Bachelor Dad on Her Doorstep by Michelle Douglas

overdue explanation better than no explanation at all? One glance into his face told her the answer. She pulled in a breath and did what she could to ignore the sudden tiredness that made her limbs heavy. ‘Let’s just take it as a given that I was in a right state by the time I got home that night, okay?’ It made her sick to the stomach just remembering it.
    ‘Fine.’ The word emerged clipped and short.
    ‘My mother calmed me down.’ Eventually. ‘And, bit by bit, got the story out of me.’
    ‘And?’ he said when she stopped.
    ‘Did you know that my mother didn’t approve of our relationship?’
    He blinked and she laughed. Not a mirthful laugh. Definitely not a joyful one. ‘I know—funny, isn’t it? The rest of the town thought it was me—the rebel Goth girl—leading clean-cut Connor Reed astray.’
    ‘I thought she liked me!’
    ‘She did. But she thought we were too young for such an intense relationship. She was worried I’d put all my dreams on hold for you.’
    She could see now that Frieda Harper had had every reason to be concerned. Jaz had been awed by Connor’s love—grateful to him for it, unable to believe he could truly love a girl like her. And she’d hidden behind his popularity, his ease with people, instead of standing on her own two feet. Frieda had understood that.
    ‘She asked me to go away from Clara Falls for three months. She begged me to.’
    Connor’s face had gone white. Jaz swallowed. ‘She told me that you and I needed time out from each other, to gain perspective.’ And Jaz had been so hurt and so…angry. She’d wanted Connor to pay for the things he’d said. ‘She told me that if you really loved me, you’d wait for me.’ And Jaz had believed her. ‘I went to my aunt’s house in Newcastle for three months.’ And she’d counted down every single day.
    She lifted her head and met his gaze. ‘But you didn’t wait for me.’
    His eyes flashed dark in the pallor of his face. ‘Are you trying to put the blame back on me?’
    ‘No.’ She shook her head, a black heaviness pressing down on her. ‘I’m simply saying you didn’t wait.’
    He flung an arm in the air. ‘I thought you were gone for ever! I didn’t think you were ever coming back.’
    He’d jumped to conclusions. Again. ‘You didn’t bother looking for me!’
    He took several paces away from her, then swung back. ‘Three months?’ He stabbed an accusing finger at her. ‘You didn’t come back!’
    The space between them sparked with unspoken resentments and hurts.
    Jaz moistened her lips and got her voice back under control. ‘The day before I was due to come home, my mother rang. She told me Faye was pregnant and that you were the father. And that you were engaged.’
    Connor dragged both hands back through his hair. He collapsed to the leatherette cube as if he’d lost all strength in his legs. Jaz leant heavily against the wall by the unfinished portrait of her mother.
    She reached up to touch it, then pulled her hand away at the last moment. She glanced back at Connor. ‘You have to see that I couldn’t come back once I’d heard that.’
    ‘Why not?’
    ‘There’d be no chance for you and Faye to sort things out if I’d done that.’
    She didn’t mean to sound arrogant, but it was the truth. For good or ill, she and Connor would’ve picked straight up where they’d left off—in each other’s arms.
    He shot to his feet. ‘Am I supposed to take that as some kind of noble gesture on your part?’
    That tone would’ve shrivelled her eight years ago. It didn’t shrivel her now.
    ‘Noble? Ha!’ She glared at him. ‘I can’t see there’s much of anything noble in this entire situation.’ She pushed away from the wall. ‘But a baby was going to be involved and…and I wasn’t going to interfere with that.’
    His glare subsided. He bent at the waist, rested his hands on his knees and didn’t say anything.
    ‘But how could you?’ Her voice shook. ‘How could