A Baby in the Bargain. Victoria Pade

than the suburban dream he promised. And now that it seems as if you’re going to do so much of what should have been done then, we know that H.J. would want your great-grandfather honored by helping in some way.”

      “Some token way—like a measly park?”

      A park or whatever, Jani thought. She just needed to make enough of a connection with this man to get to know him, find out what actually happened to his family post-H.J. and learn if there were any other ways the Camdens could make up for the past.

      “You were quoted in the newspaper saying something about a park in Lakeview,” she continued. “That’s the only reason we’re suggesting that. If there’s something else that we could do, something that you would rather have the Thatcher name on, we could certainly talk about it.”

      “We could, could we?” he said sarcastically. “The high-and-mighty Camdens would allow that?”

      She hadn’t said it that way and she certainly hadn’t meant it that way.

      “Mr. Thatcher…” she said, hoping that calling him that would show her respect.

      But that was as far as she got.

      “Gideon,” he corrected as if she were insulting him in some way to use the formality, and Jani realized that she couldn’t win.

      “Gideon,” she amended patiently. “We just want to do what we can to help Lakeview finally become what it should have, and we want to do it in the name of your great-grandfather.”

      “It sure as hell wouldn’t be in the name of Camden.”

      “Whatever we do can be absolutely anonymous. We aren’t looking for any kind of credit—”

      “And you aren’t going to get any.”

      Oh, he really did have a grudge against them. It seemed as if the mission to makes amends had been so much simpler for her brother Cade, who had ended up meeting the love of his life when he’d accomplished the first of these tasks a few months ago.

      But rather than a repeat of that scenario, here Jani was, standing on a downtown Denver street being glared at by a man incited to fury by the mention of her family name. And she had something that was so much more important to her that she wanted to be putting her time and energy into. That she needed to be putting her time and energy into.

      But she, like the rest of her siblings and cousins, was devoted to the grandmother who had raised them all. And since Georgianna had asked that they each accept whichever of these undertakings she assigned them, Jani was stuck. She had to make the best of this.

      “We don’t want credit,” she assured him, “we only want to contribute in any way that you see fit to honor your great-grandfather.”

      Gideon Thatcher went on staring at her, studying her as if he were trying to see through to the truth he seemed to think was behind what she was saying.

      But there was nothing for him to see through because what Jani had said was the truth.

      “Please. If you’d just think about it. It can be on your terms…” she told him in all honesty.

      “My terms…” he echoed.

      “Absolutely.”

      His eyes narrowed even more at her, and she knew he wasn’t convinced.

      But maybe something he saw in her helped a little because after what seemed like an interminable pause, he actually conceded. “I’ll think about it.”

      Jani thought that was as good as it was going to get at that point, and she jumped on it.

      She rummaged in the jumble of her purse until she found a pen and the small case that held her business cards. When she had them in hand, she wrote her cell phone number and her home phone number on the back of the card—wondering even as she did if he really needed her home phone number, yet inclined to give it to him anyway.

      Not for any personal reason, she told herself. Only to make sure he knew that she meant everything she’d said and wanted to be accommodating. Whether he was a great-looking guy or not, she wouldn’t want to get involved with someone predisposed to despising her even if she had the time to spend on that. Which she didn’t.

      When she finished jotting on the back of the card, she handed it to him. “These are all the numbers where I can be reached—day or night, whatever is convenient for you…”

      Gideon Thatcher glanced at the card he held in a hand that was big and strong-looking—somehow one of the sexiest hands Jani had ever taken notice of. Al-though she wasn’t quite sure what constituted a sexy hand…

      “January Camden,” he read out loud.

      “Jani—you can call me Jani. My friends and family do.”

      He raised those iridescent green eyes to her again and while the hostility was gone from his expression, what had replaced it was something that let her know that if he took her up on her offer he would make it a challenge for her.

      Then he confirmed her hunch by saying, “You’re going to be sorry that you approached me today, January. If I decide to take your guilty-conscience money it’ll be for a lot more than a park. In the name of Frank-lin Thatcher and the community of Lakeview, I’ll make sure your bottom line feels some pain.”

      Jani held her head high. “We’re serious about wanting to honor your great-grandfather in whatever way you think best. I hope you’ll be in touch soon.”

      “Soon enough,” he said ominously.

      Jani wasn’t sure how to respond to that. But since he was still standing there staring at her she thought that it was up to her to bring this meeting to a conclusion, so she said, “I’ll let you get on your way, then. I’m parked right over there…”

      He glanced at the car she’d indicated then back at her, and it crossed her mind to offer a parting handshake the way she might at the end of a business meeting.

      But the moment the thought flitted through her brain she realized that she liked the idea of making physical contact with him a little too much. That something in her was overly eager to experience the feel of that hand she’d found sexy.

      It was weird. And she didn’t think it was wise to give in to it.

      So she merely said a perfunctory, “Thanks for your time.”

      “Uh-huh” was his only answer.

      He continued to stand there and Jani realized that, in the same way he’d helped with her spilled purse, he might be begrudgingly offering her the courtesy of making sure she got safely to her car. So that was where she headed.

      It was unsettling, though, to have his gaze remain on her while she rummaged a third time in her purse for her car keys, unlocked her door and got behind the wheel.

      More unsettling still when she started the engine and cast a glance out the passenger window to see that Gideon Thatcher had gone on watching her even now that she was safely locked in.

      Didn’t he trust her to keep her word enough to drive away? Because suspicion was clearly in his expression, as if he were wondering what exactly she was up to.

       Don’t worry, I’m a good person…

      And she wanted him to know that.

      In fact it surprised her to discover how much she wanted him to know that.

      Almost as much as she wished that the way he’d looked at her before he’d heard her name had been the way he’d kept looking at her.

      But none of that was important, she told herself. She had a job to do for the family and that was all this was. And when it was over she would get on with her plans to have a baby and that would be that for Gideon Thatcher.

      Yet as she finally pulled out into a break in traffic and saw him turn and head in the opposite