One week without Kevin’s surveillance. Nikki set a last round of drinks down onto a table filled with lingering customers. She still wasn’t sure why Kevin had given in but she wasn’t complaining. Although she missed his presence, missed the constant flutters in her stomach whenever he was nearby, she was also calmer knowing she was relying on herself. Of course she still had to check in with him in the mornings and again after work—but it had been her suggestion, not his. She couldn’t see worrying him to distraction when a quick phone call or text would prevent it.
Nikki was working without Kevin’s constant presence and she considered it a battle won.
Even better, her boss had indeed been a prince. He’d spared her cleanup duty without docking her pay. And though Nikki didn’t like taking charity, she was smart enough about her situation to accept the favor.
She leaned down to stuff her tips inside her boots and without warning, doubled over in pain. Deep breaths didn’t come easily, but she forced air into her lungs, hoping the cramp was one of those growing pains she’d read about and would subside. But growing pains wouldn’t be in the center of her stomach, and this was.
And, damn, it hurt. Nikki leaned against the wall for support and though she’d never have believed it five minutes ago, she wished Kevin were sitting in the bar, nursing a club soda.
The smell of cigar smoke wafted in the air, and reached her nose. “Jack?” Only the wall held her upright.
“You okay? Because I’m no good around sick people. Especially sick, pregnant people.”
Somehow she managed to laugh. “Don’t worry. You don’t have to do anything except call nine-one-one.
* * *
The aura of déjà vu wasn’t pleasant. Kevin faced his father’s landlord, the same as he’d done too many times in the past. “I’m sorry about the mess in the hall. This should more than cover cleanup costs.” Kevin peeled off a hundred dollars in cash and handed it to the older man.
“But not the hassle,” the landlord muttered. Privately, Kevin agreed with him. But there was no way he was paying any more for his father’s drunken tantrum. Highway robbery wasn’t a precedent he intended to set.
“Max’ll help with the cleanup.” Kevin glanced back toward the hall, wondering how he’d keep that promise. He rubbed his burning eyes. He’d rather be sleeping than taking care of his father’s mess. “I’ll talk to him before I leave. And thanks for calling me,” Kevin said.
He headed for his father’s apartment at the end of the hall. The closer he got, the more the dank smell of the old, musty building mingled with alcohol. Memories of his childhood assaulted him, none of them pleasant. Without warning, he slammed open the door to the apartment.
“What the…” His father bolted upright on the old plaid couch. Recognition dawned in Max’s dark eyes, eyes that looked so much like Kevin’s own—except for the added red-rimmed, bloodshot appearance.
Kevin shook his head, wishing things would change, knowing they never would. If his father hadn’t sobered up when Kevin’s mother had been alive, there wasn’t a shot in hell he’d do it on his own.
“Hey, Kev. Nice of you to stop by. A week late for the old birthday but what the hell. I can always use an excuse to celebrate.”
Kevin stepped over a scattered pile of newspapers and an empty bag of chips. “Aren’t you getting too old for this, Max?”
“Whatever happened to calling me ‘Dad,’ or do you think you’re too old to show some respect?”
Kevin took in his father’s unbuttoned jeans and stained undershirt. He closed his eyes, but he couldn’t recall a time when memories of Max weren’t marred by alcohol or the older man’s self-pity. He couldn’t remember a time when his love for his parent wasn’t diluted by pain.
He faced his father once more. “Respect has to be earned,” Kevin said. So did the name Dad, but Kevin wasn’t up to the argument. His old man would never understand that it took more than the planting of the seed to make a man a father.
Kevin wasn’t sure what to do when it came to raising his own child, but he sure as hell knew what not to do, he thought, glancing at Max.
“Sit down.” His father patted the seat next to him on the couch.
Kevin shook his head. “It’s late. I should be in bed. Hell, you should be in bed.” He glanced at his watch. It was later than he thought. He hadn’t heard from Nikki before the call from Max’s landlord and he wouldn’t know till he got home if she’d checked in and was okay.
