When They Weren't Looking: Wardham Book #3

by York, Zoe

  “I’ll tell my sister after the party, but other than that, I’d like to keep it quiet until the second trimester.”

  Something to look up later. He nodded. “Okay. If I see you at the party…”

  “I’m sure I’ll be able to hide from you.” She said it without humor, but something about the idea of hunting for Evie made him smile. “But if we’re introduced, then it will be…nice to meet you, I suppose.” Good thing he hadn’t asked Ted about a blond Evie yet. “And then we can talk again next week.”

  “When is your first appointment?”

  “Middle of July.”

  “Okay. Do you need anything…” She bristled, but he forged ahead anyway. “Are there any costs associated with pregnancy that I should be helping with?”

  “Are you currently employed? You said you’re staying at Ted’s right now.”

  “No, but—”

  “Then don’t worry about it.”

  “Evie, I’m in a position—”

  She held up her hand, and he let her have his silence. For now. “We have almost nine months to sort that out. Babies aren’t expensive, it’s going to be okay.”

  He was pretty sure that babies cost a mint, but there would be time to deal with that later. “Okay. Good luck hiding from me this weekend.”

  CHAPTER FOUR

  She was hiding from him.

  Liam had been at the Calhoun farm for almost two hours, and the future mother of his child was like Polkaroo. Ha. At least he was already thinking in terms of children’s TV shows.

  Except he wanted to find her. He’d had second thoughts about them pretending not to know each other. At some point, the timeline would need to be explained—at the very least, to her sister, the doctor. And probably her collection of friends, most of whom had children and were very familiar with the standard gestational period of the human female.

  A group he could now count himself as part of. Not the friend part, not yet, but he’d spent the weekend boning up on all things pregnancy. He was still freaked out, but the horse had left the stable, so what could he do?

  And like many other men who’d found themselves in this position, Liam was ready to do the honourable thing. He just needed to find his future bride. Too bad his uncle didn’t realize he was on a mission.

  Ted had kept him busy, first introducing him to the happy couple, and Liam had done his best to be charming and relaxed and not blurt out that he’d knocked up Laney’s sister. After that task was successfully accomplished, the next introductions were to a few people Ted thought might want to sell land privately. Then it was Ty West, a local businessman, because Ted believed in diversification and Liam had an MBA he wasn’t currently using.

  It was mid-afternoon before he extricated himself and ducked into the farmhouse. Claire Calhoun was in the kitchen, directing a crew of women shuttling the dessert contributions out the door to the buffet tables.

  “Excuse me, Mrs. Calhoun? Would you mind if I find a quiet place to make a phone call?” He waved his iPhone in the air.

  She waved him in and pointed down the hall to the living room, before grabbing a pie and heading out the door herself. She hollered over her shoulder that he should call her Claire. He probably would have, if he wasn’t half-afraid that when she found out what he’d done to her daughter, she just might kill him.

  Evie wasn’t in the living room, but some of her pictures were. He stepped closer to the wall, glancing from one frame to the next, soaking up her history. Ballet class, swim meets, high school graduation. In the hospital with one of her boys, looking barely old enough to have a baby.

  “What are you doing in here?” Evie had slipped into the room quietly, and when he turned around, she was perched on the arm of an overstuffed loveseat.

  Might as well go with honesty. “Looking for you.”

  She glanced down the hall, relaxing visibly as she realized they were alone in the house. “I asked you not to do that.”

  “Not in so many words.” He pushed himself to the full extent of his height, all of a sudden feeling unsure of himself. This was only their third time meeting. He didn’t know much of anything about this woman, and yet she carried his child. And there was only one thing to do about that. “Can I see you later? Alone?”

  “I thought we’d agreed to talk again next week.” She crossed her arms in front of her body, her pale green sundress pulling up a bit on her legs, and he couldn’t help but wonder what she was wearing underneath. She was a captivating blend of elegance and practicality, he thought as his gaze drifted down to her feet. Her toes were painted a creamy opaque nude, and the shiny pedicure was like a beacon. He’d never felt strongly about feet before, but he had an overwhelming urge to wrap his hands around her arches and squeeze and stroke until she moaned. His dick twitched at the memory of her throaty vocalizations.

