The Baby Season by Alice Sharpe

Author:Alice Sharpe
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2013-10-14T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Roxanne felt nervous walking into Tangent’s only real grocery store, which happened to be kitty-corner to Jack’s clinic. He probably came into the store on a daily basis since it was so handy. His feet had no doubt helped wear down the beige linoleum.

She had avoided him that morning just as she wished to avoid him now. All she had to do was push Ginny around in the cart and find something she was capable of fixing for dinner. She wasn’t sure how she would stay out of Jack’s way once they were both back at the house, but at least they would have privacy for whatever did happen.

Like him asking her to leave?

If she had the night before to do over again, boy, would she do things differently. For starters, she should have nipped their conversation in the bud as soon as he agreed to let her stay for a few days. That’s all she wanted—the chance to find Dolly Aames. By allowing herself to get sidetracked into personal conversation and then those kisses, she very well might have jeopardized Jack’s willingness to help her.

This wouldn’t leave her dead in the water but it would make things awkward.

The memory of his lips touching hers came flooding back as she walked along an aisle lined with cereal boxes, crackers and cookies. She’d been kissed any number of times in her life but never with that intensity, never with that swelling desire that traveled from his heated mouth to hers and back again. Never, ever like Jack Wheeler kissed her, as though theirs was the first and last kiss in the world.

Someone had to use some common sense, right?

Someone had to acknowledge that being intimate was a bad idea.

Or was it?

She liked him. He must like her. She found him irresistible. He must find her the same. What was the harm in mutual attraction, at least from her vantage point?

Ginny made a fuss near the ice cream freezer, so Roxanne let her choose a juice bar. As she watched the little girl struggle with the cellophane wrapper, she understood what the dangers were: obligations. Hers to Grandma Nell. His to Sal. And most importantly—to Ginny.

The child had been excellent at the station. She’d brought along a pink-and-purple backpack full of toys and a lunch that Sal had prepared for her. For the most part, while Roxanne was on the air, Ginny had played with her stuffed bears and eaten watermelon cubes and peanut butter.

“Want help with that wrapper?” she asked.

Ginny shook her head.

“Does everyone at your house like chicken?” Roxanne asked the child as they stopped in front of the meat counter.

“I don’t know,” Ginny said, still busily trying to unwrap the frozen juice bar.

“Wait a second, you guys had chicken at your birthday party,” Roxanne said. Was it really only two days before? It seemed more like two months. However, more to the point, what would she do with a whole chicken? “What about hamburgers? Do you like hamburgers?”

“I like ice cream,” Ginny said, finally getting the plastic wrap open.

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