The Perfect Father

by Penny Jordan

  And then, just when she thought he simply wasn’t going to speak to her at all, he began to do so but so quietly that she had to strain her ears to catch what he was saying.

  ‘For your information,’ he told her with his back still to her, ‘the reason, the only reason, I didn’t correct Bobbie’s misunderstanding of the situation was because I wanted to protect you—and not just you, Sam, but your family, as well. Do you really think if I wanted a wife so badly, that I couldn’t find one?’ he challenged her as he swung round, adding in savage indictment, ‘And I’d sure as hell have to be desperate to pick you, despite what you seem to think.

  ‘I can’t think of a single woman out of all the women I know who is less emotionally and mentally equipped to take on the role of Governor’s wife. You epitomise every characteristic that no politician in his right mind wants in a partner. You’re impulsive, you leap to implausible conclusions and, even worse, you act on them as though they’re known facts. You’re stubborn to the point of totally illogical wrong-headedness, you won’t listen to reason, you...’

  To her chagrin Samantha discovered that tears were pouring down her face.

  ‘...and as for what you said about going to bed with me so that you could get pregnant...’

  To Samantha’s shock he threw back his head and laughed harshly.

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  ‘What is it? What’s so funny?’ she demanded. ‘Why are you laughing?’

  ‘I’m laughing my dear, dear Samantha, because if you’d told me at the start just why you wanted to go to bed with me, there’s no way you’d have ever got me there, and if you don’t believe me then try asking yourself just why I took the trouble to make sure that you were protected—to make sure that there were no consequences...’

  ‘‘‘No consequences,’’’ Samantha repeated dully. She stared at him her anger rising again. ‘ No consequences...’

  She thumped the bed in furious indignation. ‘ My baby is not a consequence, I’ll have you know, Liam Connolly.

  My baby...’

  ‘ Our baby,’ Liam corrected her grittily. ‘ Our baby, that’s what he or she would have been, Sam. Not your baby but ours and there’s no way I’d ever allow my child to be brought up by a woman who’s got the kind of half-baked ideas that you...’

  They were off again, arguing, accusing and counter-accusing whilst Samantha struggled to take in what he had told her. That visit to the bathroom which she had dismissed merely as a frustrating interruption of their love-making had had a purpose she hadn’t even guessed at.

  ‘I hate you,’ she told him passionately as her eyes clouded with fresh tears.

  ‘I don’t feel too hot about you, either, right now,’ Liam told her grimly, ‘but that still doesn’t alter the fact that in less than an hour’s time you and I are going to have to put on a convincing show of being idyllically in love.’

  ‘What!’ Samantha’s jaw dropped.

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  of passion in one another’s arms, are about to swear eter-nal love to one another.’

  ‘I’m going to tell her the truth,’ Samantha reminded him shakily.

  ‘Are you?’ Liam shook his head. ‘I don’t think so,’ he told her firmly. ‘Have you thought about what this could do to your parents, Samantha? How they’re going to feel knowing that you took me to bed purely to get yourself pregnant.’

  Samantha opened her mouth and then closed it again.

  ‘I... I won’t tell them about that. I’ll say it was just...just...’

  ‘Just what? A moment of passion, and have them think that I seduced their daughter. Oh, no. No way are you going to put me in that kind of bind,’ Liam told her softly.

  ‘Oh, no, right now the only way you and I have of getting out of this with our reputations intact is to play along with Bobbie’s belief that we’re deeply in love and truly a committed couple.’

  Deeply in love... committed. Her and Liam... Samantha opened her mouth to object to what he was saying and then closed it.

  ‘Yes,’ Liam challenged her tersely. ‘ If you’ve got another solution then I’d sure like to hear it.’

  Dumbly, Samantha shook her head. His mention of her parents had brought her sharply and painfully down to earth. She knew just how shocked and upset they would be if they heard the truth, how hurt and saddened by her behaviour—and Liam’s. They already thought of Liam almost as a son and the news that he was to be their sonin-law would delight both her parents, but most especially her father.

  ‘But I can’t marry you,’ she whispered painfully.

  ‘You’re going to be Governor and I don’t... I can’t...’

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  ‘Who said anything about marriage? ’ Liam derided her.

  Uncertainly she looked at him.

  ‘All I’m saying is that for now, for everyone’s sake, you and I have to play along with Bobbie’s assumptions and allow everyone to believe that we’re in love and planning to get married.’

  ‘But we aren’t going to get married,’ Samantha repeated, keeping her gaze fixed on Liam’s face.

  Immediately he shook his head.

  ‘Oh, no. No way,’ he told her savagely. ‘No way would I ever marry a woman who only wanted me for the children I could give her.’ He looked at his watch.

  ‘We’ve got half an hour to get downstairs, unless of course you want your sister to think we’re so passionately in love that we’ve gone back to bed, that we simply can’t keep our hands off one another.’

