The Heir Affair. Cat Schield

      “Why?” Kyle got the car started and pulled out of the parking lot before glancing her way. “I thought this was just routine.”

      “It is. But they look for certain things. I can’t help but wonder what they might find.”

      “What are they going to look for?” Kyle’s brow creased.

      Melody instantly regretted sharing her concerns. The last thing she wanted to do was freak out Kyle. He’d only just learned about the baby and probably hadn’t yet come to terms with becoming a father and now she was heaping new concerns onto the pile.

      “They’ll check the heartbeat and determine my due date.”

      “None of that sounds too bad.”

      “Nooo.” She drew the word out. “And then they’ll look to make sure everything looks normal. Two arms. Two legs. That the organs are developing okay.” There were just so many things that could be wrong. And so many things that could be right. When had she become such a pessimist?

      “Is there any reason to think anything will be missing?”

      His faint note of teasing as he asked the question lightened Melody’s mood. She was being anxious for no good reason.

      “Of course not. I guess it’s just going to be more real after today.”

      And Kyle would be beside her as they both saw their baby for the first time. It roused all the things she so badly wanted but was afraid she might never get. For the last several weeks, since she’d learned she was pregnant, she’d been so focused on what was wrong with their relationship that she hadn’t thought about all the things that had once been right.

      She’d braced herself to be a single mom, not even giving Kyle the benefit of the doubt. Because of the way her father had often treated her, she’d been quick to expect Kyle to disappoint her. If she anticipated Kyle not wanting to be a father, then it wouldn’t hurt as much when that was what happened.

      Automatically going on the defensive certainly wasn’t fair to Kyle. Or herself. Or their baby.

      “There’s no going back,” she said.

      He shot her a curious look. “Do you want to go back?”

      “You didn’t ask for this.”

      “Did you?”

      “You mean did I try to get pregnant?” Melody wasn’t sure how to take his question.

      “I wasn’t asking if you deliberately became pregnant,” he said and then sighed. He reached for her hand. “I was merely reflecting your question back at you.”

      His matter-of-fact reaction to their situation should be the perfect balm for her agitation, but for some reason she was finding his encouragement annoying. At the same time, his fingers gave a little squeeze and she found herself torn between wanting to fight with him and needing to give in to his attempt to connect with her.

      “If I’ve learned anything in the last year it’s that it’s really hard to maintain relationships while on the road. I thought a lot about what would happen if I decide to take my career seriously. I’d be traveling a lot on tour and making appearances. That sort of life is hard on everyone.”

      “And you’re worried that you can’t have your career and a baby.” He didn’t voice the obvious question: whether she’d intended to choose between her career and continuing her relationship with him. “I think you can do it all.” A pause. “If you want to.”

      This was the decision she was dreading. Did she want it all? A family? A career? Her feelings for Kyle hadn’t changed, but things were so much more complicated these days.

      “Do you want to give us another shot?” she asked, her heart thudding hard against her ribs.

      “I think we owe it to ourselves to do so, don’t you?”

      “I do.”

      He didn’t seem all that happy with her answer, however. “Just tell me one thing. Would you have been willing to work things out if you weren’t pregnant?”

      “Yes, because if I didn’t, there would always be something unfinished hanging between us.”

      He waited a long time before answering. “That’s fair. But you should probably know I wanted you back before I knew you were pregnant.”

      “Even though you didn’t trust me?”

      And there was the crux of their whole problem.

      “I was wrong to think you and Hunter got together.”

      She could tell that declaration had required a great deal of effort, but it wasn’t enough. “And yet last night you were wondering if I knew which of you was the father of my baby.”

       Three

      Kyle knew he deserved her sarcasm and let it slide off rather than get defensive. “It was the roses and that weird card that threw me off.”

      “It was pretty weird, but it was probably just a screwup on the florist’s part. Maybe they neglected to add the person’s signature to the card. It could be from any number of people.”

      “You don’t think it’s unusual that someone sent you a dozen red roses?” The last thing he should be doing was arguing with her.

      “Okay, it’s freaking me out that I don’t know who sent them. But it was a nice gesture.”

      Melody might not think the roses came from Hunter, but Kyle was pretty sure he’d sent them.

      “Can we forget about the flowers?” Melody continued, smoothing her hands over her knees. “I want to focus on this appointment. I’m really glad you came along today.”

      “So am I.” But even as he spoke, Kyle recognized it was going to take more than accompanying her to a doctor’s appointment before the tension eased between them.

      He would have to make an effort to put his doubts to rest and get back in Melody’s good graces. If that required romantic gestures like flowers and candlelit dinners, he would do whatever it took.

      “You can take a right at the driveway coming up.” Melody pointed the way into a parking lot beside a plain five-story building.

      “You’ve been here before?”

      “A couple times.”

      “So, you are planning to have the baby in Las Vegas.”

      Melody’s mouth opened, but no words came out. She bit her lip and stared down at her hands. “It makes sense.”

      “But your life is in LA. With me.” Or at least it had been before she’d gone on tour.

      “We haven’t really lived together these last nine months,” she said.

      “When I encouraged you to go on the tour, I thought you’d be coming back. All your stuff is still in my house.”

      “I just need a little time.”

      “How much time?”

      “I don’t know.”

      Kyle parked the car before responding. “I don’t like living in limbo.”

      “Then maybe we should break up.”

      This wasn’t at all what he expected her to say. “Where is this coming from?”

      “I just don’t know where we stand anymore. We’re not dating. We’re not living together. Are we even still friends?”

      Her bald statement of the facts as she saw them swept his feet out from under him. It was as if his world had tilted and his head connected with the pavement. His thoughts grew