Brides, Babies And Billionaires. Rebecca Winters
on some weird diet, or something, are you?”
She sighed. He was going to have to know sooner or later. “No, Dad. Not a diet. Actually, I have a bit of news for you.”
“What’s that? You’re not going to tell me you’re pregnant, are you?” He said it jokingly, but his face sobered when he saw Sally’s expression.
“Well, that rather takes the wind out of my sails,” she said softly.
“Really? You’re making me a grandpa?” Orson’s face lit up.
It wasn’t the reaction she’d expected. After all, as far as he knew, she wasn’t even in a relationship with anyone, and he’d always made his thoughts on the challenges of sole parenthood quite clear. It was probably another reason why he’d supported Sandy Tanner and Kirk the way he had.
“Apparently,” she admitted ruefully.
“Was that the reason for your fainting spell at work yesterday?”
She nodded.
“So you managed the speaking part okay?”
What was wrong with him? Why wasn’t he demanding to know who the father of his grandchild was? She nodded again.
“That’s great news, honey! And a baby, too.”
He leaned back in his chair and smiled beatifically.
“You’re not bothered by that, Dad?” Sally had to ask because his lack of questions was driving her crazy. She’d expected a full inquisition. Had mentally prepared for one all day, knowing she wouldn’t keep this secret from her father for long.
“Bothered by the baby? No, why should I be?”
“But don’t you want to know—”
Her father leaned toward her and patted her on the hand. “It’s okay, honey, I know where babies come from these days. I expect you got tired of waiting for Mr. Right and decided to go with one of those designer baby outfits. Of course, I’m sorry you didn’t feel as though you could discuss it with me first but—”
Sally had been in the process of taking a drink of water and all but snorted it out her nose.
“Dad!”
“Well, it’s not as if you have a regular guy, is it? I’d hoped you might meet someone special when you were at college, like I did with your mom, but that’s neither here nor there. Looks like you’ll be moving home sooner rather than later, huh?” He rubbed his hands with glee.
“Why would I do that?”
“Well, you don’t have room in that cute little apartment of yours, do you?”
Sally rolled her eyes. What was it with everyone lately that they wanted to make all her decisions for her? First Kirk, now her dad—didn’t anyone think she was capable of looking after herself?
“There’s plenty of time to think about that, Dad. Besides, I can always get a bigger place of my own.”
“But why on earth would you need to when we have all the room in the world here?”
It was about then that Sally noticed another place setting at the table.
“Were you expecting someone else?” she asked.
Just then, the chime of the front door echoed through the house.
“He’s late, but he called ahead and said not to hold dinner.”
“He?”
She didn’t have to wait long to find out who he was. Within about thirty seconds of the door chime sounding, Jennifer showed Kirk into the dining room. Great, just what she needed.
“Good to see you, Kirk!” Orson said effusively, standing to shake Kirk’s hand. “About time there was someone here who can share a celebratory champagne toast with me. I’m going to be a grandpa! Isn’t that great news?”
Kirk looked at Sally, and she suddenly understood the expression “deer caught in the headlights.”
“Dad, you know you shouldn’t have more than your one glass of red wine a day. Doctor’s orders, remember?” she cautioned, desperate to shift focus to something other than her pregnancy, especially since she and Kirk had agreed to keep it quiet for now.
“Just a half a glass isn’t going to kill me. This is cause for celebration, whether you know who the daddy is or not.”
“Know who the father is?” Kirk asked with a pointed look in her direction.
“I know exactly who the father is,” Sally felt compelled to say.
“You do? Is it someone I know?” Orson asked, looking from Sally to Kirk and back again as he began to sense the tension between them.
“It is,” Kirk said firmly and straightened his shoulders. “It’s me. I’m the father.”
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