He shot a disgusted glance at his father. The emergency call that brought him here had distracted him from what was really important. Or at least more immediate. Max was important; he was just a lost cause.
“I promised your landlord you’d clean up the mess in the hall. What the hell were you thinking, smashing bottles against the wall? You woke the neighbors and…”
“I didn’t wake the damn neighbors, that was their mutt who wouldn’t shut his mouth.”
“So you figured you’d shut it for him? Ever think of picking up the phone and asking nicely?”
His father shook his head. “They don’t give me any respect either,” he muttered. “Damn young people think they’re better than me.”
Kevin rolled his eyes. For as long as he could remember, everyone thought he was better than Max Manning. “You look in the mirror lately?” He shook his head. “Never mind. You still have the janitor job in that office building downtown?”
“I’m on vacation.”
“I want you to listen good. You go grovel and make sure you still have that job. I paid your rent last week. It’s good through next month. After that, I expect you to make the next payment on your own.”
Max rose from the couch, unsteady on his feet. “You ungrateful… think you would have made it through the academy if it wasn’t for me and your mother?”
“Save the history, Max. You’ve got it wrong anyway.” He’d give credit to his mother for anything decent he’d made of his life, but it was no thanks to his father. Another argument he refused to have.
Max took two lunging steps forward and stopped. In the old days, Kevin knew he’d have taken a swing. But no longer. Not since the day a teenage Kevin had come home to find Max beating his mother. He’d taken his father out with one punch and the old man hadn’t touched him since. He never touched his wife again, either, at least not to Kevin’s knowledge.
Ignoring him, Kevin headed for the kitchen and came up with a large green garbage bag. “Let’s go clean up. I’ll help.”
His father grumbled loud and clear. Amazing, considering he’d thrown the tantrum that led to the mess. But working together, they got the hall cleared. The landlord would pocket most of Kevin’s cash and maybe clean the carpet with the rest. For the sake of the other tenants, that’s what Kevin hoped he’d do.
He led Max back inside. “Are you going to eat something?” Kevin asked.
“When I wake up. I need sleep.”
“That makes two of us,” Kevin muttered. “Remember what I said. Make sure you’re gainfully employed. You do that and I’ll help you out with the rent if you need it. But not if you’re out of work or the money’s going for booze.”
They’d had the same discussion before. Inevitably, Kevin ended up bailing Max out of a jam, as he had tonight. But there wouldn’t be a next time. There couldn’t be. Kevin was tired of the routine and he wasn’t helping his father by aiding in his addiction. Silence followed and Kevin wondered if he’d made his point. He turned back to check on Max only to find he’d passed out on the couch. Shaking his head, Kevin headed for the door.
Half an hour later, he entered his dark house and pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. Three missed calls. He turned his phone on its side and saw that it was on vibrate.
“Damn.”
He checked his voicemail. Within seconds, he was back in his car and headed toward the hospital emergency room.
* * *
Black hair fanned against white sheets. Nikki’s skin didn’t hold much more color than the linen. Kevin watched through a narrow pane of glass as a nurse took Nikki’s blood pressure and adjusted a belt over her abdomen. Although he told himself she was stronger than she looked, he couldn’t shake the nagging fear in his gut. He tore himself away from the view and headed back to Janine in the waiting room.
Distance didn’t help. His palms were sweating and his mouth felt like he’d been chewing on cotton. Kevin hadn’t been this nervous since… hell, he’d never been this wound up. He ignored Janine sitting on the plastic hospital couch and paced the floor in the antiseptic waiting room.
According to Janine, Nikki had doubled over at work and the hospital had called her… when they were unable to reach Kevin, on his cell, first.
He wanted to slam his hand into the wall but refrained. It wouldn’t do a damn bit of good anyhow. Sorting through his tangled feelings wasn’t easy, but Kevin knew some things right off. Nikki had trusted him enough to call for him first. He should have been there when she needed him, and, absent from that, he should have been available and more on point to receive her call. Instead he was catering to his drunken father, yet again, and letting Nikki down again all in the span of one night’s time.
