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old, two-storey monstrosity. Pub downstairs, accommodation upstairs. A huge veranda ran the entire length of the upstairs façade. An overhanging tin roof provided shade, while intricate iron lace work on the railing provided a touch of fancy to an otherwise very functional looking building.
By the time Coop and Lacey had emptied her stuff from his car, including her precious sewing machine, and dumped it in their room—number five—they were finally alone. He kicked the door shut after him, placing her two suitcases on the single bed, avoiding the double altogether.
The room was spacious. Along with the two beds there was an open kitchen area with a round table and four chairs. The middle of the room had been fashioned into a lounge area with use of a big three-seater couch that probably doubled as a pull-out bed and a coffee table facing the reasonably modern television hanging on the wall. A large bathroom opened out behind him.
It wasn’t five star but it was clean and well appointed. He’d stayed in worse places on his travels. It’d do for two weeks.
Lacey had taken her ponytail out and her dark hair hung in long loose waves around her face and shoulders as she stood in the kitchen, pouring hot water into two mugs. It was all glossy and shiny and he was constantly amazed at how it transformed her.
Goodbye Lacey the little sister.
Hello Tracey the woman.
He remembered how good it felt brushing his chest and shoulders and sliding through his fingers. How silky it had been as he’d twisted his hands in it when she’d gone down on him that first night. How it had smelled like flowers as he’d buried his face in it as he’d drifted off to sleep.
Her hair gave him a hard-on for Christ sakes.
For a crazy moment he even let himself think about living with her here in this room, her hair always down, her clothes always off.
He cleared his throat as much for his benefit as for hers. “Well now,” he said, raising an eyebrow as he shoved his hands on his hips. “This is all a bit of a mess, isn’t it?”
The throb in his jaw was a solid reminder of just how much. Had she really thought through the implications of having a baby with a man who had another family?
Her shoulders sagged as she raised her gaze to meet his. “I’m so sorry, Coop. I shouldn’t have just blurted that out, but they just made me so angry.”
Coop didn’t doubt it. Lacey was easily riled but she could definitely have handled the bombshell better. “Why on earth didn’t you tell me you were pregnant before we went in there?”
How on earth did she even let it happen in the first place? In this day and age of cheap and accessible contraception? But that was a question for later. And kind of moot anyway.
“I could have at least been prepared. I could have gone and seen Jeremy with you and we could have had all this stuff ironed out before coming here today. This whole thing could have been approached much differently. Much better .”
Lacey frowned. “Oh no. I don’t—”
“Oh come on, Lacey, you don’t think it could have been handled better?”
“Coop I—”
“It’s fine though,” he said. “I’m sure we can undo some of the damage. We just need a plan.”
Coop was big on plans. As a cop he’d been used to planning operations down to the last contingency. And, in his thriving car restoration business, a comprehensive plan of attack was needed for every vehicle.
She picked up the mugs and brought them over to where he stood. “Take a breath, Coop. I’m not pregnant.” She passed him his drink. “I lied.”
In retrospect Coop shouldn’t have been surprised. She had, after all, lied to him in a fairly significant way from the very beginning and had played fast and loose with the truth on and off over the time he’d known her. But somehow he still was.
Lying about her age paled into comparison to lying about being pregnant.
A surge of relief warred with the urge to strangle her and he counted off three
By the time Coop and Lacey had emptied her stuff from his car, including her precious sewing machine, and dumped it in their room—number five—they were finally alone. He kicked the door shut after him, placing her two suitcases on the single bed, avoiding the double altogether.
The room was spacious. Along with the two beds there was an open kitchen area with a round table and four chairs. The middle of the room had been fashioned into a lounge area with use of a big three-seater couch that probably doubled as a pull-out bed and a coffee table facing the reasonably modern television hanging on the wall. A large bathroom opened out behind him.
It wasn’t five star but it was clean and well appointed. He’d stayed in worse places on his travels. It’d do for two weeks.
Lacey had taken her ponytail out and her dark hair hung in long loose waves around her face and shoulders as she stood in the kitchen, pouring hot water into two mugs. It was all glossy and shiny and he was constantly amazed at how it transformed her.
Goodbye Lacey the little sister.
Hello Tracey the woman.
He remembered how good it felt brushing his chest and shoulders and sliding through his fingers. How silky it had been as he’d twisted his hands in it when she’d gone down on him that first night. How it had smelled like flowers as he’d buried his face in it as he’d drifted off to sleep.
Her hair gave him a hard-on for Christ sakes.
For a crazy moment he even let himself think about living with her here in this room, her hair always down, her clothes always off.
He cleared his throat as much for his benefit as for hers. “Well now,” he said, raising an eyebrow as he shoved his hands on his hips. “This is all a bit of a mess, isn’t it?”
The throb in his jaw was a solid reminder of just how much. Had she really thought through the implications of having a baby with a man who had another family?
Her shoulders sagged as she raised her gaze to meet his. “I’m so sorry, Coop. I shouldn’t have just blurted that out, but they just made me so angry.”
Coop didn’t doubt it. Lacey was easily riled but she could definitely have handled the bombshell better. “Why on earth didn’t you tell me you were pregnant before we went in there?”
How on earth did she even let it happen in the first place? In this day and age of cheap and accessible contraception? But that was a question for later. And kind of moot anyway.
“I could have at least been prepared. I could have gone and seen Jeremy with you and we could have had all this stuff ironed out before coming here today. This whole thing could have been approached much differently. Much better .”
Lacey frowned. “Oh no. I don’t—”
“Oh come on, Lacey, you don’t think it could have been handled better?”
“Coop I—”
“It’s fine though,” he said. “I’m sure we can undo some of the damage. We just need a plan.”
Coop was big on plans. As a cop he’d been used to planning operations down to the last contingency. And, in his thriving car restoration business, a comprehensive plan of attack was needed for every vehicle.
She picked up the mugs and brought them over to where he stood. “Take a breath, Coop. I’m not pregnant.” She passed him his drink. “I lied.”
In retrospect Coop shouldn’t have been surprised. She had, after all, lied to him in a fairly significant way from the very beginning and had played fast and loose with the truth on and off over the time he’d known her. But somehow he still was.
Lying about her age paled into comparison to lying about being pregnant.
A surge of relief warred with the urge to strangle her and he counted off three
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