  “Is there a reason to wait?” He itched to cross the room and touch her. “I’ve done a lot of thinking, and reading and—”

  The kitchen door slapped open. “Evie!” Claire’s voice rang out, and before he could press her for a meeting time, she offered a weak smile and slipped past him. His fingers splayed wide, his arms tense, as he held himself back from grabbing her. The faint whiff of her scent as she dodged out of the room was a punch to the gut. Vanilla perfume. She’d worn it that night in Toronto as well. He’d licked her all over, listing all the baked goods he could think of that included vanilla. He would never look at cookies the same way again.

  It was time to push a little. He opened the Yellow Pages app on his phone. Sure enough, Evie was listed. There probably weren’t many unlisted numbers in Wardham. He added her details to his address book, and headed back outside, but didn’t make it before his phone beeped.

  A text message from his mother. Well, that was something new. Your father would like to hear from you. And so was that, except it was most certainly fiction, invented by a woman desperate to hold her family together without any of the basic human emotions that generally achieved that goal.

  Liam pressed delete. He didn’t have time for that. Not now, not ever.

  After setting the strawberry pie she’d been handed on the buffet table, Evie went in search of her kids and found them with their father. Only in Wardham would her ex-husband be invited to her sister’s engagement party. And her mother had the annoying habit of liking everyone, no matter how much of a douche they might have been to her daughters. Okay, that only applied to one man. Maybe two, if she counted Kyle, but he’d reformed himself, due to being head-over-heels in love with Laney. So Claire’s affection there had been warranted.

  Dale wasn’t horrid. He was diligent about his time with the boys, fair with child-support, and a committed community member, leveraging his position as the Sales Manager at McCullough Ford to give back whenever he could.

  But he’d been an absolute shit husband, beyond the providing part. If it weren’t for their two amazing boys, Evie would regret the marriage entirely. She’d been looking for something different, someone mature and dependable and a homebody. She got all that, but it came with anger and judgment over her past deeds, none of which she’d felt remotely bad about until Dale began a protracted campaign to make her feel like depraved filth.

  The irony that in the two years since they’d last slept together, Dale had gone through a host of affairs, and Evie hadn’t slept with anyone until Liam. Well, that would have been sweeter if her single indiscretion wasn’t going to be well-documented by a burgeoning midsection in the coming months.

  Evie shuddered at the thought of Dale’s reaction. None of his fucking business, her inner mama bear growled. For a fleeting second, Evie imagined Liam taking on her ex-husband and defending her honour. Not that it needed defending. They hadn’t done anything wrong. But the chivalrous fantasy was still compelling.

  The two men couldn’t be more opposite. Dale, big, blond and brash. Liam, lean, dark and restrained. Also more than a decade younger, a decade which hadn’t been kind to Dale. He was still goo
d-looking, in a fading way. He didn’t play football much anymore, and he had a small gut that spoke to his love of beer and second helpings. It hadn’t bothered Evie at all. She’d wanted to love the man inside, but that man didn’t love her, so it was a moot point.

  After her night with Liam, she’d been looking forward to exploring her sexuality, in an easy-breezy way. Liam had been such a breath of fresh air. It might have been the alcohol, but she’d never had such a fun night of sex in her entire life. Even with Evan, who she’d been more compatible with than Dale. Evan, who realized after they broke up that he was gay. Except the sex had been really good between them, so that was a shame for the female population of Wardham.

  But Liam had taken it to a new level. He’d talked, a lot. Alternatingly hot and funny, he’d wound her up with murmurs of what he wanted to do, what he’d just done, what he was currently doing. He’d touched and teased and licked, until she was out of her mind with a feverish need for him, and then he’d taken his time donning a condom, teasing her some more as he stroked—

  Well, there wouldn’t be any more of that.

