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Bonner, I need this job. Squeezing her eyes shut, she pulled them to her breasts and held them there, palms flat. It was a mistake. He was standing so near that she had to tilt her neck to gaze at him. She saw a small scar on the side of his chin, another near his hairline. He was all muscle and steel. She loosened her hands, and he slowly released her breasts. You are.

She waited patiently, giving his sluggish brain all the time it needed to work. It would immediately be apparent that I was lying. Her heart thudded as he led her out into the foyer and up the carpeted steps without releasing her. The side of her body brushed against his.

She tried to move away, but he held her captive. As they climbed the stairs, she regarded him through the corners of her eyes with apprehension. She knew it was only her imagination, but he seemed to have grown taller and bigger. Her gaze swept from his chest to his hips, and her eyes widened. Beneath those jeans he seemed to be fully aroused. She reminded herself that she was female, and he had a caveman mentality.

In his drunken state, he must have decided that any woman would do. She should be grateful he was dragging her into his cave by the ribbon instead of her hair.

He flipped a switch. Recessed lighting illuminated a king-size bed made up with blankets, but no comforter. It sat opposite a wall that held a row of windows covered with plantation shutters.

There was a chest of drawers, a comfortable chair, a set of bedside tables, but very little clutter. He released her ribbon and turned away to shut the door. She gulped as he twisted the lock. Some PSSs specialize in groups. And those are level threes.

Could we turn out the lights, please? The room was immediately bathed in the wide bars of moonlight slipping through the shutters. He walked over to the bed and turned his back to her. She watched him draw his knit polo shirt over his head.

The muscles of his shoulders rippled as he tossed it aside. It had been one thing to plan this encounter in the abstract, but it was quite another to face the reality of having sex with a stranger.

Get to know each other a little better. He turned to her and, with a flick of his fingers, opened the button on his jeans. Bars of moonlight fell across his naked chest and down over his hips. Had she done that? He spoiled her view by sitting on the edge of the bed to pull off his socks. So far everything about him was larger than Craig.

She took a long, steadying breath and slipped out of her heels. Wearing only his unbuttoned jeans, he lay down on the bed and leaned against the pillows. She reached for the snap at the side of her jacket. He crossed his arms behind his head and watched.

As her fingers touched the snap, ripples of panic turned her skin to gooseflesh, and she fought to reassure. What difference did it make if he saw her naked?

But her hand felt as if it were paralyzed. She noticed that his zipper had crept down, revealing a narrow blade of hair bisecting a flat abdomen. Do it! Let him see you! He watched her, saying nothing. There was no kindness in that hard-eyed gaze. No gentleness. Nothing to reassure her. Cal would probably appreciate it if she simply let him get to it.

She began walking toward the bed. He might not be book smart, but he had street smarts, a valuable asset to pass on to a child. The white silk crept up to her thigh. She reached underneath, and as she withdrew the condom she had tucked in the top of her stocking, she was hit full force by the moral implications of what she was doing.

She had deliberately sabotaged the condom, and this was thievery. Studying particle physics either distanced people from God or brought them closer. For her, the latter had happened, and she was defying everything she believed in.

At the same time, she began to rationalize. He was merely a device. This would have absolutely no negative effect on him. Setting aside her qualms, she peeled apart the package and handed the condom to him. Then she straddled his thighs, determined to get this over with as quickly as she could.

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He gazed up at her, his arms crossed behind his head, the condom between his fingers. Staying on her knees, she garnered her courage and reached for the open waistband of his jeans. Her fingertips brushed the taut skin of his abdomen, and the next thing she knew, she was flat on her back.

With a hiss of alarm, she gazed up at him. His mouth tightened into a hard, thin line. Who the hell are you? Who are you? Her only chance to salvage this situation lay in simplicity.

