Susan Mallery - The Million-Dollar Catch

“More weird than you know.” Julie faced her and stared into blue eyes that were so much like her own. “I slept with him.”

Willow surprised her by nodding slowly. “I kind of figured that.”

“What? How? I didn’t say anything.” Julie had always thought she was good at keeping secrets. “I didn’t even hint.”

“You didn’t have to. You were more upset than you needed to be and that’s more my flaw or even Marina’s. Not yours. So I figured there had to be a reason. Sleeping with Ryan was the most logical.”

Julie sighed. Her sisters knew her and she knew them. That was at the core of their closeness. “I’d been looking forward to your shock and outrage.”

“I could get huffy now, if that would help.”

“I appreciate that, but I’m okay. Still, there’s one more thing.” She motioned to the baby store.

This time she got the reaction she’d been expecting before. Willow turned slowly, then froze in place. Her eyes widened, her mouth dropped open and she gave a strangled sound.

“You’re pregnant,” she breathed. “Oh no. Pregnant? Really? By Ryan?”

“Uh-huh. It was a busy night.” Julie went for humor because if she actually sat down and thought about the mess she was in, she got overwhelmed.

“Pregnant.” Willow reached for her hand. “What do you think? Are you happy?”

Julie smiled. “Yeah, I really am. I never thought much about kids except as something to get to later, but the second I found out, I knew I wanted this baby.”

“Have you told Ryan?”

“Yesterday.”

“What did he say?”

“Not much of anything. He looked a little shell-shocked, then said we needed to talk. We exchanged business cards.”

Willow frowned. “That’s it? Shouldn’t there have been more?”

“I don’t know.” Julie felt unsettled about her conversation with him, but she couldn’t figure out why. “He wasn’t expecting to see me again, so under the circumstances he did okay. The baby threw him, but then it threw me, too. We’ll deal with things when we have to. I offered to let him sign away his responsibilities, but he refused.”

She hadn’t really expected him to accept, which was strange. Wouldn’t a man who felt comfortable lying to a woman he’d never met about whom he was and then sleeping with her seem the perfect candidate for baby abandonment?

“So you’re in this together,” Willow said.

“Sort of. Until there’s an actual baby, I don’t plan to hang out with him much.”

Willow squeezed her arm. “A baby. Are you excited?”

“Yes. I am. Scared, too, but mostly excited.”

“I get to be an aunt and buy presents and babysit.” Willow’s hold on her arm tightened. “Maybe it was supposed to happen this way. Maybe he’s your—”

Julie groaned. “Don’t say it, I beg you. Ryan is not my destiny.”

“But you never know.”

“I know. Now, come on. Let’s go look at baby furniture. We have a nursery to plan.”

“Your eleven o’clock is here,” Leah said as she poked her head into Julie’s office. “Cute guy.”

Julie smiled at her assistant—the one she shared with two other second-year associates. “Do you tell that sort of thing to Mark and James?”

“Mark, no,” Leah said cheerfully. “But there are rumors about James, so he might be interested if you’re not.”

“You’re bad.”

“Yes, I am. In every way possible.”

Leah was a fifty-something grandmother who was also a brilliant assistant. She’d been with the firm longer than most senior partners and refused to work for any of them, contending that the associates needed her more. She’d been invaluable to Julie on more than one occasion.

Julie glanced at her calendar and saw the next hour blocked simply by a “potential client” notation. No name, no stated reason for the appointment. Interesting. Leah usually filled in the details.

Julie picked up a legal pad, her pen and BlackBerry, then walked down the long corridor to the main foyer.

As she stepped onto the polished marble floor by the round reception desk, she came to a stop so quickly, her feet nearly slid out from under her.

Ryan Bennett stood talking to Ethan Jackson, a senior partner in the firm.

Her psyche neatly split in two with her body and her emotions sighing at the sight of Ryan and her brain wanting to spit fire.

He could not be her potential new client, she thought frantically. How on earth could she do business with the man who had lied about who he was, slept with her and was now the father of her unborn child? That wasn’t anyone’s life—that was a movie-of-the-week plot.

It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t right. If he thought he could weasel his way into her world with a big check to her law firm then he … Damn, then he was right.

His venture-capital company was big business and it was her job to help the firm’s bottom line. Second-year associates who wanted to make it to partner didn’t turn down millions of dollars in billing for personal reasons. Assuming that’s what he was here for.

She sucked in a deep breath, vowed she would ignore how good he looked in his suit and how much she remembered about his mouth on her body, stepped forward and smiled.

“Good morning, Ethan.”

Both men turned to her.

“Julie,” Ethan said as he nodded. “Good. You have a new client here. Ryan Bennett, meet Julie Nelson.”

“We’ve met,” Julie said, wanting to get everything out in the open. Well, everything except the fact that she’d slept with Ryan on their first and only date and was now pregnant. Talk about tacky.

“That’s right,” Ryan said easily. “We’re almost related. My great-aunt by marriage is Julie’s grandmother. Due to some family estrangements, we only met a few weeks ago.”

Ethan gave her an approving glance. She was sure her relationship with Ryan would be discussed at the next partner meeting and a little star would go next to her name.

“I’m here to talk about our business in China,” Ryan continued. “We have several companies looking to get ‘the China price’ on various items, along with some companies wanting to do manufacturing there. I’m hoping your expertise can make a difference.”

Ethan looked happier than Julie had ever seen him. “Then I’ll leave you two to get this going. Let me know how you progress, Julie.”

“Of course,” she said, holding in a sigh. If Ryan was serious about bringing that much business to the firm, they would be working very closely together. The thought of that closeness made her uncomfortable and far too aware of him.

“Let’s step into a conference room,” she said and led the way.

When the glass paneled door was carefully shut and she’d offered both coffee and bottled water, which he refused, she took a seat across from his.

“What’s this all about?” she asked, keeping her voice low, her expression controlled. This particular room had mostly glass walls. She’d chosen it deliberately, so that they would both be forced to keep things polite.

“I told you. When we had dinner, you mentioned you dealt with international concerns and that you speak Mandarin. It seemed like a good fit.”

“Are you setting me up?” she asked bluntly. “Do you plan to dangle all these billable hours in front of me and one of the partners, only to pull them back later? Whatever you may think, I didn’t get pregnant on purpose. If your plan is to get me fired, thinking then you’ll have an easier time manipulating me, you can forget it. I’m one of the best lawyers you’ll ever come up against and I won’t let you mess things up for me.”

He swore under his breath. “Is that what you think? That I’m doing this to set you up? That it’s a joke?”