Free A Bear's Baby by Vanessa Devereaux Page B

light.
    “Actor?
A famous one?” asked Jenna.
    “A-lister,
but he made me promise I wouldn’t reveal his identity.”
    “Really?”
    Brady
nodded. “Lots of them have homes around here. They’ve pushed up the price of
real estate in these parts. Let’s take a look for a good red wine.”
    Brady
fingered some of the bottles, pulling out one or two and reading the labels.
    “I
heard this was a great year for red wines in France.”
    He
held it up to show her the black bottle with a red label.
    “Then
I’ll try that.”
    “Now
I’m in the mood for some red wine, too. Maybe I’ll grab a couple and I won’t
have to come back down here again.”
    They
walked back into the kitchen. Jenna saw Brady’s dance shoes cleaned and shiny,
and smiled. The other night they’d been splattered with slush and dirt.
    “Are
you learning all the ballroom dances, or just the tango? Which I have to say, it
looked like you’d nailed it.”
    “Nope,
I still have to get my moves right. So far I’ve learned the waltz, the quick
step and the jive.”
    “Wow.
Where are you planning to use all your new skills?”
    “Social
events … maybe.” He un-popped the cork and poured her a glass of wine. “Let’s
take these and go sit in front of the fire.”
    That
sounded heavenly. She walked behind him. He switched on the fire and flames instantly
danced around the artificial logs.
    “You
mind if I sit on the floor to drink this?” asked Jenna.
    “Make
yourself at home. In fact, I might even join you.”
    Brady
sat beside her and they sipped the wine.
    “Whoever
the A-Lister was, he had great taste in wine,” said Jenna.
    “Probably
an assistant or someone chose it. Pampered bunch of people.”
    Jenna
leaned sideways and rested her face on chin on her hand. “This is a beautiful
home,” she said, looking up at the chandelier that was bigger than her entire
living room. Sparkling lights from its crystals played on the ceiling.
    “Yeah.
I have lot of space and I like being out in the middle of nowhere. I can run
whenever I want, too.”
    “My
father used to have a hunting cabin on the other side of Kalispell.”
    “I
don’t hunt and I hope you don’t either,” said Brady.
    She
shook her head. David never had either, and her father should have left it at
that. “No, I don’t,” she said. “I’m more the stay at home and read a good book
type of girl.”
    Brady
smiled. “This house even has a library. If you want to wander up there later
and take a look around, you’re welcome to take any book you want.”
    “Stocked
by the A-Lister like the wine cellar?”
    “Some
of them, sure, but most are my own collection. Someone told me to invest in
first editions. I’ve always loved books and it made sense.” Brady moved to his
side and also rested his chin on his hands. Handsome, sexy, intellectual.
    What more could a
woman ask for in a baby daddy?
    “What
was it you wanted to ask me? You said you needed a favor?”
    Jenna
thought it would be easy to just ask if she could use his sperm for her IVF. No
strings attached, and he wouldn’t have to pay child support. No obligation to
either her or the baby.   She circled the
rim of the wine glass with her index finger, the noise singing out in the
sudden silence in the room.
    Suddenly
she couldn’t bring herself to do it. What if he said no? Their client-attorney
relationship would be strained. He might even take his business elsewhere and
he’d every right to that. She couldn’t risk it.
    “I
was wondering if you’d like to stop by my house for drinks on Christmas Day. It
will just be me and my brother.”
    “I’d
love to. I’d like to meet your brother.”
    Now
what had she done? She’d have to prepare him for David. And how would David
react to a complete stranger stopping by?
    “That’s
great,” she said.
    He
poured her more wine. Her face was flushed from being close to the fire. The
wine was making her sleepy and a little horny, too.
    She
reached out and ran