She thought of Jodie Pulanski and forced herself to look directly into his eyes. He thought she was a bimbo! The novelty of it distracted her, and it took a moment to recover. Then he reared back, releasing her shoulders. With the bars of moonlight falling across his body, there was something primitive about him and elementally male. She looked away as he tugged on the sabotaged condom.

This was it, then. Her mouth went dry as he turned back and reached for the snap that held her jacket together. She flinched and made an instinctive grab for his hand. He clenched his teeth in something that resembled a snarl.

I want to keep my clothes on. Now he knew exactly how little she had on beneath her skirt. He stroked them, soothing her as if she were a cat with an arched back. For somebody who wants it so bad, you sure are tense.

Just give me my baby and let me out of here. His fingers brushed the soft hair at the juncture of her thighs, and she wanted to die from the embarrassment of it.

She winced as his touch grew more intimate, then tried to turn the sound into a moan of passion.

She had to relax. How could she possibly conceive when she was so tense? Of course not. What would it have been like, she wondered, to be the teenage girl making out with the town football hero in the alley behind the drugstore? When she had been sixteen, she was in college. She felt the moist heat of his breath on her breast, and she nearly leaped off the bed as his lips found the bump of her nipple.

A hot rush of desire, as unexpected as it was overwhelming, rushed through her. He closed his mouth over her nipple and teased it through the silk with the tip of his tongue. Sensation flooded through her body, waves of it, crashing in on her.

She fought against what was happening. This had to be a sacrifice, or she could never live with herself. But Craig had always ignored her breasts, and the sensations were so sweet. Do it, will you! She heard something that sounded like anger in his voice.

And then she felt an awful pressure as he pushed himself inside. She turned her cheek into the pillow and tried not to cry. He cursed and began to pull away. His movements were unhurried—deep, slow thrusts of silk and steel that unfurled ribbons of pleasure inside her. Sweat from his body dampened the fragile barrier of her clothing. He reached under her and caught her hips in his hands. He tilted them up, angling his own body in such a way that hot spasms licked at her.

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Her excitement grew even as she fought to suppress it. The fact that she was finding pleasure in having sex with a stranger shamed her, and as the sensations intensified, she tried to concentrate on her research by conjuring up thoughts of the top quark that obsessed her.

But her mind refused to focus on subatomic particles, and she knew she had to act or he would push her to orgasm, something that would be unforgivable. She steeled herself, even as her brain warned her of the danger of inciting a warrior. I thought you were supposed to be a great lover? Why is it taking you so long? She bit her lip to keep from crying out as he drove deep.

Again and again. She clung to him with her thighs and her arms, meeting his fierce thrusts with a grim determination. She would stay with him, and she would feel nothing. But her body rebelled. Those intolerable pleasure waves grew strong. She gasped. And then his muscles stiffened. Every part of him went rigid, and she felt the moment when he spilled. She clutched her hands into fists, her own pleasure forgotten. Swim, all you warrior babymakers! Swim, all you sweet little brainless babymakers!

With a rush of tenderness for the gift he was giving her, she turned her lips to his damp shoulder and gave him a soft kiss of gratitude. He slumped forward, his weight heavy on her. She kept her thighs clutched around his hips, not letting him go even as she felt him begin to withdraw. Just a little longer. Not yet. The power of her will was no match for his strength.

He pulled away and sat up on the edge of the bed. Bracing his elbows on his knees, he stayed there, staring into space and breathing deeply. The bow that had been fastened around her neck had come untied, and, as she moved, it slipped onto the pillow. Bars of moonlight slashed across his back, and she thought she had never seen anyone who looked so lonely. The wrongness of what she had done struck her like a blow. She was a liar and a thief.

He rose and headed for the bathroom. A s Cal stood under the locker-room shower, he found himself thinking about Rosebud instead of the grueling practice he had just completed or the fact that his shoulder ached, his ankle throbbed, and nothing on him seemed to be recovering as quickly as it used to.

He ducked his head and let the shower water splash over him. Something had been very wrong. Why had she refused to take off her clothes? That bothered him.