Memories of the night Tony died threatened to surround him, but he shook them off, though the effort was great. Nikki needed him functioning, not wallowing in guilt.
“It wouldn’t have changed anything even if you were there,” Janine said.
When had he become such an easy read? “I know you mean well, but leave it alone,” he muttered.
Before she responded, the doctor came through the double doors. Because the waiting room was empty, the young-looking intern didn’t have to look for very long. “Are you relatives of Nicole’s?” he asked.
“Yes. How is she?” Janine asked.
“She’s fine. Resting more comfortably. I wouldn’t call it a false alarm, but she’s in no immediate danger of losing the baby.”
Thank God. Kevin didn’t know how many chances he’d been allotted in this lifetime, but he wasn’t about to waste this one. “Can we see her?”
He nodded. “I’m going to keep her overnight for continued fetal monitoring and then if things are still status quo in the morning, she can go home.” He jotted some notes down on a metal clipboard before glancing back at Kevin. “She needs to see her regular ob/gyn but, until then, there are going to be some restrictions—at least until we’re certain the pregnancy will hold.”
“What kind of restrictions?” Kevin asked. “And for how long?”
“Bed rest to start. The rest is up to her primary care physician. So make sure she sees her doctor.”
Kevin nodded. He didn’t need to hear any more.
What came next was between him and Nikki.
* * *
Nikki watched the green line on the screen that monitored the baby’s heartbeat and any possible contractions she might have. So far, steady and straight; no mountains signaling a potential problem.
She glanced at the beige walls and peeling paint. She hated hospitals—both their bland look and the sterile smell because they reminded her of the night Tony died. But at least she hadn’t suffered another loss this time. She’d been off her feet for a few hours and the pain had begun to subside.
This whole experience seemed so surreal. Then again, the last three months had brought so many changes, she had entered a new world. She supposed she’d better get used to change, because on the heels of the doctor’s reassurance had come his warnings and restrictions. She lay her head back against the pillow and closed her eyes, exhaustion overtaking her.
When she woke again, Kevin was sitting in a chair beside the bed, but his upper body lay forward, his head resting on the mattress beside her. She curled her fingers into the palm of her hand in an effort to resist the urge to run her hands through his hair to reassure him.
She was the one who needed reassurance, and badly. She could rely on him—Nikki knew that now. But relying on him would take her on that slippery slope toward falling in love again. And that, she couldn’t allow.
He stirred and jumped up in his seat, as if realizing he’d fallen asleep on the job, she thought wryly.
He met her gaze. “At least you’re smiling. I hope that means you’re feeling okay.”
She nodded. “Better than last night.”
“You scared me to death.” He met her gaze, his dark eyes shadowed from lack of sleep.
She forced a laugh. “Yeah, well, I scared myself pretty good, too. But the doctor says it’s not uncommon. That not all cramping leads to…” She shook her head, unable to say the word aloud. She hadn’t realized how much she wanted this baby until she thought she might lose it.
The ambulance ride to the hospital had been the scariest and loneliest few minutes of her life. And considering all that had gone on lately, Nikki knew that was saying a lot.
He grabbed her hand and held on tight. His touch was warm and reassuring on one level, and sizzling and electric on another. Seconds passed when no words were necessary. The connection between them wasn’t just sexual, but basic. They were two people who shared an important bond. One, Nikki was beginning to realize, that could never be broken.
The notion scared her.
“They’re discharging you this morning.” Kevin shattered the silence first.
She nodded.
“You’re coming home with me.”
Hadn’t she known that silence was golden? “I’m tired. Too tired to argue with you and that’s where this is leading. So…”
“There are no arguments, Nicole. Just plain hard facts.” He held up one finger. “Fact one. You’re pregnant and have been restricted to bed rest. Total and complete bed rest until the first trimester’s over.”
