Darius went still. He couldn’t believe Walcott had gone ahead without any input from him. Yet after the man’s admission to bribing the inspector, why should Darius be surprised? “What exactly is this article going to say?”
“You’ll have to wait and find out like everyone else.” With a final disapproving glance, Walcott walked out.
The air left Darius’s lungs in a whoosh. The only thing he could do now was hopefully warn Ruth and Olivia before they saw it. However, when he returned to his office, he found Kevin waiting for him.
“Could I speak to you for a minute, sir?”
Darius closed the door. “Sure. What about?”
From the wary look on the man’s face, Darius didn’t think it was a business matter. Unless he was here to apologize for helping Walcott gather ammunition against the maternity home.
“It’s about Mere—Miss Cheeseman.”
Dark suspicion curled through Darius. He tossed the files onto his desk. “My fiancée? What about her?”
Kevin paced to the windows and back. “Look, I didn’t know if I should say anything, but I figured you have the right to know.”
“Know what? That you’re in love with her?”
“Me?” He shook his head. “No, sir.”
“Come on, Kevin. I saw you mooning over her that day in your office.”
Anger flashed in his eyes. “The only reason I was flirting with her was to try and disprove the rumors I’ve been hearing. For your sake, I’d hoped they weren’t true.”
Darius slowly sat down. “You’re not making any sense.”
Kevin ran his fingers through his hair, then blew out a breath. “A guy I know is good friends with Meredith’s former boyfriend.”
Darius stiffened. Meredith had been seeing someone named Jerry last fall, but it had been over for some time—or so she claimed. “What’s he got to do with anything?”
Kevin sat down across from him. “According to my source, they recently attempted to reconcile after a lot of pleading on Meredith’s part. But not long after, Jerry took off for parts unknown.”
“I still don’t see what that has to do with me.” Darius’s gut roiled. He wanted to demand that Kevin quit spreading gossip. But another part of him, the one that had felt something was off with Meredith, needed to hear the rest of the story.
“Rumor has it she’s pregnant, and when she told Jerry, he wanted no part of it. She begged him to marry her, but he refused. The next thing she knew, he’d left town.”
A wave of nausea hit hard. That must have been right around the time Meredith had started pursuing Darius, making it clear she was more than interested in a relationship.
Kevin shook his head. “Seems she’s desperate for someone to marry her. That’s why I was flirting, to see if she’d respond. If she really loved you, she wouldn’t have given me the time of day. But if she needed a backup plan . . .”
Darius groaned. Meredith had fallen right into Kevin’s trap. She’d flirted back, eating up the besotted look on Kevin’s face. Still . . .
“That was weeks ago. Why are you coming to me now?”
Kevin shrugged. “Walcott just told me you’re getting married soon. That’s when I knew I had to tell you before it was too late.”
Darius scrubbed a hand over his eyes. What an idiot he’d been. Meredith was using him to save her reputation. Did she intend to pass off the baby as his once they were married? “This might be nothing more than vicious gossip.”
“It’s possible. But I wanted to give you a chance to find out for certain before she drags you to the altar.” Kevin rose. “I’m really sorry. I hope you know I’m only looking out for you.”
Darius rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, I do.”
Kevin paused at the door. “What will you do if it’s true?”
Darius frowned. He honestly didn’t know. Could he go along with Meredith’s charade if it meant obtaining a mother for Sofia? If he broke off his engagement, Mr. Cheeseman could cancel his account with Walcott Industries, the way Mr. Peterson had ended up doing. That was a prospect Darius couldn’t think about. Because if both their biggest clients quit, Walcott Industries would be in serious trouble.
“I guess I’ll have to cross that bridge when I come to it.”
After a short stroll through the Cheesemans’ neighborhood, Darius led Meredith to a nearby park bench. He’d gone to her house right after work and asked her to take a walk, not wanting her family to accidentally overhear their conversation. He needed privacy to confront her about what he’d learned, and the park seemed the best option.
She sat on the bench and smiled. “This was a nice surprise, darling. Although as I told you, I’m very busy with the wedding plans. For you, though, I can always make time.” She laughed and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
Darius tried to force his lips into a smile but couldn’t manage it. “I wanted to speak to you about something important.” His insides tightened into a hard knot. How did he even begin this conversation? One question could ruin the day for them both.
“I hope you haven’t changed your mind about the date,” she said. “Reverend Hill is doing us a favor by squeezing us in on such short notice.”
“It’s not about the date.” He reached deep for a sense of calm. “I want to ask you a question, and I’d like an honest answer.”
The brightness faded from her features. “What is it?”
He needed to be blunt. If he danced around the issue, she might have time to cover up. “Meredith, are you pregnant?”
Right away, her eyes filled with tears, and her bottom lip began to quiver. She stared at him for a second, then dropped her face into her hands. Audible sobs emerged from between her fingers, and her shoulders quaked with the force of her weeping.
Disappointment crashed through him, twisting into anger. So it was true. Meredith had gotten
