narrow black jeans. Her long legs picked up speed when the path dipped as they approachedthe waterâs edge, causing the stroller to roll faster and faster. In the breeze her blond hair streamed like a banner over her shoulders.
When he caught up to her at the edge of the lake, she wasnât even breathing hard.
âThis is a wonderful spot.â She knelt down and pointed at the water. âSee the ducks, Jennie?â
At last heâd done something she approved of. Nick couldnât stop the surge of pleasure.
Jennie was sitting bolt upright, starfish fingers pushing on the arms of the stroller, her eyes wide with excitement.
For the first time since leaving his office, Nick started to relax. This might work. There was still a chance for themâ¦for him and Jennie.
More than a chance.
Resolve set in and Nickâs jaw firmed. He had a responsibility to Jennie. Heâd agreed to donate his seed for the baby Jilly wanted, even though he knew, almost to the day, that Jilly had changed her mind. Sheâd stopped talking about their babyâ¦started talking about her baby. Initially, it hadnât sunk in that sheâd found another donorâ¦a lover. Hindsight was twenty-twenty.
Yet after Jillyâs return from the fertility clinic on the Southeast Asian island of Namkhet, heâd been sure of it. It wasnât his sperm that had impregnated Jillyâ¦.
But Nick no longer cared. All that mattered was the baby leaning forward in the stroller, her eyes gleaming with delight. So vital and full of life. The child everyone believed to be his daughter. He spared a glance at the woman kneeling beside the stroller. Candace had made her opinion clearâhe didnât deserve Jennie. But what did her opinion matter? Jennie could be his daughterâ¦all he needed to do was accept her. Heâd already made a start. It was proving to be much easier than heâd ever imaginedâand the rewards were pure pleasure.
And little Jennie didnât know it was a lie. To Jennie he was the only father sheâd known.
Nick vowed that he would make it work. He would prove Candace wrong. He was the only family Jennie had.
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A pair of black swans glided toward them, long necks gracefully arched. Candace started to smile as Jennie beat her arms up and down and let out a squeak. Even Nick grinned at the babyâs antics.
âSorry, no food.â Candace spread her hands out as the swans slowed in front of them.
âLook, there are even eels,â Nick said as an inquisitive nose poked out the water. âSee?â Jennie was all eyes. âWant to take a closer look?â
Not liking the sound of that, Candace said quickly, âSheâs fine in the stroller.â
But Nick ignored her warning and unclipped the restraint. âCome on,â he told Jennie. âIâll show you.â
Jennie hung out of his arms as he hoisted her up, her arms flapping frantically. Little breathless puffs of baby excitement filled the air, and Candace clambered to her feet. âNick, this isnât a good ideaââ
âDonât be such a killjoy!â
Ducks crowded around, craning their necks, beady eyes fixed on him. In the water, the swans paddled in one spot. Nick laughed, shrugging aside the cautioning hand Candace placed on his arm as Jennie gurgled with unrestrained glee.
âJust look at her.â With Nick reveling in the babyâs amazement, Candace didnât have the heart to spoil the moment. âNext time weâll bring bread,â he promised the baby.
More ducks were scrambling out of the water.
âNick, thatâs probably close enough.â Candace cast an anxious glance at the waterâs edge. âThose are geese comingâand they can be quite aggressive.â
âJennieâs having the time of her life. And so am I.â
There was no suitable response to that. Candace let out the breath she was holding and tried to stop