Diana Palmer Quote

Are you a relative of her late husband? the woman asked.His eyes widened. I beg your pardon?It must be so hard for her, pregnant and just widowed, the middle-aged woman continued. We’ve all done what we could to make her happy here. Mr. Johnson, the curator, is a widower himself. He’s already sweet on her. But you’re probably anxious to see Mrs. Peterson. Shall I ring her and let her know you’re coming?Tate’s eyes were blazing. No, he said with forced politeness. I want to surprise her!He stalked out, leaving the rented vehicle where it was as he trudged through the small layer of snow and glared contemptuously at the cars sliding around in the street as they passed. This little bit of snow was nothing compared to the six-foot snowdrifts on the reservation. Southerners, he considered, must not get much winter precipitation if this little bit of white dust paralyzed traffic!As for Cecily’s mythical dead husband, he considered, going up the walkway to the small brick structure where she lived, he was about to make a startling, resurrected appearance!He knocked on the door and waited.There was an irritated murmur beyond the closed door and the sound of a lock being unfastened. The door opened and a wan Cecily looked straight into his eyes.He managed to get inside the screen door and catch her before she passed out.She came to on the sofa with Tate sitting beside her, smoothing back her disheveled hair. The nausea climbed into her throat and, fortunately, stayed there. She looked at him with helpless delight, wishing she could hide what the sight of him was doing to her after so many empty, lonely weeks.He didn’t speak. He touched her hair, her forehead, her eyes, her nose, her mouth, with fingers that seemed bent on memorizing her. Then his hands went to the robe carelessly fastened over her cotton nightdress and pushed it aside. He touched her belly, his face radiant as he registered the very visible and tangible signs of her condition.When did we make him? he asked without preamble.She felt her world dissolve. He knew about the baby. Of course. That was why he was here.He met her eyes, found hostility and bitter disillusionment in them. His hand pressed down over her belly. I would have come even if I hadn’t known about the baby, he said at once.The baby is mine.And mine.Audrey is not getting her avaricious little hands on my child…!