that?”
“So I can start her college fund.”
“I’m a banker, Jack. I’ve already started one. Before she was born, as a matter of fact.”
“Ahh, but by then college is going to cost twice as much.” His voice lowered and the deep tone coated her. “I helped make her, Melanie. I’m here to share the responsibility.”
She couldn’t protest that. It was for their baby, and she’d give up anything for her.
“So how about it?”
Melanie pressed her lips to her baby’s head, missing her so much lately, then looked at Jack. The idea of sitting in a restaurant wasn’t appealing.
“Come on.” His smile was low-down sexy, and with the tight jeans, tight shirt showing off all that muscle, he worked magic on her.
Melanie wondered if she could stick to her resolve, because being near Jack was a cross between denial of what she’d like and danger of getting her heart broken.
At her continued silence, he arched a brow. “Scared to be alone with me still, Melanie?”
Her defenses rang out like a chime. “Lead the way, sailor.” This was so she could spend time with Juliana. And if it wasn’t for Jack being here, she wouldn’t have had the chance, she reminded herself.
“Hmm, snappy attitude. I hear fear.”
She rolled her eyes. “Give it up, Jack.”
Not a chance, Jack thought and followed her out, his gaze dropping to her cute behind. He bit back a groan and the urge to drag her back inside the officeand learn what color lingerie she wore underneath that green power suit. The idea was quickly drenched when half the staff rushed over to see the baby.
A few looked curiously at Jack, but he kept mysteriously silent as Melanie showed off their daughter. He had no idea what she’d told these people and he wasn’t about to embarrass her, yet she inched closer to him and didn’t seem to mind his hand at the small of her back. After she told her secretary that she’d be out for the next couple of hours, Jack urged her to the door.
An older woman stopped them, cooing at the baby. “I just have to say that your family is gorgeous.”
“Thank you,” Melanie said, looking at the baby. Juliana bounced in her arms.
“She has her father’s eyes. You and your husband must be very proud.”
Melanie’s mouth opened to tell the woman he wasn’t her husband, then she clamped it shut.
Jack stepped in and said, “We are. Thank you.” He ushered Melanie out the door and to the car. Settling the baby in the car seat, they drove. Beside him, Melanie was quiet.
“Bothers you?” Jack asked. “What that woman said?”
“No, it’s a logical comment. Juliana does look like you.”
She was being evasive again, he thought. “Hair and eyes maybe, but she reminds me of you.”
“I whine for my supper, too?”
Jack laughed. “She’s stubborn, content with her surroundings and oblivious to what’s going on right before her eyes.”
Melanie looked down at her hands, flexing her fingers. “Then I’ll be a six-month-old and continue to explore other possibilities.”
“Liar. You’re not even considering them.”
“Jack, we’ve been over this.”
His fingers gripped the steering wheel. “I never thought I’d have to beg a woman to marry me, but just give me one good reason why you won’t.”
“I’ll give you more than one. You don’t have to marry me to be a father—this past week proved that to me if it didn’t to you. Marriage for the sake of giving a child her father’s name is not necessary.”
“It is if you’re that kid.”
She glanced at him, wondering about that stony look, then twisted in the seat to check on her daughter, who was happily chewing on a cracker and making a mess of Jack’s car.
“I need more reasons than that.”
“Jack, this isn’t a ‘Can you top this?’ discussion.”
“You made it that,” he snapped as he pulled up beside a park He didn’t say anything as he got out and went to the trunk. Melanie took her daughter from the car seat and just
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