A Proposal for the Unwed Mother--Step into the Roaring Twenties by Lauri Robinson

Author:Lauri Robinson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2021-02-01T19:01:34+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Connor had been stunned a few days ago by the news that Mick was getting married, the very reason he’d returned to Rochester, but Jenny on his porch was even more unexpected than his brother falling in love. Seeing her had his heart flopping like a fish out of water.

“I—I need to speak with you, Connor,” she said.

His ears heard her, but his eyes were still taking in the sight of her. Whoa, but she was gorgeous. The pale shade of her orange dress gave her a golden glow, like an encompassing halo around an angel in a storybook.

She lifted a white-gloved hand and nervously touched the back of her head, where her hair was pinned up beneath an adorable, floppy white hat. “It shouldn’t take long.”

Catching his wits before the last one flew away, he pushed open the screen door. “Sure, yeah, that’s fine. Come in.”

“Alice Dillon gave me a ride,” she said, pointing to the car in his driveway. “She’ll be back in an hour to get me, if that’s all right.”

“Of course.” He waved at the doctor who shouted a hello, and then stepped onto the porch to stand in front of the open screen door. “Come in.”

She waved to Dr. Dillon and then walked past him. A subtle scent of flowers drifted in her wake, and he practically sniffed the air like a hound as he followed her inside. He’d gotten a whiff of flowers several times since the last time he’d seen her, and each time he’d been reminded of her.

Then again, everything reminded him of her.

“I’m sorry for disturbing you so early,” she said, not turning around to look at him.

He pulled the screen door closed and shut the house door. “I was upstairs, just got out of the bathtub.” Realizing he’d only taken time to pull on his pants when he’d heard the knock on the front door, he quickly added, “Let me go get dressed.” His manners kicked in as he turned to walk toward the stairway. He spun back around. “There’s coffee in the kitchen—can I get you a cup while you wait?”

“No, no, thank you, I’m fine.”

She sounded as nervous as he felt, which was odd. They’d argued, they’d laughed, but they’d never been nervous around each other before. Gesturing toward the scrolled-wood-and-tan-upholstered sofa, he said, “Make yourself at home. I’ll only be a moment.”

He shot up the steps, down the hall and into his bedroom, where he’d already laid out the suit he’d wear to Mick’s wedding. There he pulled on socks and an undershirt. It was enough to make himself presentable. If he took the time to put on more than that, she might be gone.

She wasn’t, but she was perched on the edge of his sofa like a cat sitting on a fence, ready to leap off and run at any moment.

He didn’t want that to happen. “Are you sure I can’t get you some coffee? I could make tea.”

“No, I’m fine, but thank you.” She fiddled with the handle of the white purse sitting upon her knees.

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