  Flinging him an indignant look, Samantha immediately hurried towards the bathroom. How dare he suggest anything of the kind. Just because last night she had seemed to...to want him... She had already told him the reason for that.

  Once inside the bathroom with the door locked safely between them, Samantha tossed her head indignantly. Her want Liam... That was ridiculous...totally and absolutely ridiculous...wasn’t it? And the minute she had Bobbie to herself she was going to tell her.

  With the water from the shower cascading noisily behind her, Sam bit her lip. She was going to tell Bobbie what? That she and Liam had... She gave a small hurting swallow, the words ‘had sex’ almost physically hurting her as she tried to force herself to frame them mentally and discovered that, for some reason, the words she actually wanted to use were ‘made love.’

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  But she and Liam had not made love. How could they when they did not love one another, when Liam did not love her?

  Sam could feel shock zigzagging down her spine in sharp ice-cold splinters of pain just like the ones that were embedding themselves in her heart.

  Tears welled up in her eyes. Angrily she blinked them away. What she was crying for was simply the loss of her childhood ideals, her belief that only within the loving intimacy of a committed relationship could she truly experience the physical fulfilment she had had with Liam last night, that only with a man she loved utterly and totally could she want to conceive a child... his child.

  What had happened to her and to those beliefs that she had been willing to trample on them and to ignore them?

  She deserved to be in the situation she now found herself in, she told herself uncompromisingly.

  As she stepped into the shower, her mouth twisted in a small sadly wry smile. Well, at least no one who knew them was likely to be too surprised when she and Liam decided that their relationship wasn’t going to work and that they wanted to go their separate ways.

  And there was another aspect to the situation which Liam had not mentioned but which she was uncomfortably aware of.

  Whilst Bobbie got on very well with her in-laws, Sam knew that her own mother had always felt a little bit uncomfortable with people because of the circumstances surrounding her own birth.

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  had not changed her family’s love or admiration for her.

  And nor, of course, should it have done. The story of Ruth’s love for Grant and the trauma of her having to give up their daughter, Sarah Jane, was an extremely har-rowing one, but now the whole family was reunited, Ruth and Grant were married, but still their daughter had never totally overcome her insecurity about being harshly judged by others because of the circumstances of her birth.

  Her mother, Sam knew, would be very upset to think that Patricia Crighton had seen Sam in a compromising situation with Liam and might in consequence judge her daughter poorly.

  No, for her mother’s sake as much as anything else Sam knew that she had to go along with Liam’s suggestion—

  go along with, maybe, but if Liam thought for one moment that she was about to be grateful to him for doing the gentlemanly thing...

  Angrily Sam stepped out of the shower and started to vigorously towel herself dry.

  She had just about finished when she heard a firm rap on the bathroom door.

  ‘I’m nearly through,’ she called out curtly to Liam.

  ‘Open the door, Sam,’ she heard him demanding, ignoring her response to his knock.

  Pulling on her robe she opened the door and told him waspishly, ‘There, I’ve finished and...’

  She had stopped abruptly as she saw the parcels Liam was carrying and started to frown, ‘You’ve been out to the stores, but...’

  ‘Trousers and a top,’ he told her laconically, handing over two of the shiny bags to her. ‘I think I’ve got the size right...’

  Sam stared at him, eyes widening.

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  ‘I didn’t think you’d want to meet with everyone wearing the same dress you had on last night.’

  He was right of course, that had been a strictly-for-a-sexy-date dress and was hardly suitable for a family lunch.

  Even so, for some reason, the knowledge that Liam had actually taken the trouble to go out and shop for her was making her feel not just surprised but ridiculously over-emotional.

  She could feel the tears starting to burn her eyes and in an effort to conceal them from him she lowered her head over the bags and told him grumpily, ‘They probably won’t fit.’

  ‘Try them,’ Liam advised her coolly.

  Leaving the bathroom free for him, Samantha hurried into the bedroom.

  Inside the larger carrier was a small one which she opened curiously before removing the tissue-packed trousers it contained. Inside the small carrier, also tissue wrapped, was exactly the kind of elegant plain underwear she normally favoured. Even the colour of the semi-nude bra and briefs was exactly the shade she would have chosen and she realised with a small sense of shock the size was exactly right, as well.

  Now, how on earth had Liam known that? Either he had made a very inspired guess or he knew her much better than she thought. At a pinch, she guessed, she could have shopped for him and got everything in the right size but men were notorious for getting underwear measure-ments wrong. This bra he had bought for her was exactly right and the briefs were even in the style she favoured for wearing under trousers.

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  night’s worn things—one of the virtues or vices, depending on how you looked at it, of inheriting half of your genes from a strictly traditional New England family was a near obsession with cleanliness.

  A little curiously she removed the trousers Liam had bought for her from their tissue wrapping. From the carrier bag she knew he had bought them from an extremely expensive local store and the label on the caramel-coloured fine wool pants confirmed their quality—Ralph Lauren no less—and as she held them up in front of her Sam knew that they would be a perfect fit.

