thinking of the romantic setup of the brochure.
âIt doesnât have to be intimate, Jennifer.â Feeling a little guilty, he pretended interest in the brochure. It had obviously been designed to entice couples to stay there. And heâd already been thinking along the lines of kissing her. Now heâd have to make damn sure he didnât step over the boundaries of their relationship and lure her into his bed. Holding a paper out to her, he said, âIt states right here we have separate rooms. I donât see a problem.â Alex said the words. He just wasnât sure he believed them.
Darn! Jennifer was trying to do the right thing here! She didnât want to take advantage of Alex. Especially while they were spending the weekend together. If she did, sheâd be tempted to do more than keep things between them platonic.
But would Alex even want to? she wondered. Heâd kissed her as if heâd enjoyed it, but one hot, lusty kiss didnât mean anything, did it? Maybe she was making too much of this. If he wasnât really attracted to her, then she had nothing to fear from spending time alone with him, did she?
Or did spending time with him scare her? Because if she went to bed with him and conceived his child, she would have to leave himâforever.
Three
O n Thursday, despite her efforts to leave work on time, Jennifer was running late. As she thought of all she had to do at home, panic set in. She hadnât packed the first thing for the trip to Vermont, which meant she was going to be up half the night getting ready. Until today, sheâd believed she could figure out a way to get out of going.
Fat chance. Once sheâd agreed to go, Alex had been so excited about the trip heâd insisted on taking her shopping. By the time theyâd left the ski store on Tuesday, sheâd been completely outfitted for the weekend.
Though trapped into going, sheâd done her best to put thoughts of seducing Alex out of her mind. Until lunch with Casey yesterday, sheâd done a good job. Her friend had encouraged Jennifer to stop fighting her feelings for Alex and to live for the moment.
Just think of the fun you could have. And if youâre lucky, a passionate weekend could solve your maternal dilemma, her friend had said.
Jennifer had immediately put a stop to Caseyâs musings. She wasnât anything like Casey. She couldnât just make love with Alex, then forget what it was like to be with him. To convince herself she was serious about keeping their relationship professional, sheâd gone ahead and contacted a fertility clinic to begin the process of being artificially inseminated. Though it was an impersonal way to become pregnant, it would solve her problem with little risk to her job or her heart.
Money wasnât a problem. Alex paid her well, and with little time to enjoy spending it, sheâd wisely invested her savings. Her obstacle was a lot more difficult than money.
There was no one special in her life.
For the past year sheâd felt an emptiness inside, felt as if something vital was missing. Every day she listened as co-workers shared exploits from their lives. About their husbands. Their children. They recounted stories of first walks, ball games and dance recitals. They talked about problems, too, but Jennifer always heard the love in their voices.
She needed something more. Having grown up in a large, loving family, sheâd always felt anchored. Until now.
Her motherâs call earlier in the day had only added undue pressure. Her sister was pregnant with her third child. Jennifer was happy for Lil, really she was, but she was jealous, too. Her sister already had a beautiful two-year-old daughter and a precocious five-year-old son.
Jennifer wanted a baby of her own.
She tucked a strand of her hair back into the twisted bun behind her head. Without a man in her life, it wasnât going to happen. When was the last time