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Just as Cal was rinsing the shampoo out of his hair, Junior yelled into the shower room. He wants to talk to you. But not Bobby Tom Denton. Cal smiled as that familiar Texas drawl came over the phone lines. Consider this your personal engraved invitation. That wife of mine keeps me on a real tight leash. Did you know she got herself elected mayor of Telarosa right before Wendy was born? Bobby Tom never complained about being forced from the game by blowing out his knee, but Cal knew it still had to be ripping his guts apart.

Football had been B. Poor B. Football was his life, and nothing would ever change that. Not age. Not injuries. He finished his conversation, then went to his locker to dress.

As he pulled on his clothes, his thoughts drifted away from Bobby Tom Denton and back to his birthday night. Who was she, damn it? The gesture seemed as studied as his appearance. But despite his shortcomings, Jerry had been appointed director of Preeze two years ago, a maneuver engineered by the older and more conservative members of the scientific establishment, who wanted one of their own to head such a prestigious institution.

By contrast, her position on the Newberry College faculty seemed remarkably uncomplicated. Your cab fare from the airport, for example. Now, his brow furrowed, and he launched into an assault on her work, not a simple thing since he comprehended so little of it. As he pontificated, the depression that had dogged her ever since her failed attempt to get pregnant two months earlier, settled in deeper. If only she were carrying a child now, everything might not seem so bleak.

Cal Bonner was warrior, a man of aggression and brute. It would be Cal Bonner or no one. No one else was required to do anything like this. It was bureaucratic busywork, and the very idea went against the essense of everything Preeze stood for. This is blatantly unfair. Years of self-discipline prevented her from saying any of this out loud, especially since she would end up hurting herself more than him.

Instead, she rose to her feet, and, without a word, marched from his office. She fumed as she rode down to the main floor in the elevator and stalked across the lobby.

How much longer was she going to have to put up with this? Once again, she regretted the fact that her friend Caroline was out of the country. She very much needed a sympathetic ear. The gray January afternoon held that ugly hint of permanence that always seemed to hang over northern Illinois at this time of year.

She shivered as she climbed into her Saturn and sped toward the elementary school in Aurora where she was scheduled to do a science program for the third graders.

Some of her colleagues teased her about her volunteer work there. They said that having a worldrenowned theoretical physicist teaching elementary-school children, especially disadvantaged ones, was like having Itzhak Perlman teaching beginning violin. But the state of science education in the elementary schools disturbed her, and she was doing her small part to change it. As she hurried into the assembly room where the third graders were waiting and set down the supplies.

As she returned their greetings and gazed into their eager, mischievous faces, her heart twisted. How she wanted a child of her own. She felt an unexpected rush of disgust directed entirely at herself. As she began her first experiment, using a candle and an empty oatmeal box, she made up her mind. According to Jodie, Cal was going to his family home in North Carolina shortly after the season was over, so if she put this off any longer, he might be gone.

Her conscience chose that moment to remind her that what she was doing was immoral, but she firmly silenced that nagging voice. On Saturday, she would put her misgivings behind her and head for Indianapolis. Maybe this time the legendary quarterback could score a touchdown just for her. He passed Kevin Tucker, but neither man spoke.

They both hated the public ass-kissing they were forced to do, but it was part of the job. Then Kevin would start in about all the respect he had for Cal and how privileged he was just to be part of the Stars. It was all bull. The reporters knew it. The fans knew it. Cal and Kevin sure knew it, but, still, they had to go through the motions. He fast-forwarded to the second quarter and pushed the play button, then watched until he found what he wanted.

He hit the rewind button and watched again. With his gaze firmly fixed on the screen, he unwrapped his pillow mint and ate it. Unless his eyes were playing tricks, their safety had a bad habit of signaling a blitz by looking twice toward the sideline. Cal smiled and tucked the information away.

