Her throat closed up, and she was forced to swallow the lump. Three radiant, blissful brides would say their vows under the Leadership, Justice and Peace plaque, something that would never happen for Jenny. True love was obviously not in the cards for her. Fate had single motherhood in mind instead.
Blinking the moisture from her eyes, she determinedly lifted the telephone handset, pressing the button for voice mail. She entered the password and heard the computer-generated voice inform her there were two new messages.
The first one was from Emily, short and to the point, obviously worried and telling her to call back just as soon as possible. The second was from a member. Thankfully, it was for general information, and it could wait a few hours. Then she punched in Mitch’s number and his pass-code, learning there was another message on his account.
She tapped her pen on the pad of message paper as a hearty male voice spoke. “It was great to get your message yesterday,” it said. “I know you didn’t ask me to call, but I didn’t want to waste any time in offering my thanks and my congratulations. The entire D.C. office is looking forward to working with you, Mitch. As I said in the interview, we’re flexible on timing. But I will courier over the employment documents in the next few days. As I’m sure you can appreciate, working this close to the White House staff, there’s a fairly rigorous security procedure, and we should get that started. Call me when you get back to Royal. If I’m not in the office, Melanie will give you my private line. It was really great to meet you. We’ll talk soon.”
There was a click, and the line went silent. Jenny sat frozen, the phone still at her ear while the computerized voice listed the voice mail options.
“End of new messages,” the computer voice said.
Jenny couldn’t believe it. Mitch had gone to a job interview? He’d rushed out of town yesterday to find himself a new job?
She gave a slightly hysterical laugh. So much for going steady. He was obviously leaving Royal. And he was definitely leaving her.
Any small, lingering hope that she might have had for their future evaporated in the blink of an eye.
“Press star to disconnect,” instructed the computerized voice.
Jenny’s stomach rolled. Her gaze flew back to the clock on the wall. Mitch was probably on his way home right now. If he didn’t make it to the office this afternoon, he’d definitely be here tomorrow morning.
What was she going to do? How was she going to face him? How could she possibly even hope to pretend everything was normal?
What if she had morning sickness tomorrow? Worse, what if she was sick every morning for the rest of the week, or the rest of the month? She’d never keep the pregnancy a secret.
She came shakily to her feet just as Emily burst through the door.
“Why aren’t you answering?” Emily demanded, swinging the door shut and barreling forward. Then she halted midstride.
“Oh, no.” Her hands reached out, and she came forward again, rounding the desk and pulling Jenny firmly into her arms. “You are, aren’t you?”
Jenny nodded, twin tears leaking out. “The test this morning was positive.”
“Oh, honey.” Emily smoothed her hands down Jenny’s back. “Why did you leave without me? Never mind. It doesn’t matter. It’s going to be okay. I promise you, it’s going to be okay.”
But it wasn’t going to be okay. It was going to be very, very far from okay for a very long time.
“I have to get out of here,” said Jenny, her voice shaking.
“Of course you do.” Emily drew back to look at her. “We’ll go to Cole’s house. Or are you hungry? Should we go to the diner?”
Jenny’s stomach lurched at the thought of greasy fries and heavy milkshakes.
“Uh-oh,” Emily repeated. “Is it bad?”
“Pretty bad. But, oh.” Jenny closed her eyes and waited for the nausea to pass. “I really have to get out of here. Not just out of the office. Out of Royal altogether. I have to leave before Mitch gets back.”
Emily nodded. “You’re worried about how to tell him. I understand.”
“I’m not
“Well, no,” Emily said gently. “It doesn’t even have to be today.”
Jenny grasped her friend’s upper arms. “Emily. Listen to me. Mitch told me a thousand different ways that he wasn’t in this for the long haul. He’s nowhere near ready to commit. He went to D.C. for a job interview. And he accepted a position. He’s leaving Royal. He’s leaving me.”
“But-”
“But, nothing. He doesn’t want me. He sure doesn’t want a baby. And I am not-I am
Emily’s eyes narrowed in confusion. “You can’t keep it a secret. He has friends in Royal. Cole will-”
“Not forever,” Jenny conceded, knowing she’d have to eventually tell Mitch he was a father. “But I can keep it a secret for now.” At least, she could if she wasn’t around him. If she could figure out how to get away, a plausible excuse to get out of Royal until Mitch left permanently for D.C.
She braced her hand on the edge of the desk. “I need a plan. A good excuse to leave. Then he’ll come back, resign from TCC, leave for his new job in D.C., and then I’ll decide what to do and when to do it.”
Emily bit her bottom lip. “I don’t know, Jenny.”
“It’s the only way.” Her throat closed over again, and her voice broke. “I can’t trap him. I
Emily wrapped a firm arm around Jenny’s shoulders. “Then I’ll help you. Of course I’ll help you. You can go up to the cottage at Lake Angel, for a week, or two, or three. As long as you need. Tell Mitch it was an emergency. Leave him a message.”
Jenny was nodding. “I could do that. I could tell him someone is sick.” Her hand went to her stomach. “I’m definitely sick. And I can say I’m at a friend’s house. I’ll be at yours. It’s not even a lie.”
Emily gave a sad smile. “It’s not even a lie.”
Jenny sniffed, sitting down. “Are you sure your folks won’t mind?”
“Not a bit. They won’t be at the lake for months. The cottage is the perfect place for you to regroup.”
Jenny turned her chair and started to type. She could barely make her fingers form the words that would take her away from Mitch forever. She was suddenly bone tired. She wanted to crawl into bed and sleep for a month. She didn’t want to face Mitch or anyone else.
As Mitch powered his Corvette away from the small airport on the outskirts of Royal, his hand strayed from the gearshift to pat the small square package tucked away in his suit jacket pocket, while his mind settled comfortably into thoughts of Jenny. If someone had told him forty-eight hours ago that he’d be buying an engagement ring, he’d have told them they were out of their mind.
But things changed, people learned. They learned things about themselves, and they figured out things about others that had been staring them in the face for months. What Mitch had learned was that he wanted Jenny, now and forever. He loved her. And he wasn’t about to let one more day go by without telling her so.
He swung off the interstate and took the three corners to River Road. He’d driven this route a thousand times, knew every curve, every bump, every blind spot. But he’d never driven it faster, never wished it were shorter. And by the time he pulled into the TCC parking lot, he was having a very stern talk with himself to calm down and curb his enthusiasm.
He couldn’t tell Jenny he loved her next to the coffeemaker. And he sure couldn’t propose to her at the office. He pushed the shifter into First, set the park brake and turned off the key.
He had to take her out on a date tonight, somewhere exotic and wildly romantic. Maybe they’d go to the beach again. There had to be dozens of fine restaurants overlooking Galveston Bay. He wanted something with candlelight and white linen, a private little alcove where he could say all the things he needed to say.
He took the TCC stairs two at a time, striding through the front foyer, heading directly to the second floor, down the short hallway and into the outer office.
“Jenny?” he breathed, before he realized she wasn’t there.
He quickly moved to his own office, entering through the open door, expecting to see her inside, straightening his papers, watering his plants, putting his mail into those neat little piles, like she did every day.
