explanation.
“So you see,” Sarah finished, “Mr. Morgan isn’t Daddy, but his older brother. And that’s why he looks like Daddy.”
“I thought Daddy had come down from Heaven,” Emma said sadly.
“Da-da,” pronounced Jamie firmly, “is back.”
Sarah sighed. She believed that Emma now understood the situation; Jamie, obviously, did not.
“He’s your uncle, Jamie. And I don’t want to hear one more word about it.” She got up and set him on his booster seat. “After we have lunch, Emma, I’m going to put Jamie down for a nap. You, too—”
“I don’t want a nap!” Emma protested.
“Yesterday was a long day,” Sarah said. “And you were up till after midnight. No arguments.”
She needed to talk to Jedidiah Morgan. Needed to set him straight about a few things. And she didn’t want the children around when she did.
The man had a nerve, she reflected tautly as she opened a can of tomato soup; to kiss her like that, thinking it would sweeten her up.
She paused, the can momentarily forgotten as her mind flicked back. It had been so unexpected—the last thing in the world she’d thought he had in mind when she joined him at the foot of the stairs. Certainly she hadn’t been thinking about kissing. She’d been thinking how shattered he looked; how exhausted.
Huh!
Lips compressed, she poured the soup into a pan. Not so exhausted that he couldn’t stir up the energy to grab her and give her a bone-melting kiss—
Bone-melting?
A hot blush rose to her cheeks. She’d purposely avoided thinking about that kiss and the effect it had had on her. His lips had been sensual and smooth, his scent musky and male. For a mind-stopping moment she’d been tempted to succumb to his advances. Lord only knew how she’d managed to resist.
But thank heaven she had.
Jedidiah Morgan was, she realized, just like his brother—he could turn on the con man’s charm when it suited him. But she wasn’t about to fall for the Morgan charm again. Not now. Not ever.
She put the pan on the burner and switched the burner on. She’d take him some lunch as soon as she’d fed the children. And once he’d eaten, she’d let him know that if he wanted her to stay and look after him for a few days, first they had to establish some ground rules.
“Mom.” Emma paused with her soup spoon halfway to her mouth. “I think I hear a dog outside.”
“A doggie?” Jamie’s eyes gleamed.
As Jamie spoke, Sarah heard a sharp yelp, followed by a scrabbling sound against the back door.
She sighed. “That’ll be Max—your uncle’s dog.” She’d forgotten all about the black Lab—but she certainly hadn’t forgotten its aggressive reaction to her when they’d met.
“I didn’t know Uncle Jed had a dog. Can I let him in?” Emma asked eagerly.
“Hang on,” Sarah said. “He didn’t take to me when I met him so I must see if I can make friends with him first.”
She opened cupboards, looking for dog food, and under the sink found a red bowl and a bag of dry dog food. After tipping a generous measure into the bowl, she carried the dish to the door.
Then taking a deep breath, she opened the door.
Max started to growl when he saw her, but she said, “Good dog!” in a confident, reassuring tone and held out the bowl.
He immediately ignored her and dove right at the food, almost knocking the bowl from her hand. She stepped back and he followed, his tail wagging like mad, his nose foraging in the bowl.
There, she thought with a chuckle, that wasn’t so hard. Setting the dish on the floor, she leaned back against the counter and glanced at the children.
“What do you think?” she asked. “Isn’t he beautiful?”
“Ooh, he’s cool!” Emma said.
Jamie, who was crazy about dogs, stared at Max in wide-eyed wonder. “Can we pet him?” he asked breathlessly.
“Not while he’s eating,” Sarah said. “Let’s leave him just now, and after your nap we’ll see if he wants to play.”
While searching for blankets the night before, Sarah had found there were five bedrooms upstairs. One was the master bedroom. The room next to it was apparently a guest room. The two across the way were unfurnished. And the fifth, at the end of the corridor, was a large room, decorated in yellow and furnished with twin beds.
It was to this room that she led Jamie and Emma when they went up for their nap. After tucking them in, she drew the curtains and made her way back along the corridor.
She paused at the master bedroom and tapped on the door. There was no response. Opening the door, she peeked in, intending to ask Jedidiah if he was ready for lunch.
He lay sprawled on the bed, out like a light.
And he’d probably remain that way for several hours, she reflected as she closed the door. And despite her distaste for his despicable attitude toward her, she felt a wave of compassion for him. He had, after all, undergone quite an ordeal. Sleep would do him good.
Jedidiah woke slowly.
To darkness.
And the sound of someone breathing.
Someone very close to him.
So close he could feel a warm breath fanning his cheek.
“Da-da?”
He turned his head. As his eyes adjusted, he saw Jamie standing by the bed, his small hands clutching the duvet.
“Hey, kid,” Jedidiah whispered. “How’s it going?”
“I’s lost.”
“Lost, huh?”
“Up!” The child stretched out his arms.
Jedidiah pulled him on board, and a second later the pajamaed figure was cuddled up beside him under the duvet. And in less than a minute, Jamie had drifted off to sleep.
Jedidiah peered at his watch. Almost nine.
Night or morning?
There was only one way to find out.
Easing himself carefully across the bed, he sat up, swung his legs over the edge of the mattress…
And winced.
A wild party had started up inside his head. The stereo beat throbbed against his temple with the insistency of a tom-tom calling a savage tribe to war.
