obvious assumption would be that they were a couple and he the most likely candidate for the father. But after what he’d told Lexi in her office the other day, she knew that wasn’t going to happen.
He wanted to take her aside and tell her it wasn’t as bad as he’d made it out to be. Dana was special. More than that. He liked being with her. He liked her. And that didn’t happen often enough in his world. But love and babies? It wasn’t a place he’d ever planned to go. He’d always assumed he would have a marriage of convenience. One that was more business deal than romantic match. Lexi’s claim that he was falling for Dana had thrown him. More than that, it had terrified him and he wasn’t a man who easily admitted to fear.
Love. No. He knew what love did. He’d seen what it did to his mother. The only reason she’d stopped loving Jed Titan was because a surgeon had physically cut out that part of her brain. Otherwise, she would still be missing him. Not that she’d ever talked about it or admitted her feelings. When he’d encouraged her to go out and find someone, she’d always said she’d fallen in love once and that was plenty. Her heart could only belong to one man. The same man who hadn’t bothered to help when she’d needed him most.
He wasn’t willing to go there. Wasn’t willing to risk that much. The price of love was too high.
He watched Dana laughing with Izzy. He wanted her and needed her, but love? It was impossible.
JED SAT IN THE FRONT seat of his car, drinking whiskey. The noon sun was bright in the big Texas sky. It was a perfect late-fall day-crisp and clear. Around him the storefronts in Titanville had been dressed for Christmas. Lights and garland circled every window and door. Bells rang and carols played in the town square. It was a little piece of paradise.
Normally he enjoyed strolling through Titanville. Everyone knew him and respected him. He’d worked hard for that respect. There were those who thought he’d had it easy, but they were wrong. Sure, he’d been born a Titan and that was saying something, but he hadn’t simply accepted what God had given him. Jed had taken a good-sized fortune and grown it into something impressive. He’d expanded the company, made a name for himself. He could walk into any restaurant in Dallas and get the best table. Senators and heads of state wanted to be seen with him. He’d lived the kind of life that made most men envious. He’d had it all…until Garth Duncan had decided to take it from him.
Jed took another sip from the bottle. He was a little drunk, but not so drunk that he couldn’t imagine how good it would feel to destroy Garth. To hurt him in ways he hadn’t known were possible. Jed had never hated anyone as much as he hated his own bastard son. Garth was going down. The little shit might think he’d won, but he was wrong. Dead wrong.
Jed screwed the top back on the bottle, then stuck it in the paper bag on the passenger seat. He got out of the car and walked up the street, joining a group of kids walking together. He trailed behind, looking like a parent making sure everyone stayed safe.
They passed the Titanville Pet Palace. The windows had been painted in bright colors. Santa drove a train and all the open cars had pets in them. Puppies and kittens and birds and lizards. There was a man standing next to the door. He was tall and maybe fifty. Ex-cop, Jed thought grimly.
Jed had dressed carefully, in a cowboy hat, sunglasses, a biker jacket and worn boots. He could have been anyone.
He glanced toward the kids still walking, then back at the pet store. He sighed loud enough for the guard to hear. “See my daughter over there?” he asked. “There’s this kitten.” He faked a smile. “She wants it for Christmas and I made the mistake of hinting Santa might bring it.”
The guard nodded sympathetically. “My youngest wants a puppy. It’s a slick road.”
“Tell me about it.” Jed glanced back at the kids. “Would you make sure they get across the street okay? I just want to run in to see if they’ll hold on to that kitten for me.”
“Sure. Go on in.”
“Thanks, man.”
Jed ducked into the pet store. Once inside, he nodded at the teenager at the front counter, then made his way to the back.
He’d been in here once, years ago. Had watched Kathy from a distance. She’d never noticed him, or maybe she had and hadn’t wanted to talk to him. Either way, he’d left. Not so this time. He walked up to her and stared into her face.
“Morning,” he said.
She turned and frowned when she saw him.
Her eyes were the same and despite the thirty-plus years, she didn’t look all that different from the last time he’d seen her. She’d been pregnant then, and defiant.
When she’d first told him she was having his baby, he’d assumed she was trying to trick him into marriage. He’d broken things off with her, telling her if she ever came after him for a penny, he would throw her ass in jail.
She hadn’t cried, but her look of sadness had ripped him apart. With tears in her eyes, but her head held high, she’d walked away.
Three months later, he realized he was wrong about everything. That he wanted Kathy, wanted their baby. So he’d proposed.
And she’d refused him.
“I won’t marry you, Jed Titan,” she said, looking him in the eye. “I’ll love you forever, but I’ve seen a dark side to you.”
He’d tried everything. Begging, swearing he would change. He’d even managed to seduce her back into his bed. Nothing had worked. In the end, she hadn’t changed her mind. When the baby had been born, a boy, he’d offered her money. At first she hadn’t wanted to take it, but an early fever had landed her son in the hospital. With minimal insurance and no income because she wasn’t back to work yet, she’d seen the value of his offer. The transfer had been made. It was more than she’d expected, enough for her to live on for the rest of her life, if she was careful.
He hadn’t seen her after that. He’d married-twice-had daughters, but no other son. He’d told himself it didn’t matter, that Kathy was in the past. And there she’d stayed until that day Garth had shown up, begging for money to save her.
And it had given him great pleasure to refuse the boy. To finally punish Kathy for rejecting him.
Now, staring at her, feeling something stir inside he’d thought dead for a long time, he wondered if maybe he’d been wrong.
“Do I know you?” she asked.
There was something about her speech. Not the words, but the way she said them. Something off.
“I’m Jed.”
She frowned slightly. “Did I know you? Before?”
“Yes.” He moved toward her. “I thought we could go somewhere and talk.”
Her expression cleared. “We were friends.”
“Yes, we were.”
She smiled. “We can go get coffee.”
“I’d like that.” Jed smiled.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
GARTH STOOD IN FRONT of his office window, staring down at the street below. Even driving over the speed limit, it would take Nick at least two hours to get into town. Two hours Garth didn’t want to waste. But he knew better than to go after Jed on his own. Not that he was worried about what the old man might do to him, but because he needed a witness to say it had all been in self-defense.
He kept his mind on the plan, on tactics, because the alternative was to worry about his mother. While no one ever wanted to be kidnapped, Kathy was the least prepared to handle the situation. And Jed would hardly be considerate as he grabbed her.
Anger bubbled. White-hot anger. He’d known his father would come after someone, which was why he’d made sure everyone was protected. But he’d underestimated Jed’s willingness to risk it all. The fault was his.
