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in her purse for a notepad and pen. After writing something down, she creased the paper and tore it neatly from the pad. "Here."
     
    He took the paper from her outstretched fingers."Tomorrow."
     
    "Yes."
     
    He waited until she had gotten inside her car, started the ignition and pulled out of the parking lot before pressing the automatic unlock button for his Jag.
     
    Unwelcome anticipation at the thought of seeing her again plagued him as he drove the few miles to the furnished apartment Kline had rented for him.
     
     
     
    Little baby toes squirmed in delight along with the rest of Aaron's body as he splashed in his bath.
     
    Veronica smiled in reaction. She adored her baby son and he adored his bath. Sudsing the soft terry washcloth with baby wash, she carefully scrubbed the infant. Her hold on his forearm slipped as the soapy cloth made her son as slippery as a wet seal. He sounded like a seal too when he squealed in glee as he slipped from her to submerge to his neck in the warm water.
     
    Using the opportunity to rinse him, she splashed the water over his churning limbs to be rewarded with a small shower of wet droplets against her oversized gray T-shirt. Aaron chortled with glee.
     
    "You little imp. You meant to get Mommy wet, didn't you?"
     
    Aaron splashed the water with his chubby fists, sending more moisture cascading over her. "Mama.'"
     
    Jenny came into the bathroom. "You have a phone call."
     
    Veronica reached out and pulled Aaron from the bathtub. Wrapping him in a fluffy canary yellow bath towel, she asked, "Who is it?"
     
    A sick sensation in her stomach told her she already knew.
     
    "I think it's Marcus. He wanted to know who I was."
     
    Baby-soft hands patted her face and Veronica smiled again at her son in spite of her feelings of misgivings. Typical of Marcus to think he had the right to demand that kind of information.
     
    "Did you tell him?"
     
    "Why? Are you planning to hide me too?"
     
    Veronica's head snapped up at the unaccustomed censure in her sister's voice. "No. You just never came up before. Marcus wasn't interested in my life outside CIS or our relationship."
     
    It had galled her to admit to her sister that she'd let herself get duped into a casual sexual relationship. An affair. But nothing but the truth would have sufficed once she had realized she was pregnant.
     
    Her sister deserved to know the truth and Veronica had hoped knowing the sordid details would help Jenny to make different choices for herself when the time came.
     
    Jenny's hazel eyes flashed and delicate pink stained her cheeks. "I told him that it was none of his business who I was. I don't like being interrogated by someone I've never even met."
     
    Leaning over to unstop the tub, Veronica balanced Aaron on her hip. "Did you tell him that too?"
     
    Jenny looked sheepish. "I may have said something along those lines."
     
    Veronica could imagine Marcus's reaction to her sister's statement. She laughed and gave her sister a spontaneous hug that ended up including the baby. 'Jennifer Richards, you are priceless."
     
    Jenny hugged her back and planted a smacking kiss on the baby's cheek. "I like it when you laugh, Veronica. I remember when I was little and you used to laugh at everything. Mom called you Sunshine. Remember?"
     
    Not if she could help it. Going back in her mind to a time when she had been carefree and happy didn't make living the day-to-day existence of a single mother any easier. She didn't say that, though.
     
    She just nodded and forced herself to say, for Jenny's benefit, "Yeah, I remember."
     
    Her little sister stepped away, pulling Aaron into her arms as she did so. "Go talk to Mr. Nosy. He's been waiting for you long enough and he doesn't strike me as a patient person. I don't think he was in that great of a mood to begin with. I bet he's hopping mad now."
     
    Great. Well, Marcus's mood couldn't be helped.
     
    She turned to go but stopped in the bathroom doorway. "I'm not