care that Keri was trained to give.
Aggie took Keri’s hand. “I wish with all my heart that Jake would walk through that front door right this second.”
“Me, too,” Keri said, her heart doing a little dance at the thought. She’d been fretting about his return for what seemed like years instead of months. She just wanted to get the conversation over with, so she would know how he felt and what they would do about it. Even her dreams weren’t immune to her tension, having become much more intense lately, more detailed.
“I know, angel. And I know how much you love him.” Choked up, Aggie squeezed her hand.
Keri looked at her lap. She couldn’t tell Aggie the truth. Jake needed to be the one to decide what he wanted his family to know, not Keri. Still, she felt guilty for keeping things from them. And also worried about him coming home and finding her pregnant. Her emotions were jumbled, changing daily, sometimes hourly.
“Joe’s got some empty boxes,” Aggie said after a moment. “He’ll take everything to Mama’s for you. A bunch of us will come along and help you put everything in place. You shouldn’t be moving heavy things now.”
“Thank you, Aggie. I don’t know what I’d do without you and your generous friends and family. You were so kind to host this shower for me.”
“It’s my grandbaby.” She may have eight children and sixteen grandchildren, but this yet-to-be-born child was her Jake’s child.
People started saying their goodbyes, the noise escalating, punctuated with laughter. Then Aggie opened the front door as the first few guests were leaving.
“Oh, my word!” She stood utterly still, before suddenly shaking herself, a huge smile spreading over her face. “Jake! You’ve come home. Jake!”
Keri couldn’t see him—too many people blocked her view—but her instincts took over. She stood, looking for a place to hide, panicked, the urge to avoid him stronger than the urge to see him. Five months ago she could’ve hidden her news until she’d told him. Now he could see for himself, without any softening of the blow first.
And in front of his family and friends.
The sea of people parted, putting her at one end of what felt like a dark tunnel, with Jake at the other end, his arms around his joyous mother, Donovan at his side. Donovan’s gaze fired straight at Keri. She ignored it to take in Jake’s appearance, her heart sinking. He’d lost weight. His hair hadn’t been cut in who knew how long. He looked as if he hadn’t slept for…well, months.
Tears pushed at her eyes and burned her throat. What happened to you?
He scanned the crowd. Everyone seemed to be holding their breath, waiting for him to spot Keri, but his gaze didn’t linger on her, giving her just a brief, blank stare before continuing on.
He wasn’t even going to acknowledge her? Or worse, he didn’t recognize her? Keri set her hands protectively on her belly, shielding her baby from the hurt she felt herself. She hadn’t realized how much it mattered that he accept her and their—
His gaze zoomed back to her and zeroed in, frozen.
“What’s going on here?” he asked his mother, who still had an arm around him.
“We’re having a baby shower. Aren’t you going to say hello to her?” she asked in little more than a whisper.
Keri managed a smile, knowing everyone expected her to run to him.
The problem was, she could barely manage to breathe, much less run.
“Well, go on, son,” Aggie said, grinning. “Kiss the woman you love.”
Jake’s blue eyes lasered Keri’s then lowered to her abdomen and back up again.
“Welcome home,” she said, her voice shaky, her whole body quivering.
“Yeah, go kiss her, Papa,” Dixie shouted. “She’s been waiting a long time for you.”
Keri could see it was all too much for him. Whatever he’d been doing had only been made worse by coming home to find he was about to become a father. He was thirty-seven, but he looked years older.
He started to speak, then spotted Nana Mae, who had made her way over to him. His eyes went soft. Tenderly, he gathered his grandmother close.
“I missed you,” she said, patting his back. “There’ll be plenty of time to catch up with the rest of us. You go ahead and greet your girl.”
He headed toward Keri. A smile came over his face. He picked up speed.
She trembled with relief. Everything was going to be okay. He was in shock, but he wasn’t rejecting her. Okay, good. Okay. Good. Breathe…
Then he was there, within touching distance. He curved his hands around her arms. “Look at you,” he said, as if he’d been waiting for her. Then he took her into his arms. She hugged him back—
“I’m going along with this only because of my grandmother,” he whispered in Keri’s ear then released her, keeping her hand in his as Aggie started shooing people out.
Stunned, Keri said nothing, couldn’t have mustered a word.
“Mom,” he said. “You don’t need to do that. We’ll just step into the kitchen for a minute.”
He led Keri away, a journey that seemed to take an hour, during which she plastered a smile on her face. When the door was shut and they were alone, he released her.
“We’re in love?” he asked.
“I—”
“And this—” he gestured toward her belly “—is mine?”
“Yes.”
“I’m supposed to just believe that?”
“You can do the math. If that doesn’t work for you, we can do DNA tests after it’s born. I don’t need proof, but I figure you do.”
“It? You don’t know the gender?”
“I decided not to find out. Where have you been, Jake? Why couldn’t you call home?”
His mouth hardened. His eyes lost their sheen. “In Venezuela. Nothing like a little kidnapping to stir things up, eh? And revenge. Only sometimes it’s not so sweet.”
Chapter Two
Jake turned away from Keri’s horror-filled eyes. He shoved his fingers through his hair and stared at the floor. All he wanted was some peace and quiet. To sleep in his own bed. To take a shower whenever he felt like it, for as long as he wanted. To eat something he could identify.
Instead he’d been blindsided with a pregnant Keri Overton, the woman who’d consumed his thoughts night and day for far too long. The woman he’d been locked up with—because she thought she knew better than he about how criminals operate.
And then