  The thought of shuttling a child back and forth to Toronto made her queasy, but hopefully Liam would be busy with whatever recent college grads needed to do in their lives, and wouldn’t expect long visits until the baby wasn’t a baby anymore.

  If he wanted visits at all. He’d said he would be involved, but that had been under duress. He’d had days to think now.

  As if on command, the subject of her thoughts stepped out of the house. He paused on her mother’s porch, surveying the party that spilled across the green lawn between the gravel drive and the neat wooden fence, freshly painted. Evie wanted to think he looked out of place, an urban boy visiting farm country. But for all of his metrosexual good looks and expensive clothes, Liam fit in. More than that, he looked comfortable. He’d worn leather boots that were only enhanced by gravel dust, and his light blue buttoned down shirt, probably meant to be worn under a suit, paired perfectly with slim cut dark wash jeans. A brown leather belt, capped with a significant buckle, pulled the outfit together. She hadn’t noticed how grown up he looked inside. She’d been too distracted by his searching brown eyes, pressing her for more than she’d given him so far, and his deliberately scruffy hair, which she’d wanted to smooth flat with her hand.

  She owed him a conversation—more than one, probably—and the man in front of her looked like he could handle whatever she threw at him.

  And now he was looking at her. Not moving, or saying anything, just watching. Waiting for her to make her move. Probably expecting her to be skittish and run away again. But he was right—they needed to talk and tonight was the perfect time. The kids were spending the night with Dale.

  She looped the long way around the yard, speaking to a few people she hadn’t yet greeted, until he was in front of her. Eyebrow cocked, pleased as punch she was coming to him.

  He might not be so happy after tonight.

  “Liam,” she smoothed a pleasant smile across her face, knowing they weren’t alone. “Are you having a good time?”

  “Thank you, yes.” His lips twitched. Standing in the long afternoon shadow of the farmhouse there was no glare to avoid, but she glanced down at her feet all the same. His penetrating gaze was just as bad as the sun—the warmth deceptively inviting.

  “Listen, I wanted to introduce you to someone.” She placed her hand on his elbow to steer him to a more private conversation spot, but instantly regretted the touch. His shirt was thin, and just above where her fingers rested, his biceps bunched and shifted as they stepped away. The urge to curve her palm northward and caress his muscles was…stupid. It was entirely ridiculous for her to be thinking about sex right now. Or seeing Liam naked, touching him while dressed, or wishing he would kiss her. Trouble was, she had a searingly bright memory of all of that from six weeks earlier, and logic and reason wouldn’t dislodge it from her brain.

  As they walked, she lowered her voice. “The kids will be with their dad tonight. You could come over if you’d like to talk sooner than next week.”

  He paused before responding. “What made you change your mind? Never mind, don’t answer that. I’ll take it.”

  “I live on Elm, it’s the smallest—”

  “I know where you live, Evie.”

  She wanted to think that was creepy, but his warm, low words filled her with an annoying amount of pleasure. Focus, Calhoun. This was not the time to want more of the boy wonder.

  “I’ll be there at eight. Now, shall we find someone for you to introduce me to?”

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Liam left the party shortly after they spoke. Evie didn’t have the same luxury, but as her mother organized a third round of food to be set out around dinner time, she finally begged off. Laney ran interference, and walked her to her car.

  “You okay?”

  “Just tired.”

  They stopped at the end of the tree-lined lane and took in the summer evening. A dozen cars remained, but the air was still and quiet around them. Laney took a deep breath, and launched into a staccato, stream-of-consciousness reach-out. “Because if you need anything, anything at all, you know I’m here for you. If you need money, or help at the studio, I mean, I can’t do that after this week, but Kyle looks good in a pair of shorts, and while I want him to come home with me, and we close on the new house soon, we could still manage if you want—”

  “I’m pregnant.”

  Laney snapped her lips shut and held them there, questions obviously bouncing around on her tongue, but she was putting her best non-judgmental face forward and waiting.

