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  “His secretary called this morning to arrange for me to meet him for coffee after work tonight. What am I supposed to do if he just gives me a flat no on our proposal and won’t have anything to do with me?”

  “He wouldn’t need a whole cup of coffee to do that, he could have said that on the phone. Or had his secretary tell you. If he wants to have coffee, I think there’s hope.”

  But what exactly was her grandmother hoping for? Jani wondered.

  “I suppose,” she agreed. “Although he could just want a check from us and to never set eyes on me again—what then?”

  GiGi laughed. “Persuade him otherwise,” she suggested.

  Jani rolled her eyes. “Easy for you to say,” she muttered.

  But that was all she said on the subject. She had to get back to work and, since they were finished eating, she stood to clear the table.

  As she did she was thinking about that meeting with Gideon Thatcher tonight, and calculating if she could run by her house to change her clothes before going back to the office.

  Because when she’d gotten dressed this morning she hadn’t known she would end the day seeing him again.

  Now that she knew she would be, she was wishing she’d worn her better butt-hugging slacks.

  And the new blouse with the collar that stood high around the column of her neck but didn’t quite meet in front until the first button just barely above her cleavage.

  It wasn’t a work outfit—in fact she never wore anything to work that even hinted at cleavage.

  But when it came to Gideon Thatcher she thought she could use all the help she could get.

  Just for the cause.

  Anything to aid the cause.

  Not because she cared how she looked for him...

  Chapter Three

  Gideon Thatcher was late and Jani’s feet hurt.

  Not only had she gone home and changed her clothes after having lunch with her grandmother, she’d also changed her shoes. Three-inch heels with toes as pointy as arrows. Like the deep purple blouse with the slit of a plunging neckline, they weren’t work shoes. But they looked fabulous so she’d opted to suffer. And luckily the coffee shop Gideon Thatcher had chosen had its own parking lot, so there was no real hike from her car.

  Only he wasn’t there yet when she arrived—on time at six o’clock—so she was waiting for him at the entrance.

  On her feet.

  For the past twenty-five minutes.

  She was beginning to think he wasn’t coming and wondering what she was going to do if he didn’t when a jazzy little sports car pulled into the lot, parked next to her car on the passenger side, and out of it stepped the man himself.

  Was keeping her waiting a power play? Just another indication that he was going to be difficult?

  It didn’t matter. She could handle that. It was part of what she did for work.

  Handling the way he looked was something else, though. She couldn’t keep her eyes from being riveted to him as he headed for the coffee shop.

  He was wearing a dark gray suit that was clearly tailor-made for him, accentuating his broad shoulders, his narrow waist and hips, his long, powerful legs.

  There was no shadow of beard to mar his sexy, sculpted face. His charcoal-colored tie was still knotted tight against his dove-gray shirt collar. And if a power play was what he had in mind, he was definitely dressed for it because as he came into the coffee shop it was power that he exuded.

  But he surprised her by greeting her with an apology that bore not even a hint of arrogance or satisfaction.

  “I’m sorry I’m late. I had a meeting with a Lakeview city councilwoman and she was in no hurry to leave.”

  Maybe the councilwoman was just enjoying the view....

  Because Jani still was. In spite of herself.

  “No problem,” she said, appreciating that his tardiness hadn’t been on purpose. But she also noted that his overall attitude continued to be cool and aloof. And not at all friendly.

  “Coffees are on the latecomer,” he announced with no particular warmth, moving to the counter to order. “Or whatever you want...”

  Jani ordered a decaf latte. While Gideon ordered a plain black coffee for himself, she took off her knee-length wool coat and draped it over her arm.

  She looked up to find him watching her much the way she’d been watching him as he’d approached the coffee shop from his car.

  He averted his eyes the minute she caught him at it and fidgeted just the slightest bit.

  Jani did a quick check of her blouse buttons but they were all fastened; as far as she could tell, nothing was amiss, so she wasn’t sure what about the way she looked made him even slightly ill at ease.

  She just hoped she didn’t look as if she were trying too hard. Or worse yet, as though she were trying to seduce him with the blouse and the shoes. And her better butt-hugging slacks...

  Maybe she should put her coat back on. But she was afraid that would seem odd, so she decided she just had to weather whatever was going on with him.

  When their coffees were ready they took them to a bistro table in a corner where they sat across from each other. Jani laid her coat over the third, unused chair.

  “I was glad you called,” she began, opting for friendliness even if he wasn’t. “But I would have met you during business hours—I don’t want to keep you away from your wife and family...”

  Yes, she was fishing. There wasn’t a wedding ring but that didn’t necessarily mean he wasn’t married. Or didn’t have kids. And wasn’t that the underlying reason she was doing any of this—to get to know the man? It wasn’t that she was curious herself....

  “I’m divorced,” he said curtly, giving her no more information than that. “But I suppose you didn’t like leaving your husband home alone.”

