but Tracy kept right on talking.
“I can’t say that’s the most romantic proposal I’ve ever heard of, but I can go with it.” She stepped forward and embraced Jax as she talked. “This is wild. I never thought this would happen for Marietta.” She let Jax go and moved to Marietta, flinging her arms around her and hugging tight. “I’m so happy for you, Mari. I’m so glad you didn’t mean it when you said you were never getting married.”
Tracy was squeezing so hard that Marietta couldn’t speak until she let go. The grin on her sister’s face was rivaled only by the one Jax was wearing. Marietta wasn’t smiling.
“I am not getting married, Tracy,” she said firmly. “He didn’t mean it anyway.”
“I did so mean it,” Jax rebutted.
Marietta turned on him, feeling her blood pressure rise. Now that he was no longer so close to her, imposing his biologically unfair advantage, she could think more clearly. Especially since she was far enough away that he looked like a very large blur. “You did not! You just want to get your hands on my baby.”
“It’s my baby, too.”
Tracy gasped. “ You’re the sperm whore.”
“Sperm supplier,” Marietta corrected.
“I’m neither of those things.” Jax turned to Tracy, and Marietta could imagine the plea for understanding he was putting into his expressive eyes. “It was all a big mix-up, Tracy. I never contracted with your sister to supply sperm.”
“But you did have sex with her?”
“The last I checked, that’s how babies were made,” he said with a smile in his voice.
“I told you, Marietta.” Tracy, always one to say I told you so, did just that. “I told you not to do this.”
Marietta took the glasses Tracy was still holding and perched them on her nose. She could immediately see better, but nothing was clear. Least of all what she was going to do about the six feet plus of delicious man in the ladies’ restroom, especially since her improved vision crystallized his biological perfection.
“I can’t take this anymore,” she muttered.
“Then I’ll drive you home,” Jax offered. “Just tell me the way.”
“Didn’t your private investigator do that already?”
“You hired a P.I.?” Tracy interjected, looking at Jax. If she were like Vicky, the traitorous feminist, she wouldn’t be able to stop looking at him.
“Your sister didn’t leave a number where she could be reached, and I’m a resourceful man.” He returned his attention to Marietta. “I’ve got your address, but not directions on how to get there.”
“I’ll tell you,” Tracy offered.
“Don’t you dare.” Marietta shook her finger. “Not that it matters anyway. I wouldn’t go anywhere with him even if I didn’t have classes for the rest of the afternoon.”
“You can’t teach class. You’re not feeling well,” Jax protested.
“I’m pregnant. Not sick. There’s a difference.”
He looked thoughtful. “Okay. I’ll accept that. It’s probably better for the baby if you’re active during the pregnancy anyway. How about this? I’ll meet you when you get off work, and we can hash out the details of the wedding then.”
“Weren’t you listening? There’s not going to be a wedding.”
“I think you should consider it, Mari,” Tracy, the traitor, said. “Jax is the father or your child, after all. It says something about a man’s character when he’s willing to own up to his responsibilities. I like him.”
“Thank you,” Jax said.
“You’re welcome.” Tracy smiled at him.
Marietta pinned her sister with a stare. Was Tracy, too, becoming a victim of impeccable symmetry? “Whose side are you on, Tracy?”
“This isn’t a war, Marietta,” Jax said. “We’re discussing the future of our child.”
“I’m not discussing anything with you,” Marietta said, knowing she was being unreasonable. The ability to think logically and analytically was what separated man from animal, but right now she preferred to act like a
“I can’t say that’s the most romantic proposal I’ve ever heard of, but I can go with it.” She stepped forward and embraced Jax as she talked. “This is wild. I never thought this would happen for Marietta.” She let Jax go and moved to Marietta, flinging her arms around her and hugging tight. “I’m so happy for you, Mari. I’m so glad you didn’t mean it when you said you were never getting married.”
Tracy was squeezing so hard that Marietta couldn’t speak until she let go. The grin on her sister’s face was rivaled only by the one Jax was wearing. Marietta wasn’t smiling.
“I am not getting married, Tracy,” she said firmly. “He didn’t mean it anyway.”
“I did so mean it,” Jax rebutted.
Marietta turned on him, feeling her blood pressure rise. Now that he was no longer so close to her, imposing his biologically unfair advantage, she could think more clearly. Especially since she was far enough away that he looked like a very large blur. “You did not! You just want to get your hands on my baby.”
“It’s my baby, too.”
Tracy gasped. “ You’re the sperm whore.”
“Sperm supplier,” Marietta corrected.
“I’m neither of those things.” Jax turned to Tracy, and Marietta could imagine the plea for understanding he was putting into his expressive eyes. “It was all a big mix-up, Tracy. I never contracted with your sister to supply sperm.”
“But you did have sex with her?”
“The last I checked, that’s how babies were made,” he said with a smile in his voice.
“I told you, Marietta.” Tracy, always one to say I told you so, did just that. “I told you not to do this.”
Marietta took the glasses Tracy was still holding and perched them on her nose. She could immediately see better, but nothing was clear. Least of all what she was going to do about the six feet plus of delicious man in the ladies’ restroom, especially since her improved vision crystallized his biological perfection.
“I can’t take this anymore,” she muttered.
“Then I’ll drive you home,” Jax offered. “Just tell me the way.”
“Didn’t your private investigator do that already?”
“You hired a P.I.?” Tracy interjected, looking at Jax. If she were like Vicky, the traitorous feminist, she wouldn’t be able to stop looking at him.
“Your sister didn’t leave a number where she could be reached, and I’m a resourceful man.” He returned his attention to Marietta. “I’ve got your address, but not directions on how to get there.”
“I’ll tell you,” Tracy offered.
“Don’t you dare.” Marietta shook her finger. “Not that it matters anyway. I wouldn’t go anywhere with him even if I didn’t have classes for the rest of the afternoon.”
“You can’t teach class. You’re not feeling well,” Jax protested.
“I’m pregnant. Not sick. There’s a difference.”
He looked thoughtful. “Okay. I’ll accept that. It’s probably better for the baby if you’re active during the pregnancy anyway. How about this? I’ll meet you when you get off work, and we can hash out the details of the wedding then.”
“Weren’t you listening? There’s not going to be a wedding.”
“I think you should consider it, Mari,” Tracy, the traitor, said. “Jax is the father or your child, after all. It says something about a man’s character when he’s willing to own up to his responsibilities. I like him.”
“Thank you,” Jax said.
“You’re welcome.” Tracy smiled at him.
Marietta pinned her sister with a stare. Was Tracy, too, becoming a victim of impeccable symmetry? “Whose side are you on, Tracy?”
“This isn’t a war, Marietta,” Jax said. “We’re discussing the future of our child.”
“I’m not discussing anything with you,” Marietta said, knowing she was being unreasonable. The ability to think logically and analytically was what separated man from animal, but right now she preferred to act like a
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