She’d argue if she could, but so far Kevin hadn’t said anything inaccurate. It was just his solutions she found fault with and he hadn’t mentioned those again. Yet. She folded her arms over her chest. “Go on.”
“So who’s going to fix your meals? Do your shopping? Be around in case there’s a problem? Janine? I don’t think that’s fair, expecting her to handle two pregnancies, do you? Besides, she’s leaving at the end of the week. She wanted to cancel her flight, but I insisted you’d be well taken care of.”
Nikki shut her eyes. Not only was he persistent, but he was also right She couldn’t be a burden to Janine. She’d never even consider it. But why had fate doomed her to be someone’s responsibility, especially Kevin’s? Why, when she was just getting her life together, did she have to end up flat on her back? Her savings were minimal, but if she could have hung on for another few months of work…
“You aren’t exactly in a position to babysit,” she reminded him. “Don’t you have to work?”
“I’ve given this a lot of thought. Don hired me to put a new security system in place and screen employees. The system’s been up and working for a while now. I need to do check-ins and updates, but I don’t need to work nine to five. And I can hire a housekeeper for the hours I’m out of the house.”
The room began to spin and Nikki grabbed onto the bedrail. “You do not have to plan your entire life around me. I’m perfectly capable of staying alone during the day.”
“Not in a walk-up apartment, so you can forget that idea now. Can we at least agree Janine’s place isn’t going to work?”
The thought of three flights of stairs was overwhelming now and she felt her options closing in on her. “Yes,” she admitted. “Janine’s place is out. So say I move in…” She swallowed over the lump and forced the next words from her throat. “With you?” God, how would she survive living with Kevin on a day-to-day basis? Knowing he was taking care of her because she was carrying his child? Dealing with the constant sexual awareness he generated inside her? Coping with the knowledge she cared too much about the loner ex-cop?
She shook her head and continued, “Say I move in with you? There’s no reason you have to spend money on a housekeeper just to look out for me.”
He shrugged. “I was going to hire someone anyway.”
“Once a week, maybe. But daily…”
“Damn it, Nicole, do you really have to argue every little point? Look around you. What are your options? I know I’m no prince, but I’m the best you’ve got so make the best of it, okay?” He ran a frustrated hand through his hair, and Nikki suffered a rush of shame.
She didn’t want to be a burden or an obligation, but she couldn’t change the fact that she was. Kevin would view her that way whether she liked it or not. She might not like it, but she was damn lucky she had Kevin willing to take her in. “I appreciate all you want to do for me. And yes, I’ll move in. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
“But I’m not giving in on the full-time maid, so you can forget that now.”
* * *
Kevin stifled a groan. The last thing he wanted was to upset her. He respected her independence, much as she thought otherwise. To have her grovel didn’t please him or do anything for his male ego.
He’d won his most important concession. She was moving in. No need to push further. “Okay. Part-time help it is,” he said.
She raised her eyebrows. “That was almost too easy.”
“Disappointed?” he asked.
She smiled. “No. Just relieved.”
“Good.” Apparently he’d made another point then. He wouldn’t abandon her or his child. Did she believe him? He shook his head, knowing he didn’t want to delve deeply into the answer.
“Okay then. I’ll go over to Janine’s and pack up your things before coming back for you.”
She nodded.
The conversation hadn’t gone as smoothly as he’d hoped, and now wasn’t the time to bring up her other problems. The baby would be covered under his insurance, but Nikki would not. She had no coverage for any medical bills or serious problems that might yet arise. Nor did she have the money to cover the bills for the medical care both she and the baby deserved right now.
Although he’d been impressed by the clinic and its range of services, the distance between his suburban home and the city clinic wasn’t safe, should there be another emergency. Add to that the location, which made him uneasy in the first place, and Kevin thought he had a good argument for switching to a private doctor in a suburban hospital. Not that Nikki would agree.
If he could get past her pride, there was much he could offer, including paying for her pregnancy medical care—like the emergency room visit last night. The solution he had in mind, however, would probably scare the living daylights out of her, because it sure as hell rocked his world.
