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“Oh. Hi.”
“Am I catching you at a bad time?”
She glanced at Shannon. “No. I was just having lunch with…a friend.”
“I won’t keep you. How would you like to come to my house for dinner tonight?”
Dinner with Blake? If she agreed, what tactic would he use tonight to convince her that joint custody was the solution to their dilemma?
Chapter Four
As Jenna drove up the long driveway to Blake’s house that evening, she was more nervous than she could ever remember being. She told herself the anxiety came from the unknown, from the fear that Blake would take her baby. Yet if she was honest with herself, it was more than that. Blake Winston unnerved her.
She parked her car along the circular drive in front of the stately stone house, noticing a white luxury sedan parked there, too. Had Blake invited someone else to join them? Did the car belong to his lawyer? Was she walking into a setup?
Checking her purse for her cell phone, she decided she could always call Rafe. She could always leave. She hadn’t consulted her lawyer about accepting this invitation, though she knew Shannon would tell him Blake had issued it. For some reason she felt she had to meet Blake Winston on personal terms without the impediments of tables and attorneys and official forms.
After she rang the doorbell, she waited, smoothing the blue-striped rayon of her dress over her tummy. “How are we doing, little one,” she asked gently, and smiled. This one-sided conversation would become more than that as soon as her baby was born.
Her baby. Blake’s child.
The door was opened by a petite woman wearing a black pantsuit and white apron. Her hair was styled in a close perm around her head and her red lipstick shouted personality. Her blue eyes twinkled when she saw Jenna. “I expect you’re Mrs. Winton?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Come right in, then. Mr. Winston said I should bring you into the parlor.” She stopped walking for a moment and lowered her voice. “I think he’s tired of talking politics, and he’d much rather sit down and talk with you.” She glanced at Jenna’s belly. “I know all about what’s going on. I heard Mr. Winston talking to his lawyer.” She started walking again.
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