She wanted to refuse him, but it would be useless. If he wanted to see the baby, she couldn’t physically stop him. She sighed resignedly and indicated the room where Allison was taking her nap, completely unaware of the friction her existence generated between these two people.
Jace’s large body seemed to fill the room as he bent over the crib and pulled back the light blanket.
Allison was in her usual sleeping position. She lay on her stomach, her head turned to one side, her knees drawn up under her tummy, her bottom stuck up in the air.
Katherine carefully watched Jace’s reaction as he studied the baby whose gentle, rapid breath was the only sound in the close room. He reached out with one large brown hand and stroked the rosy cheek with his index finger.
“Hello, Allison,” he whispered.
Katherine, who had been awed by the contrast of his hand against Allison’s small head, turned quickly to look at him. “How did you know her name?” she asked. She had been mindful not to mention it to him, thinking that the less of an individual the baby seemed to him, the less he would want her.
“The nurses at the hospital told me. When I started looking for you, that was the first place I went. They remembered Allison well. The circumstances of her birth and Mary’s—” he broke off mid-sentence and looked at Katherine. Was it pain she saw in his eyes? “Anyway, they remembered her. And you.”
“Me?”
“Oh, yes, I was told countless times how sweet and considerate you were. Not to mention how beautiful.” His voice was a hoarse whisper, and Katherine avoided the blue eyes that looked at her from a face far too close to her own. She could feel his breath fanning her cheek.
Her hands were trembling as she drew the blanket over Allison again. Jace’s hand touched her shoulder as if to turn her toward him, but she recoiled and jerked away.
“Don’t,” she cried. When Allison jumped in reaction to the loud noise, she lowered her voice to a rasping hiss. “How dare you come in my house and act civilly and friendly and… and affectionately. Understand me, Mr. Manning. No one is taking Allison away from me. Especially someone named Manning. I want nothing to do with any of you. I ask nothing of you, and neither will Allison.” She drew a deep, ragged breath. “Your brother killed my sister!”
The words hung in the room between them. Momentarily they were frozen in time, adversaries assessing each other and weighing the opponent’s strength.
The atmosphere crackled with emotion and expectation. Later in private, self-analyzing torment, Katherine swore that she hadn’t leaned toward him, that the lunge that brought them together had been solely on his part. All she could truly recall was being enfolded in his powerful warmth. The lips that crushed hers were bruising and hard, and she matched his anger by meeting them in kind. She clutched his back as he wrapped her in arms of steel.
At what point the kiss changed character Katherine was never able to discern. But for some reason, it was no longer her aim to punish, but to please. She opened her mouth to his demanding tongue and, sensing her acquiescence, his plunder became sweet exploration. They sipped each other as if unable to quench a terrible thirst. Then their mouths fused together again.
“Yoo-hoo, Katherine. There’s the strangest-looking car outside. I got worried about you so thought I’d check—”
Happy Cooper’s immense proportions filled the doorway to Allison’s bedroom and she stood transfixed as she saw Jace standing with Katherine next to the crib.
At the sound of her voice they had sprung apart, stunned by what had happened between them. Katherine felt as if every ounce of blood in her body were concentrated in her earlobes and her body was radiating heat like a stove. Her breasts were having in an effort to fill oxygen-starved lungs.
“Katherine?” the landlady asked cautiously in a quivering voice. When neither Katherine nor the handsome stranger answered, she began backing up and then ludicrously made a mad dash for the telephone in the living room.
The sight of Happy’s bulk bouncing toward the telephone roused Katherine from her stupor. “Happy,” she called and rushed after her landlady. She put a restraining hand on her friend’s arm. “It… it’s okay. Nothing’s wrong. You just startled us, that’s all.”
“Well, you scared me to death!” Happy exclaimed. “I’m not used to seeing strange men in your house, Katherine.” She laughed and her chest and stomach shook. Her round face was wreathed in a genuine smile as she crossed to Jace and extended her hand. “I’m Happy Cooper, Katherine’s friend and landlady. How’s my angel doing?” she asked, indicating the sleeping Allison. “Isn’t she the dearest baby you’ve ever seen? I love her like my own.”
Jace shook the hand presented him and stared at Happy, overcome by her size and open friendliness.
“Katherine, introduce me to this beautiful man before I swoon. He looks like a movie star! Who is he?” Happy had never mastered prudence or tact. When she thought something, she said it.
Katherine groped for a plausible lie and stammered a near truth. “This… this is my… uh… brother-in-law. Yes. My late husband’s brother and Allison’s uncle.”
She looked at Jace over Happy’s gray coiffure and hoped that he had gotten the message. Would he give her away? She had loved the apartment on sight and wanted to rent it right away. Happy’s initial hesitancy to lease it to a single woman with a baby had made it expedient for Katherine to invent a husband who had been killed. Most people couldn’t deny anything to a young, helpless widow.
“What a pleasure, Mr. Adams,” Happy gushed. “I’m sure Katherine feels reassured to have one of her family visit her.”
“My name isn’t Adams, Mrs. Cooper. It’s Jason Manning. Jace.”
Happy’s cheerful countenance collapsed in bemusement. “Well, how is it that you and your brother have different names?”
Katherine held her breath and closed her eyes. Jace would expose her lie, and she would lose her most valued friend.
“He… he was only my half brother. We had different fathers,” Jace lied smoothly. Did deception always come so easily for him?
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