Summoning all her will-power, she raised her hand and knocked. The door swung open. She saw a bare chest. Blond chest hair. A pair of green eyes. I seem to have the wrong room. Bonner was in What kind of business do you have with the old man? This young man definitely needed to be put in his place.

Well, I sure hope you can help him deal with all his problems about getting old. Could you please tell me his room number? Just let me get my key.

They rounded a corner and went down another corridor before they stopped in front of It was difficult enough facing Cal without having an onlooker, so she quickly extended her hand and shook his. I appreciate your help. Thank you again. The door swung open, and Jane caught her breath as she once again found herself face-to-face with Cal Bonner. Next to the youthful glory of Kevin Tucker, he looked more battleworn than she remembered, and, if anything, more formidable: Your personal spiritual advisor.

Like you should be narrating wildlife films on public television. His pale eyes raked her. Go do your homework, kid. Tucker pulled away from the doorjamb and winked at Jane. Old guys like Calvin need their beauty sleep. She smiled in spite of herself. He grabbed her arm and pulled her inside. The pillows were bunched up against the headboard of the king-size bed, and the spread was rumpled.

Static flickered on the silent screen of the television. The room plunged into a darkness that was relieved only by the flickering silver light from the television screen. This second time was going to be even more difficult than the first.

She dropped her purse to the floor. We both know where this is headed. As his hips pressed against hers, she felt him grow hard, and it was as if every cell in her body came alive. For someone who had always been timid with the opposite sex, playing the femme fatale was a powerful experience.

She sank her fingers into his buttocks and pressed her breasts to his chest. Running her hands up along his sides, she curled her body against him, moving seductively. But her sense of power was short-lived. He pinioned her to the wall and caught her chin in a rough grasp. I want the truth. I swear. Before he could question her further, she pushed her hands between them and released the snap on his slacks.

As she struggled with the zipper, she felt his hands on the bodice of her jacket. She opened her mouth to protest just as he pulled it apart. He immediately stepped away from her. She forced herself to smile. I came all the way to Indianapolis so I could feel ravaged. With my clothes on. If only she could read his mind. The prospect excited her, and that was the last thing she wanted. This was about procreation, not lust.

Besides, it might be harder to get pregnant that way. He splayed them, lifted her off the floor, and stepped into the nakedness between. Instead, she looped her arms around his shoulders and held on.

Instead, he touched her with one gentle fingertip. She buried her face in the side of his neck and sank her teeth into her bottom lip to keep from crying out. She had made herself his whore. That was all she meant to him, a slut to be used for a few moments of sexual pleasure and then discarded. His finger traced the entry to her body. She shuddered and focused on the strain in her splayed thighs, the uncomfortable pull of her muscles, anything except that silken stroking.

But it was impossible. The sensations were too sweet, so she dug her fingernails into his back and bucked against him. All she had to do was hang on. The heat from his body burned through his shirt into her breasts. The wall bruised her spine, and he had spread her legs so far apart the muscles ached. She no longer had to worry about suppressing her pleasure. She wanted only for him to finish. He thrust so deeply inside her that she winced.

His shirt grew damp beneath her palms, and he used her so that he made her feel as if he were punishing them both. She barely held on to him through his orgasm. When it happened, she tried to will her body to absorb the essence of his, but her badly bruised soul wanted only to escape.

Seconds ticked by before he finally withdrew. He slowly stepped away from her and lowered her to the floor. Her legs were so rubbery, she could barely stand. She refused to look at him. With her jacket clutched together in one hand and her thighs wet, she ran out into the hallway. He called her name. That silly name she had taken from a beer sign. It was a jaunty wave, one that said, So long, sucker. The door slammed behind her.

T he following evening Cal sat in his accustomed place toward the back of the chartered plane that was returning the Stars to Chicago from Indianapolis. The lights were out in the cabin, and most of the players either slept or listened to music through headsets.

Cal brooded. Afterward, Kevin had gone in to replace him, been sacked three times, fumbled twice, and still thrown the ball fifty-three yards for the winning touchdown.

