The Pregnancy Plot

She climbed the two porch steps and turned to face him.

He held her gaze, ready for her confidences. Not that he’d be sharing any of his own—revealing his identity was not part of his assignment—yet.

“You know that proposal you made over dinner?”

He blinked. Not what he’d been expecting, but he’d go with it. “About moving in here?”

“Yes. Still interested?”

“Sure.”

“Good.” She turned and shoved open the front door of the B and B. “Because I want you to move in—right here, right now.”

* * *

THE THRILL THAT rushed through his body better be for the assignment and not the woman. She’d done a one-eighty and ditched her previous reservations. Had Lou spooked her?

“Why the sudden turnaround?”

“Do you see it that way? I told you I’d consider it after doing a background check.”

“And now you don’t need a background check?”

“Now I’ve seen Lou and the company she’s keeping.”

“Do you really think Kip is helping her? The dude seems barely capable of a coherent thought.”

“I’ve seen his type before. Lou’s been with this type before—they egg her on and use her because they think she has some money coming. They encourage her in her wild schemes.”

“He scares you?”

“They both do. Did you see his eyebrows?”

He raised one of his own. “I didn’t notice.”

“They were lighter than his hair.”

“Is that supposed to be some sign of evil or something?”

She pinched his arm. “He gave me the creeps.”

“Okay, I defer to your creep meter, but if you want me to move in tonight, I’m going to have to go back to my motel and get my stuff.”

“I’ll take you back in my truck. You can start some repairs tomorrow and write whenever you want.”

“And run interference between you and Lou and Kip. Is that it?”

“If you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind at all.” He came here for that express purpose—to run interference for Nina Moore—not that she knew it.

“Hold on and I’ll get the keys to the truck.” She left him standing at the door while she ran to the kitchen and snagged a set of keys from a hook.

The driver’s-side door of the truck protested when he opened it for her. “Is there anything at Moonstones that’s not falling apart?”

“No, and that includes the current owner.” She hopped onto the seat and slammed the door.

He climbed in beside her. “If it’s too much for you, Nina, why don’t you go back to LA? Lou seemed to think you had it made there.”

“Lou?” She adjusted her mirror. “You believe anything Lou says?”

“Does that mean you didn’t have it made in LA?”

She bit her lip before starting and once again he expected confidences.

“I liked my job, had plenty of clients and left a lot of friends there, but this island has something...”

“A dilapidated B and B and crazy family members.”

He didn’t know why he was trying to encourage her to return to the big city. It would be so much harder to watch her there, and what possible excuse could he offer now for turning up in LA?

She laughed and he liked the sound. She needed to laugh more—for the baby.

“With your help, Moonstones won’t be dilapidated for long and hopefully Lou will be on her way, taking her low-life companion with her.”

“Once she finishes her important business.”

She swung the truck onto the road leading to town, a smirk twisting her lips. “I’m afraid her important business is getting me to cough up some money.”

“Will you? Have you ever?”

“I’ve given her a few bucks here and there, but that only seems to encourage her. Honestly, I do it out of guilt.”

“Because your mom stole her dad away from her mom? That’s ridiculous.”

“I know it is. I just know how it feels to lose a parent.” She glanced at him. “You heard Lou. My dad abandoned me and my mom when I was a baby.”

“For another woman?”

“I have no clue, but my mom raised me alone until Bruce Moore came into her life.” Her hands tightened on the steering wheel. “A baby needs two parents, don’t you think?”

He licked his dry lips. “It’s optimal.”

As if sensing something in his tone, she turned to him. “Have you ever been married? I’m assuming you’re not now because, well, you don’t wear a ring and I can’t imagine your wife being okay with you escaping for a few months to write.”

“I am not now, nor have I ever been married.”

“Children?”

“None that I know of.” He didn’t feel like talking about babies right now—hers or his.

Nina nodded once. Then she wheeled into the space in front of his motel room and threw the old truck into Park. “Do you need any help packing up?”

“It’ll take me five minutes.” He jumped from the truck and five minutes later with his laptop tucked under his arm, he tossed his duffel into the back of the truck.

When he climbed into the passenger seat, Nina was texting on her cell.

“Everything okay?”

She held up the phone. “Still putting the finishing touches on a client’s house in Malibu—job from hell.”

“You should be able to do right by Moonstones with your expertise.”

“Yeah, but I need a clean palette to work with, not a place falling down around my ears.”

“That’s where I come in.”

It took her three tries before the engine cranked to life, and she looked over her shoulder before backing out of the space.

“How’d a soldier and a writer wind up being handy with a hammer and saw?”

“I learned everything from my grandfather. He liked working with his hands, even after...” He tugged on his ear before the truth came spilling from his lips. “Even after he got old.”

He didn’t need to clue in Nina that his grandfather had been a self-made millionaire and that his father had expanded the family fortunes and gone into politics. That reality wouldn’t mesh with Jase Buckley’s.

“Do you mind if we make a stop before heading back to the B and B? I need to pick up a couple of things.”

“There’s a drugstore on the main drag, a few doors down from Mandy’s.” She swung the truck around in a U-turn and rumbled back down the main street of town.

When she parked, he grabbed the handle of the door. “You coming with me?”

“Sure.”

As they walked inside the brightly lit drugstore, the clerk behind the register called out, “You have ten minutes until closing.”

“We’ll make it quick.” Jase nudged Nina with his elbow. “Toothpaste.”

They rounded the corner of the aisle, which gave them a straight shot to the pharmacy counter, where a couple was arguing with the pharmacist.

“I think someone else was using my driver’s license.”

“I don’t think so, ma’am.”

“God, don’t call me ma’am. I’m only thirty-one.”

Nina tugged on his sleeve to try to escape her stepsister’s notice, but Lou caught the movement and turned.

“Nina, can you help me out?”

“Ma’am... Miss, you can’t have someone buy the antihistamine for you after just trying to buy it yourself.”

Lou cussed at the pharmacist and slapped the counter. “Hick town.”

“C’mon, babe. Let’s go back to the bar.” Kip, looking more beat-up than before, wrapped an arm around Lou’s waist.

“Hold on.” She shrugged him off. “What are you doing back in town, Nina? I thought you were headed to Moonstones.”

“Needed a few things.” Nina tipped her chin toward the pharmacist, who was hastily rolling down his window.

“Why are you trying to buy antihistamines?”

“You know, runny nose.” Lou pinched the bridge of her nose and sniffed.

“Antihistamines are for stuffed-up noses.”

Lou plucked a tube of lip balm from a hook and put it in her pocket. “You have any room at the inn?”

“What?” Nina visibly recoiled.

“At Moonstones? Any vacancies for me and Kip to crash?”

“I...I thought you were staying here in town.”

“We are, but we’re running out of cash.”

Jase reached his arm behind Nina and gave her hip a pinch. Surely, she could say no to her stepsister. The woman tried to drown her just this afternoon.

“I can’t help you, Lou.”

“Of course not. You got what was rightfully mine, and now you can’t even spare a room for me.”

“Jase and I were expecting to be alone.”

His heart slammed against his chest. What was she playing at?

Lou narrowed her reddened eyes. “You and your handyman?”

Nina tossed back her shoulder-length hair. “I just didn’t want to get you all wound up, Lou, but I’m getting sick of tiptoeing around you.”

“What does that mean?” Lou’s voice had taken on a dangerous edge, and Jase inched closer to Nina.

“Jase isn’t my handyman. He’s my fiancé.”

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