn't sure what the shots were actually doing for her womb, but as she drove back to El Paso the morning of the second procedure, her emotions were in a hopeless tangle.
What if things were completely awkward between her and Adam? He had emailed her a few times in the past week to check on her, but they hadn't actually talked since her last visit.

Like last time, she drove straight to Adam's house, then Reece took her in the limo to the clinic. She assumed Adam would already be waiting in the lobby, and she was so nervous about seeing him again her hands were trembling. But he wasn't there yet. She waited in their usual spot by the elevator, wringing her hands. He sent her a text message a few minutes later that said he was running late, and to go on up without him.

What if he didn't make it on time? Would they wait for him? The idea of doing this alone made her heart race.

She took the elevator up to the clinic. She checked in, hoping they would make her wait this time, but the nurse called her back right away. She took her time changing into a gown, her anxiety mounting, waiting for a reply saying that he'd arrived. But when the nurse took her to the procedure room, she had no choice but to leave her phone in her purse.

He wasn't going to make it, she realized. Was he really held up at work, or avoiding her? Had that kiss done more damage than she'd realized? This was starting to become a familiar cycle for her. Get close to a man, let her guard down, then inevitably drive him away. What other conclusion could she draw, but that there was something seriously wrong with her? She was like a human deflector. Men got close, then bounced off the surface.

Most of her friends were already married and starting families. And here she was having a baby for someone else, because she was so unappealing, so unlovable no one wanted her.

The nurse got her situated on the table and ready for the
transfer. She must have sensed Katy was upset because she put a hand on her shoulder and asked, “You okay, honey?”

Tears welled in her eyes. “I don't think Adam is going to make it.”

“Mr. Blair is already here, in the waiting room.”

“He is?”

She nodded and smiled. “I was just about to go get him.”

She was so relieved, if she hadn't been lying down, her knees probably would have given out.

The nurse slipped out into the hall, returning a minute later with Adam. She was so happy to see him she had to bite down hard on her lip to keep from bursting into tears, but they started leaking out of her eyes anyway.

Looking worried, Adam grabbed a chair and sat down beside her. “Katy, what's the matter? Why are you crying?”

“I thought you weren't coming,” she said, her voice wobbly.

“I told you I'd just be a few minutes late.”

She wiped her eyes. “I know. I don't know what's wrong with me.”

“It's probably the hormones you've been taking,” the nurse said, handing her a tissue. “It makes some women weepy.”

In that case she hoped it worked this time, so she didn't have to take this emotional roller-coaster ride again. For someone who barely even suffered PMS, this was the pits.

“Is there anything I can do?” Adam asked, looking so adorably helpless, she could have hugged him. Or kissed him. He was sitting awfully close. If she just reached up and slipped a hand around his neck, pulled him down…

Ugh. Had she really just gone from weeping, to fantasizing about jumping him? As if things weren't weird enough already.

She really was a basket case.

The door opened and Dr. Meyer came in, asking cheerfully, “Are we ready to make a baby?”

Katy nodded and held her hand out to Adam. He took it, cradling it between his, holding tight while the doctor did the transfer. Just like the last time it was quick, and mostly painless.

“You know the drill,” the nurse told them when it was over. “Two hours on your back.”

The nurse stepped out into the hall and it was just the two of them. Alone. Last time Adam had let go of her hand as soon as the procedure was finished, but not now. Maybe he didn't think she was so terrible after all.

“I'm really sorry about earlier,” she said. “I
never
cry. Not even when I was thrown from a horse and busted my collarbone. But it seems as though every time I see you now I'm blubbering about something.”

“Katy, I understand.”

“I just don't want you to think I'm a big baby.” Because that's sure what she felt like.