Helen Myers - A Father's Promise

Not unaware that she could be making the mistake of a lifetime, she cast John a wary look. “I’d have some stipulations,” she began cautiously.

“Anything,” he replied without hesitation.

“Don’t be so eager—or confident. I doubt you’ll like what I’m about to say.”

“You’re looking at the new John Paladin,” he said, a determined glint in his eye. “Shoot.”

What she’d like to do was…No, she decided. This wasn’t the time or place.

She drew herself erect. “First of all I want to know what kind of physical arrangement you have in mind.”

“Physical. Well, I hadn’t really given it much thought.”

Just as she expected, she thought, barely able to restrain from indulging in a sigh of frustration. “I think it’s best we start from there. Now I don’t for a moment consider myself up-to-date on child-care techniques, but it seems like common sense that a baby should be protected from this kind of weather. And he shouldn’t be out at night. Or too early in the morning.”

“No, I guess not,” John replied, frowning slightly. “Only…what does that mean?”

“I’ll come to your place.”

His expression turned absolutely euphoric. “You’re—”

“Don’t bother trying to flatter me,” Dana said, determined not to be charmed. “I’m doing it for him, not you.”

“—considerate. I was going to say that’s very considerate of you.”

“It’s merely the most practical solution. But I’ll want the right to bring my work,” she added before he could get any more effusive. “You can’t ask me to abandon my clients just because you’ve gotten yourself into a fine mess.”

He shook his head emphatically. “Perfectly reasonable. I wouldn’t think of inconveniencing you more than necessary. And I’ll want to pay you for your time and efforts.”

She hadn’t thought about any of that, but it immediately rankled. “You’ll do no such thing.”

“Dana, I’m asking for a lot. Why do you think Celene ran?”

His craggy face had taken on an almost sweet perplexity that she had to stubbornly ignore. “I think the less we discuss your wife, the better,” she told him, her back rigid.

“Soon to be ex-wife.”

“Next,” she continued, firmly ignoring that comment as well, “under no circumstances will I stay overnight in your house. Which means if you fail to hire someone soon, and an emergency takes you out in the middle of the night to look after your cattle, you’ll have to look elsewhere for help.”

“Okay. Fair enough. Understood.”

She didn’t like his quick, smooth reply. “I mean it, Paladin. This is not an acquiescence in any way, shape or form.”

“A what?”

“Don’t play dumb with me. I haven’t forgiven you, so no intimate conversation or references to our past relationship.”

“You mean you’re now willing to acknowledge that we had a relationship?”

“And if,” Dana continued, annoyed that he’d locked onto that slip, “I discover that you aren’t seriously attempting to find qualified help for the baby, I’ll leave immediately.”

For a moment he remained still and silently stared at her. Dana had seen that look before—when he’d kissed her for the first time. She vowed that if he tried it now, she would cancel the deal entirely. She would have to out of her need for self-preservation.

But instead he slipped his hat on his head and bent to scoop up his son. “Sounds like a fair shake to me. You’ve got yourself a deal.”

“I do?” She’d thought he would balk at a few things just for the sake of principle.

“Absolutely. As far as I can see, we’re in complete agreement.”

“We are?”

“I’ve only one request. You probably won’t like it because it doesn’t really give you room to say no.”

“I don’t have any problem saying no to you when I want to, Paladin. Be assured of that.”

“Yeah, well…I only want you to know I’ll make it up to you. The thing is…I need you to come home with me. Now.”

“Why?” Dana asked, her voice barely audible.

“Because I need you to help me go through the house and list what I need to buy for the baby.”

John watched her wrestle with this newest request, grateful to be given the added time to look at her again. She had always been a unique combination of girl-next-door wholesomeness that had pulled at his heartstrings and secretiveness that had given her a far more mature, yet vulnerable quality.

Now as he watched her sweep back the chin-length page boy that matched her chestnut-and-gold eyes, he felt all those complex feelings resurface. Along with it came the yearnings he’d had to stamp down for longer than he cared to think about.

He wanted to smile as she lifted her strong, slightly rounded chin. He wanted to stroke away the tiny worry lines that formed over her classy nose. He wanted to soften those generous, unpainted lips she compressed into willful disapproval by covering them with his own. To coax to the surface the tentative, inexperienced side of her once again would be heaven. To win her trust and release the curiosity and desire he’d once seen flicker in her eyes would be a dream come true.

“Well? Is it a deal?” he forced himself to ask, his jacket a bit too warm for the room, his shirt too tight for his chest.

“You aren’t saying that you haven’t bought anything yet?” She ripped at a fingernail in a way he recognized all too well. As soon as she saw he noticed, she hastily thrust her hands behind her back. “Really, Paladin. You’ve had months to prepare for this!”

He knew that. He knew exactly how bad things sounded, and all he could do was offer a weary lift of one shoulder. “You didn’t know Celene. She had no interest. I kept hoping she would change the closer she came to term, so I kept putting it off. And I won’t deny that I got busy with some things, too.”

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