Alex wondered how he knew so much about the biology of pregnancy as she unwrapped the long, dry biscotti and tried a nibble. It seemed safe. A sip of the peppermint tea confirmed it. “Thanks. I think we’re good.”
His shoulders relaxed. “I’m glad. I’d hate to have a repeat of earlier.”
She laughed a bit. “You’ll have to find another method for your next damsel in distress.”
Connor sipped his coffee, sucking in his lips as the hot liquid burned. “You seemed to need it. Plus my grandmother would flay me alive if I didn’t help a lady in need.”
“I thought chivalry was dead.”
“Not quite.” His smile was thin. “And this way I can procrastinate.”
“I beg your pardon?” She put down her mug and stared at him.
“I have a meeting this afternoon. I’d rather spend the afternoon shovelling… Well, you get the idea. I’m simply not looking forward to it.”
“Why?”
He avoided her prying eyes and stared out the window. “It’s a long story.” He turned back. “What about you? What are your plans for you and your baby?”
She took another long drink of tea to settle the anxiety brewing in her belly. “Our plans are pretty open. I’m working, for now. Trying to figure out what to do next. It’s temporary.”
“You’re not from here. I can tell by your accent.”
“No. Ottawa.”
He smiled. “I thought I sensed a little Ontario,” he teased. “But there are so many easterners here now that for all I knew you could have lived here for years.”
“Three weeks, two days and twenty-two hours,” she replied. “I’m working at the Pig’s Whistle Pub for now.” She needed to find something else, something with better hours. But her tips were good and she’d have a hard time finding a boss as accommodating as Pete had been.
He didn’t have to answer for her to know what he was thinking. It was a dead-end job and hardly one she could support herself and a baby on. She knew right away she’d said too much.
His brow furrowed a little and she somehow felt she’d failed a test. Which was ridiculous. He didn’t even know her,
and they wouldn’t meet again, so his opinion shouldn’t matter at all. She was working on coming up with a solution. Just because she hadn’t come up with one yet didn’t mean she wouldn’t. Heck, she’d been finding her way out of scrapes for years. This one was going to take a little more ingenuity, that was all.
It was time to end this whole meet and greet thing. She pushed away her tea. “Listen, thanks for helping this afternoon and for the tea. But I should get going.”
She stood to leave and he rose, reaching into his pocket.
“Here,” he offered, holding out a card. “If you need anything, call me.”
“Why would I do that?”
His face flattened and he stepped back at her sharp tone. “I’d like to be of help if I can. I’m at Windover Ranch, just north of Sundre.”
She had no idea where Sundre was and had no plan of discovering the wonders of Windover Ranch, so she figured there’d be no harm in responding to his solicitude by being polite. She tucked the small white card into her jeans pocket.
“Thanks for the offer. It was nice meeting you, Connor.”
She held out her hand, and he took it firmly.
Her eyes darted up to his and locked.
Another time, another place. She lost herself momentarily in their chocolaty depths. Perhaps in different circumstances she might have wanted to get to know him better. It was just her luck that she’d fainted in front of the first hot guy she’d seen in a good long time.
And it was the height of irony to meet someone like him, when she was obviously unavailable. She was pretty sure that being pregnant with another man’s child was probably number one on a guy’s “not in this lifetime” list.
“Goodbye,” she whispered, pulling her hand away from his grasp.