Oh, Baby! by Judy Baer

Author:Judy Baer [Judy Baer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Contemporary
ISBN: 9780373786190
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Amazon: B001A4E2VS
Barnesnoble: B001A4E2VS
Goodreads: 3030212
Publisher: Steeple Hill
Published: 2008-01-01T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

“Turn left here.” I was relieved to see my home ahead. Riding with Clay cranked my nerves even tighter than they’d been while I was inserting myself into the face-off between Ted’s and Marsha’s mothers.

The women had bickered in the hallway nonstop over who the baby would call Grandma and who would be referred to as Nana. Both ladies had had enough face-lifts to put their eyebrows in their hair-lines, and neither wanted the moniker Grandma quite yet—bad for one’s image on the tennis court or at the club, apparently.

How two sweet, unworldly kids like Ted and Marsha had sprung from the loins of these people is beyond me. Fortunately they had managed to ignore the claptrap around them and focus on giving birth.

“Here we are.” Clay pulled into my driveway. The streetlight revealed that, thanks to Hildy, there were large yellow patches of dead grass marking my lawn and that Geranium had rooted three holes in the flower bed. The place looked like it had been overrun with moles the size of small children. It was too dark to appreciate the riot of flowers in terra-cotta pots along the front porch or the swing with its newly upholstered seat.

Not that I was out to impress Reynolds, anyway, I reminded myself. He has certainly never tried to improve my concept of him.

“Don’t you leave a light on?” He frowned at the darkened house.

“The porch light is burned out. I meant to ask Tony or my brother Hugh to change it, but I forgot. I’ll do it myself tomorrow.”

He turned off the ignition. “Then I’ll walk you to your door.”

“That’s not necessary. I’m accustomed to—”

“I’m unaccustomed to leaving women on the street to find their own way home in the dark.” He left me no option but to be accompanied to my front door.

He took my elbow and with a firm touch marched me to the porch.

It’s nice to be treated like a lady. The irony is, of course, that while he’ll gallantly escort me to my door, he’ll also happily chew me up and spit me out at work. The man is a study in contradictions. What had made him such a conundrum?

I couldn’t dwell on it, because my house key had gone missing in the bottom of my purse. I pawed through it much like Hildy digs a hole to bury a bone, tissues and pens flying into the air. No key. I handed Clay my billfold, sunglasses, a notebook and pencil, lip gloss, powder, doggie treats and hair clips as I rummaged. Still nothing. Finally I dumped the rest of the contents onto the floor. Candy, paper-clips, breath mints and pennies scattered across the floorboards before I saw the key glimmer from beneath a coupon for dog food.

Even that wouldn’t have been so bad if there hadn’t been an escalating hullabaloo inside the house. Hildy never makes a fuss when I come home alone, but she knew that there was someone else on the front porch with me.

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