âPoor Jess.â
âPoor Dallas,â he countered. âAfter the fight with Jessie, he took every damned dangerous assignment he could find, the more dangerous the better. Last year in Africa, Dallas was shot to pieces. They sent him home with wounds that would have killed a lesser man.â
âNo wonder he looks so bitter.â
âHeâs bitter because he loved Jess and though she felt the same, she wasnât willing to hurt Hank by leaving him. But in the end, she still hurt him. He couldnât live with the idea that she was having some other manâs child. It destroyed their marriage.â
She grimaced. âWhat a tragedy, for all of them.â
âYes.â
She looked toward Stevie, smiling. âHeâs a great kid,â she said. âIâd love him even if he wasnât my first cousin.â
âHeâs got grit and personality to boot.â
âYou wouldnât think so at midnight when youâre still trying to get him to sleep.â
He smiled as he studied her. âYou love kids, donât you?â
âOh, yes,â she said fervently. âI love teaching.â
âDonât you want some of your own?â he asked with a quizzical smile.
She flushed and wouldnât look at him. âSure. One day.â
âWhy not now?â
âBecause Iâve already got more responsibilities than I can manage. Pregnancy would be a complication I couldnât handle, especially now.â
âYou sound as if youâre planning to do it all alone.â
She shrugged. âThere is such a thing as artificial insemination.â
He turned her toward him, looking very solemn and adult. âHow would it feel, carrying the child of a man you didnât even know, having it grow inside your body?â
She bit her lower lip. She hadnât considered the intimacy of what he was suggesting. She felt, and looked, confused.
âA baby should be made out of love, the natural way, not in a test tube,â he said very softly, searching her shocked eyes. âWell, not unless itâs the only way two people can have a child,â he added. âBut thatâs an entirely different circumstance.â
Her lips parted on the surge of emotion that made her heart race. âI donât knowâ¦that I want to get that close to anyone, ever.â
He seemed even more remote. âSally, you canât let the past lock you into solitude forever. I frightened you because I wanted to keep you at bay. If I didnât discourageyou somehow I was afraid that the temptation might prove too much for me. You were such a baby.â He scowled bitterly. âWhat happened wouldnât have been so devastating if youâd had even a little experience with men. For Godâs sake, didnât they ever let you date anyone?â
She shook her head, her teeth clenched tightly together. âMy mother was certain that Iâd get pregnant or catch some horrible disease. She talked about it all the time. She made boys who came to the house so uncomfortable that they never came back.â
âI didnât know that,â he said tautly.
âWould it have made any difference?â she asked miserably.
He touched her face with cool, firm fingers. âYes. I wouldnât have gone nearly as far as I did, if Iâd known.â
âYou wanted to get rid of meâ¦â
He put his thumb over her soft mouth. âI wanted you,â he whispered huskily. âBut a seventeen-year-old isnât mature enough for a love affair. And that would have been impossible in Jacobsville, even if Iâd been crazy enough to go all the way with you that day. You were almost thirteen years my junior.â
She was beginning to see things from his point of view. She hadnât tried before. There had been so much resentment, so much bitterness, so much hurt. She looked at him and saw, for the first time, the pain of the