have told him and saved him the anguish of making a fool of himself over Melissa all over again?
Instead they had taunted him into going into Dolanâs. They had poked and prodded at all of his old feelings for Melissa until he could no longer ignore them. Would they have done that if theyâd known about Brian? If theyâd known about the baby? Harlan had done his share of nudging, too. Heâd been the first to plant the seed about finding Melissa at Dolanâs.
It didnât make a lick of sense. How could they not have known? It was a small town. Harlan sure as hell knew everything that went on. And yet they had sent him like a lamb to slaughter, straight back to Melissa.
He reined in his horse and sat for a long time contemplating the possibilities. For once in his life he was oblivious to the raw beauty of the land surrounding him. Since he knew damned well his brothers werenât cruel, their actions had to mean something. At the very least, heâd bet that Melissa and Brian werenât married, after all. At the mostâ¦
He thought of that cute little girl whoâd practically begged him to pick her up.
He didnât even want to consider the astonishing, incredible idea that had just popped into his head. What if she was his? What if he was actually a father?
He tried the idea on for size and realized that a silly grin had spread across his face. A father? Yes, indeed, the possibility fit as well as those tight little jeans had caressed Melissaâs fanny.
Then his grin faded as he considered all the time heâd lost if it were true. If that little girl was his, he resolved there was going to be hell to pay.
Chapter Four
M elissa stood over Sharon Lynnâs crib and stared down at her sleeping child. The babyâs cheeks were flushed, her dark blond hair curling damply against her chubby neck. Her blue nightshirt was sprinkled with tiny yellow ducks. A larger, stuffed duck was cuddled next to her. It had been her favorite toy ever since sheâd been to a duck pond a few months before. She refused to go to bed without it.
A smile curved Melissaâs lips as she watched her baby and fought the desperate need to pick her up, to cling to her. She hadnât been able to let her daughter out of her sight since that terrible moment in the drugstore when Cody had come face-to-face with his child. In that instant her heart had ricocheted wildly and her breath had caught in her throat as sheâd waited for him to recognize Sharon Lynn as his, just as Jordan had the very first time heâd spotted her. Sheâd almost been grateful that the decision to tell Cody or not to tell him had been taken out of her hands.
But instead of promptly recognizing the baby as his, Cody had clearly leapt to the conclusion that someone else was the father. Given the cold glint in his eyes when heâd stepped back to the counter to congratulate her in a voice devoid of emotion and his comment about her relationship with Brian having been meant to be, he must have assumed the father was Brian Kincaid. It was a further complication in an already complicated situation.
She sighed as she considered the terrible mess she had made of things. She should have told Cody everything straight off, right then and there, but her motherâs terrified expression and her earlier dire warnings had kept Melissa silent, too fearful of the consequences of blurting out the truth.
She couldnât imagine what her life would be like without her baby. As difficult as things had gotten after sheâd learned she was pregnant, there had never been a single instant when sheâd regretted having Codyâs child. Every time she looked into that precious face, she saw a miracle that she and Cody had created together. Beyond that biological tie, however, Cody had no right at all to claim his child. She was the only parent Sharon Lynn had ever known. If only she could keep it that way.
Unfortunately,