Jeff lay in the darkness, listening to the silence in the house. Ashley had left him several hours before. While he knew what had gone wrong, he didn’t know how to fix the situation. Was he supposed to go after her? Should he try to explain? Except what was there to say?
She wanted a piece of his heart. He’d figured out that much. He would have offered all of it, had it been his to give. But that tender organ had long since died, leaving him only a hollow shell of a man. There had been no other way to survive the horrors of what he’d seen and experienced. He’d ruthlessly cut out any delicate feelings because they were dangerous. He’d had to become a machine to survive. Now he was in a situation that required him to be a tender man and he no longer remembered how.
He rose and walked to the window. The night sky was surprisingly clear. He studied the stars as if the answers could be found there. Cold seeped in through the glass. He shivered.
Suddenly the coldness came from within. It was thick and dark and froze him to the center of his being.
She would leave him now.
Jeff leaned his forehead against the cool glass and held in the cry of anguish. No, he thought. She couldn’t go. If she left, he would not survive. He could not. Without her he would turn into the robot of his nightmares. Without her he wouldn’t have a chance.
Hurrying, he left his room and found his way to hers. The light was off, but she wasn’t asleep. He could hear the soft sound of her weeping. Without saying anything, he climbed into her bed and pulled her close. She came to him willingly, holding him tight, pressing her cheek against his chest.
“Stay,” she whispered.
“I will. Just don’t leave me.”
He breathed in the scent of her, the heat of her, needing her to chase away the chill. But the ice lingered, fueled by her tears and his knowledge that nothing had been resolved.
Chapter 15
Three days later Ashley was just as hurt and confused as she’d been when she first realized that Jeff didn’t love her. What was she supposed to do? Stay with him? Marry him anyway, knowing that he didn’t love her? They were going to have a child together, which meant something to her. She thought it meant something to him. And Maggie adored him.
She pushed aside her accounting theory textbook and rose to her feet. With all the emotional conflict in her life, she was having a difficult time studying. Maybe a break would help.
She went in search of Jeff and Maggie. He’d offered to take care of her daughter for the evening, giving Ashley time to study. She’d appreciated the offer and had accepted. Not only so she could hit the books, but because she found it difficult to be with Jeff these days. She kept trying to figure out what he was thinking and feeling.
As far as she was concerned, the formula was simple. If he didn’t love her, she wasn’t staying. They could work out some kind of arrangement for their child later, but she wouldn’t be married to a man who didn’t love her. So why was she still here? What was she waiting for? Was it inertia, or something more? Was she stalling for time because she was hoping for a miracle, or did she really believe that Jeff’s feelings were deeper than he realized?
Ironically, while her life before Jeff had been more difficult financially, in other ways it had been a whole lot easier. Her choices had been simple. Now she found herself deciding one minute to stay because she couldn’t imagine life without Jeff, then the next minute, telling herself they would leave in the morning.
She walked into the family room. Jeff and Maggie sat on the floor, her daughter on his lap, his back pressed against the sofa. They were watching a cartoon movie based on the Tarzan legend.
Maggie was draped across Jeff, her head leaning trustingly against his chest. One of his big hands rested on her belly and she absently tugged on his fingers. On the floor lay a half-dozen dolls in various stages of dress, surrounded by scattered clothes. Obviously they’d been playing one of Maggie’s favorite games of pretend: Fashion Show.
Ashley couldn’t help smiling as she imagined Jeff fumbling with the miniature fastenings of the small but intricate clothing. Yet she knew without having been in the room that he’d been patient with Maggie, following her lead and making her feel special. She knew that he would have little interest in the Tarzan movie, yet he would watch it as if it was a matter of world peace. That next week he would willingly watch it again.
She leaned against the door frame and folded her arms over her chest. She wanted answers. Ashley shook her head. No. She wanted a sure thing. She wanted to know that Jeff was the one. As if there were only one perfect person. She didn’t want to make a mistake; she didn’t want another loser in her life.
She wanted him to promise that he would love her forever. And when he couldn’t say the words, she wanted to leave him. But what about his actions? What about the fact that when it had really counted, he’d show up for both her and Maggie? What about every kind thing he’d done? What about how he’d taken her into his world, afraid it would drive her away, yet needing her to see the truth of what he did? What about him wanting to marry her because he’d made a baby with her?
He was, she realized, the most honorable man she’d ever known. How could she have doubted him?
Jeff might not know how to tell her how he felt but heshowedher every day. And isn’t that what mattered? Wasn’t it all about actions rather than any slick words? He might not know the state of his heart, but with every kindness, every moment of caring and patience, he demonstrated what he felt.
“Ashley?”
She looked up and saw that he’d seen her. She read the questions in his eyes. Things hadn’t been right since they’d had that late-night talk. She glanced at her daughter and knew this wasn’t the time.
“I just wanted to say hi,” she told him. “And that I love you.”
Hope flared in his eyes. “Still? Even...” His voice trailed off.
“Still,” she assured him and felt contentment. He was the one she wanted, for always.
* * *
After Maggie was in bed that night, she went searching for him. He was in his study, going over some papers. As she approached, he set down his pen.
