she had to do was to invite him back to her room. He was a smart man. She wouldnât have to hit him with a brick for him to figure out why. âIf I had, they would have wanted to know who I was going with.â
âAnd you didnât want them to know you were going with me?â Alex asked, his tone betraying a hint of annoyance.
The bells on the sleigh jingled delightfully against the wood as it made a wide turn. She looked at Alex. âNo,â she admitted. Her parents would have warned her that going away with her boss was a bad idea, something she already knew. âI realize how ridiculous that sounds, but I care very much about what my parents think of me. They would have gotten the wrong idea.â
âWhat? That we were going to shack up together?â Alex teased.
âAlex!â Jennifer playfully pinched him on his neck. Then she sobered. âWell, yes.â Her cheeks warmed as she made the admission. âMy parents have very old-fashioned values.â Theyâd be truly disappointed in her if she went through with her plan to seduce Alex to getpregnant. And heartbroken. But they also loved her, so however she conceived, she knew theyâd love her child. âThey keep reminding me Tony is getting married next year and Greg is seriously dating someone. No doubt theyâll get engaged, too.â
âLet me guess,â Alex said, giving her a knowing look. âYour parents want to see you settled down.â
She nodded. âItâs been a regular topic of conversation when I visit. Apparently three grandchildren arenât enough. They want all of their offspring to add more.â And she wanted to. She really did. Life just didnât seem to be cooperating. âDo your parents ever put pressure on you?â
His jaw muscle flinched. âI donât see my parents enough for them to try to influence me.â
âReally?â
âMy father isnât the typical grandfather type.â
âThatâs a shame,â she said quietly. âWhat about your mother?â
âWe donât have much of a relationship. I havenât heard from her in about six months.â
âSix months?â She couldnât imagine anything more sad than a mother not sharing a loving relationship with her child. Sure, she got aggravated with her parents sometimes, but they loved her. And she loved and respected them. âDo you try to talk to her?â
âIâve called her a few times, butâ¦â He shrugged, his expression indifferent. He was smart enough to know his motherâs nurturing well was dry. Why he bothered to go back to it was a mystery to him. âShe doesnât care about me. She never has.â Alex surprised himself by admitting something so private to Jennifer.
âWhy do you say that?â she asked, her gaze searching his face. His eyes held a sadness she wanted to kiss away.
âShe left me with my father when they divorced. I was ten. She said I would cramp her lifestyle.â Not wanting her to see how much it cost him to admit the truth to her, he made work of putting the thermos away. When he sat back, he rested his arm behind her on the seat.
Jennifer had seen that flash of disillusionment cross his eyes before heâd concealed it. Taken aback by his admission, she figured it was no wonder Alex was so detached. He didnât know how to love because heâd never been loved. âOh, Alex. Iâm sorry. I canât even imagine what that must feel like.â
âIt doesnât matter. I donât spend time thinking about it.â Even as he said the words, he knew in his heart heâd lied. Heâd never had the kind of family Jennifer had grown up with. The love and respect in her voice when she talked about her family seemed foreign to him. It was easier not to be hurt when you didnât expect anything from anyone.
Jenniferâs belief in family and