His injuries were coming faster now: He was thirty-six years old, and he tried not to remember that even Montana had retired at thirty-eight. In addition to his ankle injury, his knees throbbed, a couple of his ribs hurt, and his hip felt as if it had a hot poker shoved right through it. Between the ankle injury and the disastrous incident with Rosebud, he was more than glad to have this weekend behind him.

If it had been any groupie other than Rosebud, he would never have let her into his room. He liked them fresh and dewy, with high, full breasts, pouty mouths, and the smell of newness about them. Rosebud smelled like old-fashioned vanilla.

Then there were those green eyes of hers. He liked flirty, fluttery eyes on women, but Rosebud had no-nonsense eyes, which was ironic considering the fact that nothing about her was honest. He brooded all the way back to Chicago and kept at it right on into the next week. The Stars were playing in the semifinals for the AFC Championship, and despite his sore shoulder, he managed to perform. Denver won, twenty-two to eighteen. Davenport has scheduled a departmental meeting for Wednesday.

She wanted to dance, sing, jitterbug on the ceiling, then race through the corridors of Stramingler Hall and tell all her colleagues that she was pregnant. The temptation to share the news was nearly irresistible, but she was only a month along, Marie was a judgmental sourpuss, and it was too early to tell anyone.

One person knew, however, and as Jane collected her mail and walked into her office, a nagging worry burrowed through her happiness. Two nights ago Jodie had dropped by the house and spotted the books on pregnancy that Jane had unthinkingly left stacked on the coffee table. Still, she had seemed genuinely happy and sincere in her desire to keep the secret, so, as Jane closed herself in her office and flipped on her computer, she decided not to waste any more energy worrying about it.

She logged on to the electronic preprint library at Los Alamos to see what new papers on string theory and duality had been posted since yesterday. It was an automatic act, the same one performed daily by every top-level physicist in the world.

The general public opened a newspaper first thing in the morning. Physicists connected with the library at Los Alamos. But this morning, instead of concentrating on the list of new papers, she found herself thinking about Cal Bonner.

According to Jodie, he was spending most of February traveling around the country fulfilling his commercial endorsement obligations before he left for North Carolina in early March. Instead, she found herself envisioning the nursery she wanted to decorate. Her mouth curved in a dreamy smile. This precious child of hers was going to grow up surrounded by everything beautiful. Jodie was pissed. Melvin Thompson had rented Zebras for a party, and all the players who were still in town were there.

Tell you what? I lived up to my part of the bargain. Where had he come from? What was he doing back here? Jodie and me are going to step outside and have ourselves a little chat. All day the radio had been warning that temperatures would be dipping into the single digits that night, and as they hit the alley, their breath made vapor clouds in the air.

Jodie shivered, and Cal regarded her with grim satisfaction. He was finally going to have his questions answered. Mysteries had always made him edgy, both on the football field and in real life. He found himself worrying about her at the strangest times. Her eyes darted to the side. I promised. Her name is Jane. He knew he was scaring her, and that was just fine with him.

He wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible. Her defiance annoyed him. If none of them wanted to hang out with you, not even the backups. He lowered his voice until it was barely more than a whisper. He just stood there and waited. She rubbed her arms for warmth and regarded him with belligerence. And she works at one of those labs, too. This is like her whole life and everything.

He knew the answer even before she spoke. She regarded him uneasily. That she used me to get herself pregnant? He had to fight to stay in control. Tell me why she choose me? And being so much smarter than everybody else made her feel like a freak when she was growing up. What do you mean? Why did she choose me? Li-9 stays behind, binding it and the two remaining neutrons as a three-body system.

She heard whispers. More whispers. Puzzled, she turned to investigate the source of the disturbance. And saw Cal Bonner leaning against the sidewall, his arms crossed, fingers tucked under his armpits. All the blood rushed from her head, and for the first time in her life, she thought she was going to faint. How had he found her?

