the baby’s bigger now, so I feel it more.”
He handed her juice. “Here’s something to wash down your donut.”
“Thank you.” She motioned to the box. “Aren’t you going to have one, too?”
“Sure, but ladies first.”
“Wise choice.” She couldn’t help but smile as she bit into the jelly-filled treat. “Mmm, it’s so good.”
“You might not be able to have caffeine, but you’re definitely getting a sugar rush.”
Mia watched Jarrett finish off a glazed donut in record time. He looked good even with his finger-combed hair and wrinkled clothes. There were just some men who couldn’t look bad. He was one of them.
“I should let you rest.” He stood, but his gaze never left hers. “Is there anything you need me to do before I go?”
She hesitated to ask him anything else.
“Come on, Mia. What is it?”
“I can wait for Nola.”
“What for?”
“I need to take a shower, but the doctor said someone should be close by.” She waved her hand. “Don’t worry about it, Nola’s coming in a few hours.”
He swallowed. “How close by?”
“Just in the apartment. In case something happens there’ll be someone to help me.”
He stood there for what seemed like forever, and then he said, “Sure, what are friends for?”
Once Jarrett heard the shower go on, he took out his cell phone and began to check his messages. He had to get some things done today. One was to stop by the office for a few hours and check in with his agents.
Over the last couple of days, between the repairs here and keeping watch on one pregnant lady, he’d neglected his other business.
He was surprised at the next message. It was from Carrie Johnston. He smiled. The pretty blonde from Glenwood Springs he’d met at the real estate conference in Denver last summer had left him another suggestive message. She wanted to see him.
Jarrett should feel a little more excited. During their time together, the two had definitely set off sparks. So why wasn’t he more interested in her invitation?
When it came to women, he’d always loved having variety in his life. So why suddenly did it seem too much trouble to make the effort? Maybe thirty-seven was too old to keep playing games.
He thought about what Mia had said, You look it.
He wasn’t that old. Wasn’t he considered in his prime? Okay, so most men were married by now, like his younger brother. Trace had found Kira years ago. And it had been love at first sight.
Jarrett didn’t believe in that. He wasn’t sure he believed in love at all.
Suddenly the bathroom door opened and Mia stepped out. She was dressed in her black stretch pants and a soft-pink sweater. Her dark hair lay against her shoulders in waves. Those big blue eyes looked at him and it became difficult to breathe. Damn. What was wrong with him? This woman came with far too many complications.
“Well, since you’re finished, I’ll go.”
“Of course.” She sat down on the sofa. “I appreciate you helping me. Thank you, Jarrett.”
“Just do what the doctor told you and stay in bed. He pulled out his wallet and handed her his business card. “If you need anything.”
She nodded.
“I mean it. Don’t be stubborn about asking for help.” He found he wanted to be the one she called.
The snow had been coming down like a holiday greeting card, but by the next afternoon, Mia was getting cabin fever.
She had watched every television talk show and finished up her work on the computer, even cried over an old movie. Neighbors stopped by with offers of help. Even parishioners from her brother’s church had called her. She’d taken naps off and on for the past two days and she was still exhausted and totally bored. And no Jarrett.
“You know next week is Thanksgiving.” Nola’s voice broke through her reverie. “And we have a problem. The oven in the community room is broken.”
“You can use mine. It’s a little tricky on the temperature, but we could adjust it. It’s small though. Don’t we usually cook three or four turkeys?”
The older woman nodded. “Remember last year we fed those people from the mission? There were nearly fifty here.”
Mia thought back to last year. She’d had family then. Brad and Karen had just begun to research surrogacy as an alternative for a baby. And by Christmas, Mia had volunteered to carry her brother and his wife’s child. They all were so happy, and then in a flash she had lost them both.
Tears flooded Mia’s eyes and she quickly brushed them away. She looked at Nola. “I’m sorry.”
Her friend sat down beside her. “There’s no reason to be sorry, dear. We all miss Brad and Karen. They were wonderful people, but they left you a child. A child you get to love and raise as your own. What a special gift.”
“I do know. And I love this baby, but I’m scared. What if I can’t be a good mother?”
“I have no doubt you’ll be a wonderful mother. You know why? Because you’re a wonderful person and this little boy or girl will be blessed to have you.”
“Oh, Nola. I hope you’re right.”
“I am. You know what else? We’re all going to be around to help you.”
She cleared her throat. “I’m so glad because I’m going to need you.”
Nola patted her hand. “Well, count on me. Now that that is settled, where are we going to find a big enough oven to cook our Thanksgiving Day turkeys? The ones at the church are already being used, and ours barely work. Too bad Jarrett couldn’t replace the one in the community center.”
“I’m not going to do that,” a familiar voice said, “But I may have another solution.”
Jarrett hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but he’d wanted to check on Mia and had found the door partly open.
“I overheard. You’re having trouble finding working ovens.”
Nodding, Nola stood. “We always feed a large group on Thanksgiving. And this might be the last one that we’re all together.” Her eyes brightened with tears. “You said you might have a solution.”
“I have two large ovens at my house.”
Nola immediately smiled. “You do?”
Jarrett stole a glance at Mia. She didn’t look impressed by his offer. “Yes. When I built the