  Like the cream silk shirt he had bought her to go with them and the suede loafers she found in the third bag, everything was so very much in her own style that she could quite easily have bought them herself.

  When she turned up downstairs wearing these clothes, Bobbie would automatically assume that she had.

  She had just finished brushing her hair when Liam returned to the bedroom, one eyebrow raised as he asked her questioningly, ‘Everything okay?’

  ‘They fit fine,’ Sam agreed grudgingly, and then her natural sense of fair play and honesty forced her to add,

  ‘They’re exactly what I would have chosen for myself.

  You’ll have to give me the bills for them.’

  ‘There’s something else,’ Liam told her, ignoring the latter part of what she was saying and going over to the coffee table in the suite’s sitting room to pick up a small bag Sam had not noticed before.

  ‘I guess if we’re going to do this, we’d better go all the way,’ he told her mystifyingly as he opened the small shiny dark green bag and removed an even smaller square jeweller’s box.

  Samantha’s heart gave a shocked-bound thudding against her chest wall.

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  Liam had bought her jewellery...a ring?

  ‘Give me your hand,’ she heard him demanding calmly.

  Her mouth had gone too dry for her to be able to utter the denial she wanted to make but her whole body trembled as Liam took hold of her left hand, giving her a slightly grim look as he warned her, ‘This is no time to start being dramatic, Samantha. You can be sure that right now, whoever is downstairs is expecting us to emerge as a blissfully happily committed couple.’

  ‘No,’ she denied quickly. ‘Why should they? Bobbie won’t have said anything...’

  Liam’s eyebrows lifted.

  ‘Maybe not in normal circumstances,’ he agreed, ‘but she wasn’t on her own when she saw us. She had Pat with her,’ he reminded Samantha, and although he didn’t want to provoke another row with Sam he had seen the look of relief in Bobbie’s eyes when neither of them had denied their love for one another.

  James’ parents, whilst welcoming Bobbie to their family were a slightly old-fashioned and very traditional couple. Neither of James’ sisters had lived with their now husbands before their marriages and both of them had lived at home whilst attending university in Manchester.

  Even though it was over an hour’s drive away, and whilst there was no way that he was dependent on Sam’s father’s goodwill to further his political career, he liked the older man far too much to want to cause him any embarrass-ment or pain— A mutually broken off engagement would be far easier for Sam’s parents to accept than a mere one-night stand—not that he ever had any intentions—but his intention, his hopes and needs, had to be put on hold right now, especially with Sam reacting as she was doing.

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  attention to the ring he was removing from its box until the white flash of diamonds not so much caught as regally demanded her attention.

  When she did look at the ring he was coolly slipping onto her finger she couldn’t prevent herself from giving a stunned betraying gasp.

  The central flawless sapphire was the deepest densest blue she had ever seen and just about as close to the colour of her own eyes as it could possibly be, whilst the diamonds which surrounded it were sharply white, perfectly clear glittering stones.

  It was, Samantha recognised, the kind of ring any woman would be thrilled to receive. Surely only a man deeply in love would choose a stone that so exactly matched his adored one’s own eye colour and he would certainly have to be totally besotted to spend the amount of money Sam
antha guessed this ring must have cost Liam.

  ‘What did you do,’ she joked shakily, ‘hire it for the day...’

  The look of hauteur Liam gave her made her feel even more shaky.

  ‘Liam, it’s...it’s...’ She shook her head, unable to find the words to tell him what she thought of his quixotic impulse. ‘It must have been so expensive,’ she told him weakly. ‘What on earth will you do with it...afterwards...’

  ‘Concern—for me?— that must be a first,’ Liam told her dryly as he closed the box with a firmly businesslike air.

  ‘Hopefully in the fuss over our ‘‘engagement’’ surprise, the way in which our relationship was exposed to the light of day will be overlooked,’ he told her sardonically.

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  ‘Engaged.’ Samantha shook her head. ‘But Mom and Dad...’

  ‘...will understand when I explain that it was only the discovery of how much I was missing you and what I stood to lose that prompted me to act impetuously and rush over here to propose to you,’ Liam told her calmly.

  ‘Lovers seldom act rationally...so why should we be any exception? I proposed, you accepted, and of course, I couldn’t wait to show the world that you’re mine by waiting until we got home to get you a ring. After all, it isn’t as though I have your ability to trace my family back to the Pilgrim Fathers and beyond and there are certainly no family heirlooms waiting in bank vaults to be handed over to my wife-to-be,’ he told her grimly.

  Samantha gave a thoughtful look. She knew of Liam’s family history and how, as immigrants, they had arrived in America with virtually nothing, but his words brought home to her again how sensitive Liam felt about the subject.

  ‘You can’t think that if I were in love it would matter to me who my partner’s antecedents were,’ she challenged him.

  ‘No, but surely you’d want to know what kind of genes you were passing on to your kids, wouldn’t you?’