Marriage. Commitment. Trust. He shuddered, knowing how he ranked in that particular department. Although he’d pay for Nikki’s care regardless of whether she became his wife or not, the baby needed the legalities of marriage. Because then his child would have his name. And so would Nikki, from there on in. No illegitimate stigma, no complications.
He glanced over. Her eyes were still moist, her jaw clamped tight. She’d given in, but not willingly. He was the last person she wanted to turn to for anything. He didn’t blame her, but she had no choice. So, yes, he’d won one battle, but he had a hunch that was nothing compared to the fight ahead.
* * *
Nikki stepped inside the front door and glanced around Kevin’s new house as if seeing it for the first time. And in a way she was. For the foreseeable future, this was her new home. Her stomach cramped and it had nothing to do with the baby. Directly in front of her was a large staircase leading to the second floor of his Victorian-style home.
“Consider the upstairs off-limits,” Kevin said, coming up behind her.
“Believe me, I wouldn’t dream of going near those steps,” she muttered.
“Good. I just wanted to make sure we were in agreement.” He stood so close, his warm breath tickled her neck, sending a shot of awareness throughout her body.
Whenever she was around Kevin, she burned. Nikki hoped he kept a fire extinguisher somewhere close because she had a hunch she was going to need it. She took a step forward but she still felt his solid presence behind her.
“So where’s my room?” she asked lightly, trying to minimize her feelings about setting up house with Kevin.
“Back here. Apparently this old place had a servants’ quarters off the kitchen. There’s a bedroom and full bath.”
“Good. Good.” With his bedroom upstairs, she was half a house and a full flight of stairs away from temptation.
He stepped around her, motioning for her to follow. With the soft denim molding to his thighs and the ripple of muscles beneath his old gray T-shirt Nikki would have followed him to the ends of the earth. And back.
She swallowed a moan. Boy was she in trouble.
He stopped in the family room, in front of what looked like a brand-new leather recliner. “I figured you wouldn’t want to be cooped up in a back room all day, so you can make yourself comfortable in here.”
Sunlight streamed through oblong windows around the perimeter of the room, making for a welcoming place to be. A stack of women’s magazines sat on the table beside the chair, and a large-screen television was directly in front. “This is… this is perfect Kevin, thank you.”
He shifted from foot to foot, obviously uncomfortable with her gratitude. “I stopped at the hospital gift shop,” he said, pointing to the neat pile of reading he’d left for her.
“Thanks.” If this stiltedness continued, the stress would send her right back to the hospital.
“I did a quick pack-and-run when I was in your apartment earlier. Janine said she’d come by this afternoon to visit and help you get your things put away. I didn’t think you’d want me to unpack for you.” His cheekbones were highlighted with color—embarrassment—making him appear endearing and… soft. A word and a look she’d never associated with Kevin before.
But with this offer and unexpected move into his home, she was seeing a fresh side to Kevin Manning. She had a hunch they’d be seeing new and enlightening sides to each other, for as long as this arrangement continued.
“I have to let my boss know I’m out of commission,” Nikki said, thinking of all the repercussions.
“At the risk of starting an argument, I took a chance and called over there this morning. I spoke to Jack myself. I figured you’d want to give him as much notice as possible, all things considered.”
Her gaze met his. No doubt he expected another argument. “That was thoughtful. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. I’m going to make a few calls. The remote’s on the table.”
“I’ll be fine.”
“You should get off your feet.”
She nodded and lowered herself into the comfortable chair. The leather squeaked as it molded to the contours of her body. She pushed herself back into a reclining position. Tension in her back and legs—tension she hadn’t even known she was carrying, eased immediately. She sighed aloud. “This is great.”
“And you know where the bathroom is.”
“I’m not likely to forget.” She laughed and he grinned in return. The unbearable tension between them had finally been broken. Nikki wondered how long the reprieve would last.