A Camden's Baby Secret. Victoria Pade
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store that made Livi cringe inside, she picked up Greta from the local school.
The little girl was wearing the scarf Livi had given her the day before, and immediately asked her to tie it “better” because on the playground Jake Linman had pulled on it.
Livi obliged her as Greta launched into another outpouring of admiration for the ballet flats Livi was wearing today, the small leather cross-body purse she was using and the pin-tucked white blouse she had on over a pale blue tank top with navy blue slacks.
But Livi was only partially listening. Her mind was still on that pregnancy test and the results it might show when she took it.
“There you go,” she said when the scarf was retied.
“Dumb Jake Linman,” Greta grumbled. “He’s always bothering me.”
“Maybe he likes you. Sometimes that’s how boys show it,” Livi responded without much thought.
“That’s what my gramma says,” Greta said, as if she was hoping for something else from Livi. Then she added under her breath, “Doesn’t matter. Tomorrow is my last day.”
The last day for what? Livi wondered, before remembering that Greta was being made to move to Denver. That meant leaving her school, her friends, the town that was home to her.
And Livi had been thinking so much about her own problems that she hadn’t recognized Greta’s.
But that’s the reason I’m here! she chastised herself.
She genuinely liked this little girl now that she’d met her, and not only had GiGi assigned her this make-amends project, Livi honestly wanted to help.
So regardless of what was going on in her own life, when she was with Greta, it had to be all about the girl, she realized. She had to take her own problems out of the picture. Greta had to be the center of things.
Which was exactly what Livi did for the remainder of the afternoon as she bought her ice cream and then a pair of new shoes and a matching purse that Greta admired in a shop window.
Apparently new shoes and a new purse had the same effect on little girls as big ones, because by the end of the afternoon Greta was in better spirits, and Livi felt as if she’d done some good.
It was after five when she drove up the dirt lane to the Tellers’ house, passing a truck loaded with bales of hay going in the opposite direction.
She could see Callan in the barn behind the house and that was when her vow to focus only on Greta hit a snag. One look at him and Livi stopped hearing what her young charge was saying.
He was rearranging hay bales, pivoting back and forth, facing her, then facing away.
She wasn’t sure if Callan hadn’t noticed her arrival or if he was merely ignoring it, but he didn’t so much as look in her direction.
And that gave her the opportunity to watch him freely for a moment.
Like the day before, he was dressed in boots, jeans and a work shirt—this one plaid flannel. He looked every inch the cowboy, all rugged and strong. And watching him, she found it hard to think he was anything but a cowboy.
The weather was warm and he had the sleeves of his shirt rolled above his elbows, leaving a hint of biceps and impressive forearms bare to where suede gloves encased big hands. She could see the shift of muscles as he hoisted the bales. Muscles like nothing she’d ever seen in any other computer whiz.
Long legs braced the weight, with thick thighs testing the denim of his jeans. His shoulders were broad and straight and seemed more likely forged by backbreaking farm work than sitting behind a desk.
And that face that had so impressed her alter ego in Hawaii—clean-shaven that evening—was made only sexier with a scruff of day’s beard shadowing his sharp jawline, making him look just gritty enough to be a turn-on.
Not that she was turned on. Livi was clear about that.
But still, there was no looking at Callan, watching him do what he was doing, without appreciating the undeniable appeal of a fit man’s physique.
In a purely analytical way.
Until her traitorous brain zoomed somewhere else.
Back to Hawaii. To that night. She’d insisted on complete darkness, so she hadn’t really seen him naked.
Something she suddenly regretted...
She realized belatedly that she’d completely missed whatever it was that Greta was talking about. She tuned back in as the child unfastened her seat belt and opened the car door, saying, “Let’s go show Uncle Callan my new stuff!”
Oh.
Livi swallowed and got a grip on herself, coming totally into the present again.
What do I do now? she thought.
What was the protocol for two people in this situation? Was there a protocol?
Yesterday had been awkward, but there had been the Tellers and the nurse and Greta to serve as a buffer between her and Callan, plus so much going on that they’d both addressed only what was happening.
But now? If she followed Greta to the barn—as it seemed she should—then what?
Did they just go on acting like strangers?
Or did they, at some point, talk about Hawaii?
Did she tell him what a jerk she thought he was for ditching her in the middle of the night after sleeping with her?
Or was she supposed to act as if it hadn’t fazed her? As if it was par for the course—sleep together, go your separate ways, it happened all the time...
Was that what he thought of her? That she slept around so much that it wouldn’t be any big deal for a guy to slip out after the fact, without a word? That that was a common occurrence to her?
What an awful thought.
It made her want to shout that until him she’d slept with only one man in her life: Patrick. The man she’d loved and been devoted to. The man who had loved and been devoted to her. Her soul mate and the person she’d expected to spend her entire life with.
But if she did shout that she would just sound defensive, and Callan probably wouldn’t even believe it.
What did people do in a situation like this?
For the second time in two days Livi just wanted to hide or run the other way.
But by then Greta had reached the barn and alerted Callan to the fact that they were there, and he was looking straight at Livi across the distance.
She took a deep breath and decided that, at any rate, she wasn’t going to act as if she’d done something wrong.
Yes, she felt like she’d done something wrong—something terribly wrong—by sleeping with him, but in spite of that, people did hook up with someone they’d just met for one-night stands.
If anyone should be embarrassed, it should be him, for the way he’d treated her—slithering silently out like a snake.
If either of them needed to hang their head in shame, it was him!
So she got out of the car and followed Greta’s path to the barn.
She had barely exchanged hellos with Callan when the little girl announced that she was going to show her grandparents her new shoes and purse. Thinking of that as a reprieve, Livi turned to follow.
Until Callan said, “Can you hang back, Livi?”
And off went Greta. Leaving Livi alone with this man she’d never wanted to see again as long as she lived.
“I wanted to talk to you yesterday, but then I had to come out and load that truck. John Sr. won’t let me let anything slide...” Callan stopped short, as if to keep himself from saying more on that subject, and then