  Was he fishing, too? After all, the lack of a ring on a woman’s finger was a dead giveaway, wasn’t it? Or had he just not noticed?

  She held up her left hand, showing him the back of it. “I’m not married,” she said.

  But then she recalled spilling the contents of her purse the evening before.

  Of course he would assume that a book about getting pregnant would mean there was a husband in the picture.

  “Oh, because of the book,” she said when light dawned on her. “No, no husband. Not even a fiancé or a boyfriend currently. I’m just not letting that stop me from having a baby.”

  No, no, no, she hadn’t really said that, had she? Unfiltered thoughts right out of her mouth—always a mistake!

  Not that she was hiding her plan to have a baby on her own. She’d vowed that if she were going to do it, it would be without making excuses or being ashamed of it. She was going to do it proudly and joyously. The way having a baby should be.

  But she was talking to Gideon Thatcher. He was a stranger and a man who didn’t like the Camdens on principle. This was not a situation where it was appropriate to talk about her baby plan.

  Not that Gideon Thatcher said anything to encourage her to share more information. He was staring into his coffee cup without making any comment at all.

  Then he changed the subject. “I’ve thought about the Camdens wanting to do something for Lakeview in my great-grandfather’s name.”

  All business. Good, Jani thought, tasting her own latte and merely raising her eyebrows at him in question rather than trusting herself to say something else she shouldn’t.

  “I’ve been thinking for a while about a community center there,” he continued. “Something that offers recreation, low-cost day care and preschool, and adult education to help retrain people who might want to escape working in the Camden factories and warehouses, or develop more skills to help them move up the ladder within your organization. But it isn’t in the budget, and I haven’t b
een able to come up with the extra funding.”

  “The Franklin Thatcher Community Center,” Jani suggested.

  “I have a building in mind that would meet the requirements, but it’s been out of use for over a dozen years and needs some serious repair, remodeling and even some reconstruction. Not to mention landscaping to create sports fields and a playground to serve the day care and preschool. Plus there’s staffing, operating costs—”

  “But it sounds like something that would really benefit Lakeview and be nice to have your great-grandfather’s name on,” Jani observed.

  “It isn’t just a simple park,” he pointed out with a challenging arch to one of his own eyebrows.

  “No, but it seems worthwhile. Something good to give back to the community.” And something that was definitely going to cost...

  He relaxed slightly more in his chair and seemed to reach unconsciously for his tie, loosening it, unbuttoning the collar button that had come out from hiding behind it.

  Then he stretched his neck a little. His head swayed to the right, then to the left, his chin jutted forward, and for some reason Jani saw it all in slow motion.

  She savored every nuance, finding every detail somehow enticing. And suddenly she felt fidgety herself.

  Was that why he’d been fidgeting when she’d taken off her coat? Was it possible that he’d liked what he’d seen? That he’d felt enticed by it?

  Probably not, she told herself, knowing that she shouldn’t entertain such thoughts. Not with this man and not at this juncture in her life.

  And yet if the way he looked and the simplest of gestures could entice her, it helped to think that she might be able to entice him a little, too. Anything that gave an inkling that he didn’t have complete contempt for her was a plus. It helped her feel as if they were on more equal territory. And she’d take whatever crumbs she could get.

  “So, if it’s worthwhile, are the Camdens willing to foot the bill?” he asked, repeating her term with a tinge of insolence. “Including staff salaries and operating expenses until the center becomes self-supporting?” There was a challenge in his tone, as well.

  Jani pretended to consider what he was asking even though her instructions were to do whatever he wanted. He was asking a lot, after all. She looked into her own coffee cup. Letting silence reign for a moment, she took another drink of her latte.

  Then she said, “Of course I’ll have to run the actual numbers by my family, but I think a community center is a great idea and I think they all will, too.”

  “In my great-grandfather’s name? Without strings attached, the Camdens won’t profit from it now or at any time in the future—in fact it could be instrumental in costing them warehouse and factory workers. And the donation will be absolutely anonymous, there won’t be a single drop of credit to your family....”

  His terms and more challenge.

  “Agreed,” Jani said simply.

  “It’s going to cost a hell of a lot more than a park,” he warned unnecessarily.

  “The money isn’t the point,” Jani said sincerely. “We just want to do something for the community that honors your great-grandfather.”

  Gideon Thatcher took a turn at letting silence reign, studying her.

  Then he said, “That’s some kind of big guilt you people are showing.”

  Jani met him eye to eye. “I know you believe the worst, but there is another side to this that I might tell you when you’re ready to hear it.”

  “Is that so?”

  “It is,” she said, holding her ground calmly, quietly, but with conviction.

  His great green eyes stayed steady on her for a long moment. While Jani knew he was once again gauging her motives and whether there was some hidden trap or conspiracy in this, she also had the sense that he was looking beyond the fact that she was a Camden and sizing her up as her own person.

  His expression didn’t reveal the conclusion he came to, though.

  “I suppose we should start with you taking a look at the building and getting an idea of what you’re signing on for.”

