bro.â Clayâs alert gaze pierced through Jethroâs ambivalence. âYou never talk about family, except to say you never planned to have one of your own.â
âBecause I donât have any. The foster system was never able to locate any next of kin for me.â There was no record of whoâd abandoned him. Kind of hard to get info from no one.
âIn that case this little girl may be the only family youâll ever know. You should think carefully before you sign your rights away.â
Jethro shot his friend a get-real grimace. âIâm not equipped to raise a kid. I donât scare easy but the thought of taking on custody of a little girl outright terrifies me. But Iâd castrate myself before I left her in foster care.â
âOuch,â Clay flinched, âbut I hear you. You know it doesnât have to be all or nothing. You can negotiate the terms.â
Jethro shook his head. Sharing custody with the red-hot redhead was not going to happen. Between baby and dancer, heâd never know another moment of peace. âLexi made her terms clear. I wonât jeopardize Jasmineâs future.â
He hesitated. âJackson and Grace might raise her.â
Jethro had considered the option, but he wouldnât do that to his friend. âThey arenât even married yet. I canât ask them to do that. And if she were that close, I may not be able to refrain from interfering, which wouldnât be fair to anyone. No, Lexi Malone is her godmother. She obviously loves the child. Itâs the best solution.â
âThen I recommend you donât see her.â
Knowing Clay was right, Jethro struggled with the irrational compulsion. He prided himself on making dispassionate decisions. Not this time. âIf sheâs mine, I have to see her.â
Clay sighed. âIf sheâs yours, Iâll set it up.â
* * *
Lexiâs day didnât get any better as it wore on. Jethroâs assistant called but the appointment had been postponed for a day.
The delay was torture. Every minute dragged. And what filled her head? The feel and taste of Jethro Calder. When sheâd sought him out last night, the last thing sheâd contemplated was an attraction to the man.
Because it complicated much?
Of course she never could have predicted heâd track her to her apartment and seduce her in her own living room. Thank her lucky stars she came to her senses before he actually got her in bed. But it had been too close, the struggle too hard for her peace of mind.
She hadnât lost her head like that in...no, sheâd never lost her head like that. Been so swept away by a manâs kiss, by his touch, that she lost all sense of the here and now.
The fact he was her goddaughterâs father put him off-limits. Those forbidden moments in his arms were hot enough to give her regrets, but Jazi had to come first.
Desperate and longing to see her little girl, she called Jaziâs foster mother about setting up an appointment to see the baby, but it wasnât convenient today. Instead they made arrangements for the next day.
Waiting proved too brutal so Lexi called in to Modern Goddess to see if she could put in extra hours and went into work early.
Between waiting and fighting off memories of Jethroâs kiss it looked set to be a long day.
* * *
Long didnât describe her day. Try excruciating. Lexi decided she required the distraction of people around her for dinner. She didnât set out for that place to be The Beacon, but somehow thatâs where she ended up.
And surprise, surprise Calder sat at the bar.
Lexi hesitated, about to leave. They had an appointment for the next day. She should leave him in peace. Instead she slid onto the stool next to his.
âA glass of white wine, please,â she said to the bartender. âMr. Calder.â
âMs. Malone.â
âWas your day a living hell? Because mine