  “It’s a long story, and I wanted to wait until after your party—”

  “It’s technically over, so spill.” Laney squeezed her sister’s hand. “Are you okay?”

  Evie nodded. “It’s early still. Happened six weeks ago. Might not take, you never know.”

  “But you want to keep it?” Laney knew Evie had always wanted a large family.

  She nodded. “Is that stupid? I’m just getting back on my feet…”

  “Not stupid. Difficult, maybe, but you’ll make it work. When are you due?”

  Evie filled her in on all the details. All but one.

  “And the father?”

  She took a deep breath. “Funny story…” She glanced over at Ted’s farm. “That guy? The one in the bar in Toronto. Turns out, his uncle lives across the road.”

  Laney lost her typical cool and shrieked.

  Evie grabbed her sister and dragged her the last few steps to her station wagon.

  “Nobody can hear us, settle down.” Laney laughed. “ So does he know?”

  “Of course he knows!” She took a deep breath. “No way could I hide it from him. I acted like a total idiot when he showed up at my studio, actually, and that tipped him off. I guess it wasn’t a big leap to the source of my panic.”

  “Wow. He was a cool cucumber today, then.” Laney hesitated. “Is he going to be involved?”

  Evie shrugged. “He says he wants to be.”

  “I gotta ask—did you use protection?”

  “Of course we did. We actually stopped and bought the condoms on the way to his condo.” She winced. “I guess this is what they mean when they say they’re only ninety-nine percent effective.”

  “You’ll want to get tested, both of you, for infections. Just in case. Your midwife will probably give you the same counsel. And Evie—your chance of getting pre-eclampsia again is higher with a new partner.” Laney reached out and pulled her into a sisterly hug, complete with a reassuring back rub. “Nothing you can do about that, of course.”

  On that last point, Evie disagreed with her medically trained sister, but it wasn’t worth the debate.

  “You’ll tell me if Pipsqueak hurts you, right? I’ll send Kyle home or we can sic Ian on him. He’s cute, but he’s no Nixon.”

  Evie secretly preferred Liam’s more refined features to the handsome farm boy look of Laney’s fian
cé and his brother, and she knew from first-hand experience that under his tailored clothes was a body tightly corded with muscle. He could probably hold his own. But if he was a jerk, she’d happily let the Nixon brothers deal with him.

  “I’ve been calling him the Boy Wonder, not Pipsqueak,” she muttered, and Laney joined her in a rueful chuckle. “You know, I don’t even know exactly how old he is.” Evie groaned. “This is all kinds of embarrassing.”

  “Don’t worry about that. Seriously.”

  “I can just imagine what Dale’s going to say.” Something darker than embarrassment unfurled in her chest, a hot, pulsing shame she thought she’d banished permanently with the divorce.

  Laney narrowed her gaze. “He doesn’t get to say anything.”

  “It might not stop him.” Evie’s voice cracked, and she rubbed her neck. “So…I’m hoping I can keep this a secret for a while still. Until we know that everything is progressing well, and…” She touched her stomach. “Well, until it’s obvious, I guess.”

  “You going to tell Mom?”

  “Yes. Not this week, though. Soon.”

  “She’ll be supportive.” Laney grinned. “This might get her off my back about babies for a while.”

  Evie smacked her sister’s arm lightly before opening her car door. “Whatever I can do to help you out, sis.”

  With a laughing wave, Laney hopped off the road and Evie headed home.

  Smallest house on the block wasn’t an understatement.

  Evie’s tiny cottage sat back from the street, dwarfed not just by the two-story homes on either side, but also the looming maple trees rising majestically from her backyard. The street was a mishmash of brick and siding houses, some renovated, others not. None quite as neat and tidy as the cottage, freshly painted white with a bright blue door.

  Liam pulled into the long drive, ignoring the nervous flutter in his chest. Maybe he should have brought flowers. Or chocolate. Definitely should have brought a ring.