  Was she imagining it or was there a microscopically small reduction in the hostility in his tone?

  She was probably just imagining it because she wanted it to be the case.

  “Just tell me where and when,” she said.

  “So eager...” he muttered, still watching her and again seeming suspicious.

  “Actually, I’m just trying to be cooperative,” she corrected.

  He didn’t remark on that. He merely went on watching her as if to say that he’d be the judge. But Jani thought that actions spoke louder than words, and he wouldn’t be able to find fault with her actions because she was on the up-and-up.

  Then, out of the blue, he said, “So you’re not married....”

  “Nope, never have been.”

  “But you’re not letting the lack of a husband—or even a fiancé or a boyfriend—stop you from having a family?”

  “Not anymore.”

  “That’s a bold move.”

  Oh yeah, he was sizing her up.

  She shrugged. “Sometimes it feels that way,” she admitted. “But I just started the process. I’ve only had my first visit to the doctor, and I’m taking it one step at a time.” Which was what she told herself whenever the prospect of artificial insemination, pregnancy, delivery and raising a child alone seemed daunting.

  One step at a time. Take it one step at a time and you can handle it....

  It was actually the advice GiGi had given all ten of her grandchildren whenever they’d thought anything was insurmountable, and it had always served Jani well.

  “I suppose you are a Camden—you don’t need financial help,” Gideon said. “But still... Will there even be a father in the picture?” He suddenly sat up straighter and leaned farther back in his chair, held up his hands, palms out, and added, “None of my business. I’m out of line.”

  “No, it’s okay,” Jani said, thinking that if she needed him to eventually open up to her, it might aid the cause for her to be open with him first. “There won’t be a father in the picture. There will only be me. And a baby!” she said enthusiastically.

  He was looking even more intently at her, with the shadow of a frown putting a small crease between his eyebrows. “Do you think that a father in a kid’s life is just inconsequential?” he asked as if it were an issue to him.

  “No! Not at all,” Jani said. “I loved my own dad dearly—I was an awful daddy’s girl. And regardless of how you think of H.J., I loved him, too—he was an important man in my life. So was a man named Louie, who was sort of a substitute father when I needed him to be. This is just...” She wanted to foster a sense of openness with Gideon but she wasn’t willing to be too open or go into too many details, either.

  “...this is just what I’ve decided to do. A baby is something I’ve wanted forever and I’m not going to wait any longer to have one. Kids grow up in all sorts of different situations now—lots and lots of them in one-parent homes. If...” no, she wasn’t going to have defeatist thoughts “...when I get pregnant, I’ll just love my baby enough for it to feel like it has two parents.”

  The crease between Gideon’s eyes deepened. It reminded Jani of the way Gigi responded to this subject.

  “I know not everyone approves—my grandmother wishes I wouldn’t do it,” she said. “But things don’t always work out the way we—or anyone else—wish they would.”

  “True...”

  “So sometimes you just have to do what you have to do to get what you want.”

  “H. J. Camden’s philosophy?” Gideon said with challenge in his tone again.

  I walked into that one, didn’t I?

  “Family was important to my great-grandfather,” she said, purposely misinterpreting Gideon’s words a
nd ignoring what he’d actually meant. “And having a family is really, really important to me, too. That’s why I’m not going to wait or leave it to chance anymore.”

  “I can’t say that leaving things to chance has worked out for me,” he said. Then he shrugged. “Well, good luck with that, I guess.”

  “Thank you,” she answered as if his wishes had been more heartfelt.

  He asked if she wanted a second latte but when Jani declined he said, “I should probably get going. I have paperwork to do yet tonight.”

  Why did it sound as if he might be reluctant to end this? Jani wondered. It certainly didn’t seem as if he were having a good time with her.

  Maybe he just wanted to put off working more tonight.

  He stood up and took their empty cups to throw in the trash, leaving Jani with confirmation that he did, indeed, have manners.

  And an incredibly good rear end that came into view when he bent over to pick up a package of napkins one of the teenage employees dropped when he walked by carrying more of them than he could balance.

  But admiring Gideon Thatcher’s derriere was totally uncalled for and when Jani realized that was what she was doing, she stood, too, and began to put on her coat.

  Her gaze remained on Gideon, though, even after he was standing straight and tall again. As she admired the drape of his suit coat from those expansive shoulders to his narrow waist and hips, she somehow kept missing the opening of her second coat sleeve.

  She was still fumbling with it as he got back to the table and he gave her an assist, holding her coat up to make the armhole more accessible.

  “Thanks,” she said for the second time, ultra-aware of his arm stretched across her back.

  It wasn’t as if he were putting his arm around her, she told herself.

  It just sort of felt that way.

  And sent a little tingle through her that she had no control over. That was silly. And uncalled for.

  And still somehow made her feel all warm inside...

  Which was just plain crazy.

  Then he took his arm away and it was even crazier that she was sorry it was gone.