draw her close to him.
Whoa, back off. Of all the inappropriate things he could be feeling right now, that was probably the worst.
âYou wanted to talk.â
âYes.â She nailed him with those deep blue eyes. âI hoped that you might be ready to sign the papers now.â
He should have seen it coming. She still wanted what sheâd wanted all along, and the inconclusive blood test results had just given her another bit of leverage. But it wasnât going to work.
âI know you donât believe this, but I never went out with Tina Mallory. I did not father her child.â He took a breath, hoping he sounded calm.
She raised her chin stubbornly. âThen how do you explain Tinaâs words?â
âI canât. But there has to be an explanation somewhere. Someone in Bedford Creek must rememberTina, must know who she dated that summer. So while weâre waiting for the DNA results, Iâll do a little quiet investigating.â
Her hands twisted involuntarily, as if she were pushing his words away. He couldnât blame her. She had what must seem to her to be incontrovertible proof of his guilt. All he could do was continue to protest his innocence.
âBottom line is, Iâm not going to sign anything that says Iâm that childâs parent. I canât, because itâs not true. In three or four weeks, youâll know that as well as I do. Maybe by then Iâll be able to point you in the right direction.â
âI donât want my private business splashed all over Bedford Creek.â
âBelieve me, itâs in my interest to keep it quiet even more than it is yours. Iâll be discreet. But Iâm going to start looking at this problem like a cop.â
Her eyebrows went up at that. âFunny, I thought you always had.â
He reminded himself that cops and defense attorneys went together like cats and dogs. âLook, Counselor, I am what I am.â Her sarcasm had effectively doused that spurt of longing to hold her, which was just as well. He stood, picking up his jacket. âIâll be on my way now. I donât suppose weâll see each other again.â
âIâm afraid youâre wrong about that.â She stood, too, her gaze locked on his.
He gave an exasperated sigh. âYouâre assumingthat in three or four weeks youâll have proof I fathered Emilie. I know youâre wrong.â
âActually, that isnât what I was thinking.â She took an audible breath, as if building up to saying something she knew he wasnât going to like. âEmilie and I arenât staying here. Weâre going back to Bedford Creek until the results come in.â
âWhat?â He could only stare at her. âWhy? Why on earth would you want to do that?â
âYouâre right about one thingâthe answers have to be in Bedford Creek. Thatâs where Tina became pregnant. Thatâs where the truth is. I canât just sit here and wonder for the next month. I need to find out, no matter what.â
âAfter the results comeââ he began.
She was already shaking her head. âIâm supposed to have a hearing on the adoption in a little over a month. Before then I have to resolve this, once and for all. And that means Iâm coming to Bedford Creek.â
He lifted an eyebrow skeptically. âDonât you mean you want to keep an eye on me?â
A faint flush warmed her smooth skin. âLetâs say I have a high respect for the power of a police uniform. I donât want to see it used against me.â
He fought down the urge to defend himself. If a man found it necessary to defend his honor, it must be in question. He took a careful step back.
âNo point in my telling you not to worry about that, is there?â
She shook her head. âI wonât interfere. You can pretend Iâm not even there.â
âNow that I canât do.â