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Mitch had been at the end of his rope.  How could he
possibly keep this baby?
    “This is
ridiculous.  I need to go to Baltimore,” he said finally.
    Sara peered up
at him from her seat in the rocking chair, her dark eyes filled with
questions.  But she said nothing.
    “I need to find
Jonathan's mother.  His mother lives in Baltimore.  Or at least, she did.”
    Sara nodded. 
“And his father lives right here.”
    Mitch shook his
head and grunted his frustration.  “I don't know that for sure.”
    “That's pretty
apparent or you wouldn't feel compelled to take this child all the way back
across the country after he’s already come such a long way.”
    Contemplating
her words, he replied, “You don't think I should?”
    “It's not my
decision to make.  I'm not Jonathan's parent.”
    Mitch threw up
his hands in frustration and dropped down on the sofa opposite Sara.  “That's
my point exactly.  I don't know if I am either.  I mean, yes, there is a
possibility.  But Lillian was no angel.  That’s the reason we’re no longer
together.”
    Sara was quiet
for a moment, turning her sole attention to the baby was finally falling asleep
in her arms.  When she lifted her head to gaze at Mitch, a lock of her black
hair fell to her cheek, framing her face.  His chest squeezed just seeing how
beautiful she really was.
    None of this
made any sense.  Yesterday he was alone in this house.  He had his goals and he
didn't need anyone.  Now a baby and beautiful woman had moved into his world,
and suddenly nothing made any sense.
    “There are some
things you just know.  It has nothing to do with DNA or names on a birth
certificate.  You just know.  Do you believe this baby is really yours?”
    Sara held the
baby as if he was an extension of her, not him.  What she was asking, he truly
didn't have the answer to.  He wished he did.  It would make things so much
easier now.  When he looked at Jonathan, he saw a stranger, not someone who had
come from him or was a part of him.
    Sensing his
feelings, her lips stretched into a slow grin that had him forgetting her words
and concentrating only on her perfectly shaped mouth that now looked far too
kissable.  “The uncles always say the answers could be found in the wind if
you'll only listen.  But deep down in your heart, I think you have your
answer.  You just have to ask yourself.”
    Mitch couldn't
help but smile.  He knew nothing about tribal beliefs, even though Sara's
family had been visiting The Double T for all of the ten years he'd worked
here.  Something about what she was saying rang true.
    “Here, take him
in your arms,” she said, lifting out of the rocking chair slowly and delicately
padding across the room to where he was now sitting on the sofa.  He took
Jonathan in his arms, felt his heart beating strong in his chest, and his arms
begin to tremble.
    Sara settled
down so close that the scent of her drifted to him, making him dizzy.  What he
was thinking had nothing to do with the baby in his arms and everything to do
with the woman whose smooth and velvety voice took him by command.
    “If you think
you'll find the answers you want by going to Baltimore, then that is what you
should do.  But if you look at Jonathan and know in your heart that he is your
son, what more proof do you need?”
    Jonathan was
impossibly lost in his arms.  Mitch had helped birth many a farm animal, but
he'd never held something so small and wondrously perplexing in his life.  How
could this tiny creature have come from him?  It just didn't make any sense.
    A lump lodged
in his throat and seemed impossibly hard to swallow.  “He does kinda look like
me, doesn't he?”
    Sara offered
him a lopsided smile.  “Dead ringer.”
    She laughed
softly, and Mitch's head started spinning.  There was something acutely
appealing about a woman who could read a man's mind the way Sara was reading
him right now.  It made him want to scoop her up into his arms and hold