Baby at His Convenience. Kathie DeNosky

to tighten further, and he had to force himself to look away.

      “Katie’s a right pretty girl, ain’t she?” Harv asked with a knowing smile.

      “I hadn’t noticed,” Jeremiah lied, trying to sound indifferent. He failed miserably. He knew it and so did Harv.

      Suddenly feeling the need to run like hell, Jeremiah stood up and reached for his wallet. “I’m not very hungry today, Harv. I think I’m going to skip lunch and try my luck in the stream behind the cabin. Maybe I’ll catch a couple of rainbow trout for supper.” Removing a couple of bills, he tossed the money on the table. “This is for the waitress’s trouble. When she comes back to bring my tea, tell her to cancel my order.”

      “Her name’s Katie Andrews,” Harv said, his wrinkled face splitting into a wide grin. “And in case anybody cares to know, she’s single.”

      Refusing to comment, Jeremiah took his sunglasses out of the pocket of his T-shirt and put them on. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Harv.”

      He purposely avoided looking at Katie as he wove his way through the tables and walked to the door. Once he was outside, he settled himself on the leather seat of his motorcycle and finally released his pent-up breath.

      What the hell had gotten into him? Why did he suddenly have the irresistible urge to watch every move Katie Andrews made?

      She for damned sure wasn’t the kind of woman he normally preferred. He liked his women brazenly sexy, shamelessly uninhibited in the bedroom and as commitment-shy as he was. It kept things simple and uncomplicated that way.

      But Katie wasn’t the kind of woman that a man loved, then left without a backward glance. Hell, everything about her shouted stability and permanence—the very things he’d spent his entire adult life trying to avoid. So why did he find her so damned fascinating?

      He shook his head. He wasn’t sure, but what he needed right now was to put as much distance between himself and Katie Andrews as possible.

      Starting his Harley, he backed it out of the parking space, then pulled onto the road that led up the side of Piney Knob Mountain. He needed the quiet solitude of his rented cabin, where life was simple and he wouldn’t be reminded of all the things that he didn’t want and knew damned well he’d never have.

      Frowning, Katie tucked the twenty dollars Jeremiah had left on the table into the pocket of her apron. She’d have to see that he got the money back the next time he came in for lunch.

      Walking to the window behind the counter, she picked up the piece of paper with his order on it and tore it in half. “Helen, don’t bother making up that plate of chicken and dumplings for Jeremiah. He’s changed his mind and won’t be eating with us today.”

      “He won’t?” Helen looked dumbfounded. “That’s the first time Silent Sam has missed eatin’ lunch here since he rolled into town.”

      “His name is Jeremiah,” Katie said as she turned her attention back to her duties.

      The woman gave her a grin that set Katie’s teeth on edge. “That’s what you keep tellin’ me.”

      Doing her best to ignore her friend’s teasing, Katie started another pot of coffee and tidied up behind the counter. Until today, she hadn’t paid much attention to the man who’d cruised into town a little over two months ago on his shiny motorcycle. But in the past half hour her thoughts seemed to have been consumed with him.

      From the day he’d first strolled into the café, she’d noticed how ruggedly handsome he was, and how his voice was sexy enough to turn a chunk of granite into a puddle of gravy. A woman would have to be comatose not to notice those things about him.

      But she hadn’t realized how physically well-built he was, or how his biceps strained the knit fabric of the T-shirts he always wore. When he’d caught her to keep her from falling, she’d been struck speechless at the feel of his rock-hard muscles holding her so securely to his solid frame.

      Her cheeks heated at how she’d just sat there on his lap staring at him like a complete ninny. But she’d been thoroughly mesmerized by what she’d seen in his dark brown gaze. Jeremiah Gunn was intelligent, compassionate and, if paying for a meal he’d ordered but didn’t eat was any indication, extremely honest.

      “All the things I’d like to pass on to my child,” she murmured thoughtfully.

      Katie caught her breath and quickly looked around to see if anyone had heard her, or noticed the heat she felt coloring her cheeks. Why on earth had the thought even entered her mind? Was she so desperate to have a baby that she’d started looking at complete strangers as father material?

      She shook her head. There would be plenty of time after she closed the café to consider her options. Not that Jeremiah Gunn was, or ever would be one of them.

      But two hours later, as she stepped out of the Blue Bird and locked the door behind her, she couldn’t seem to get the big man off her mind. He had everything she could want for her child—intelligence, a well-proportioned body and good looks.

      “Forget it,” she muttered to herself as she pulled the colorful pamphlet Dr. Braden had given her out of her shoulder bag. Surely she could find someone at the Lancaster Sperm Bank down in Chattanooga with the same attributes.

      As she continued to gaze at the little booklet, she frowned. She wasn’t sure that choosing her baby’s father from a list of donors in a database was something she wanted to do. She suspected it would feel a lot like she was making a purchase from a mail-order catalog when it came time to select the donor based on a list of their physical characteristics and personality traits.

      Lost in thought, she stuffed the booklet back into her bag and started walking down the side of the tree-lined road toward the house she’d lived in all of her life. She barely noticed how the early June sunshine filtered through the leaves, or how the flame azaleas, rhododendrons and mountain laurel added splashes of orange, hot pink and white to the lush green foliage on the side of Piney Knob Mountain. Nor did she pay attention to an occasional car honking a greeting as it drove by. And she wasn’t the least bit worried about being run down.

      Most of the time, a person could walk down the center of the road from one end of town to the other and never encounter a vehicle from either direction. And as far as she was concerned, it was testament to the fact that Dixie Ridge, Tennessee, was far too small to consider asking any of its male residents to help her with her problem.

      Katie sighed. Most of the men she knew were married anyway, and the few who were still single already had fiancées or girlfriends. She couldn’t ask any of them to help her have a baby. Somehow, she had a feeling the women in their lives would have a real problem with that.

      A feeling of resignation began to fill her. At this point, it looked like the sperm bank was her only choice. It wasn’t like eligible prospects were growing on trees around Dixie Ridge. Other than Jeremiah, Homer Parsons was about the only other bachelor in town. And he was ninety years old and had been claimed by Miss Millie Rogers over sixty years ago.

      And even though Jeremiah Gunn had every trait she wanted for her child, she would never in a million years be able to work up the courage to ask him to help her. What would she say?

      “Mr. Gunn, here’s your lunch. And by the way, would you mind stopping by the Dixie Ridge Clinic this afternoon, look at a magazine or watch a video, and make a donation in a plastic cup in order for me to have a baby?”

      As she unlocked the back door and let herself into the house, her cheeks felt as if they were on fire. He’d think she was completely insane.

      Two

      “Harv, what do you say we call it a day?” Jeremiah called as he wound in his line. “It looks like they’ve stopped biting and by the time I fillet these trout, it’ll be time to fry them for supper.”

      As soon as he’d returned from the diner, Jeremiah had pulled on his waders, grabbed his fly rod and trudged out into