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What was he doing here? She wore a conservative double-breasted woolen dress, and her hair was pulled into the French twist that kept it out of her way when she worked.

A thick silence fell over the room. Everyone in her class seemed to recognize him, but he paid no attention to their reactions. He only looked at her. She had never been the target of such undisguised hatred.

His eyes were narrowed and deadly, hard lines bracketed his mouth, and, as she watched him, she felt as unbound as the nucleus of the isotope she had just been describing. With so many curious eyes looking on, she had to pull herself together.

There were ten minutes left in the class. She needed to get him out of here so she could finish. Get out. Cal uncoiled from the wall, shut the door, and punched the lock.

Leaning against the doorjamb, he crossed his arms and tucked the fingers in his armpits. His forearms were tan and muscular. A strong blue vein throbbed there. His posture suddenly seemed full of significance, the sign of a man forcibly restraining himself. You sure were full of words when we met before. He walked slowly toward her, and she took an involuntary step backward.

She bumped into the chalkboard as dread slithered down her spine. I care a lot. She caught the scent of soap, wool, and fury. The fact that you set out to get yourself pregnant with my kid. And I hear you hit the jackpot. She sagged against the chalk tray. Not this. Please, God, not this. Her body felt as if it were closing down, and she wanted to curl in on herself. She drew a deep, shuddering breath. She knew it was useless to deny the truth, but she could barely form her words.

Just forget about it. She gave a guttural scream as he gripped her by the shoulders and jerked her away from the board. His lips were pale with suppressed rage, and a vein pulsed at his temple. You want me to forget? I wanted a baby so badly. It was an. All I could think about was having a baby.

I was born that way, but it can be more of a curse than a blessing, and I wanted a normal child. Sperm bank donors tend to be medical students, men like that. I love this baby with all my heart, and I would never do that!

She spun away, hugging herself with her arms and moving to the side of the classroom so she could put as much distance between them as possible, protecting herself, protecting her baby. She heard him coming toward her, and she felt as if she were being regarded through the crosshairs of a highpowered rifle.

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His voice was whispery and strangely disembodied. Why are you doing this? This baby is mine! And you know why? There are millions of single mothers. Listen to me. I can keep you in court until I bankrupt you. This is my baby! She had moved into a bitter, pain-filled place where speech was impossible.

I even kind of like it. So we can either do this in private and keep it clean, or we can go public and make it nasty, not to mention real expensive. My financial responsibility is to the kid. I happen to be able to take care of this child all by myself. How could she hand her child over to this barbarian, even for short visits?

She was going to fight him. He had no right to stake a claim to her baby! He had no right—. Her indignation slammed headlong into her conscience. He did have a right. He had every right. She made herself face the truth. She had gotten into this situation by turning her back on her principles, convincing herself that the end justified the means, and look where that had led her.

From this point on, she must base every decision on only one criterion: She grabbed her notes from the lectern and made her way to the door. Darlington barely made the deadline. He could still see her standing in the classroom wearing that dark orange dress with a double row of gold buttons fastening her up tight. Her hair had been swept back into one of those efficient hairdos, and big glasses covered up her green eyes.

He stalked over to the windows, where he stared blindly down at the parking lot. Son of a bitch. The idea of this kind of permanence made him feel as if he were strangling. Permanence was for after his career, for the time when was too damned old to throw a ball, not for now, while he was still in his prime. Jane Darlington was going to pay the price for manipulating his life. Never had and never would.

He ground out the words. Find out everything you can about her. Delgado had been representing Cal for the past five years. He was smart, aggressive, and no leaks had ever come out of his office. Put your best people on it. Investigate her work life and her professional life. Find out what matters most to her. Another less aggressive attorney might have balked at an assignment like this, but not Brian. He was the sort who enjoyed feasting on a kill.

As Cal left the office, he made up his mind to protect the people he most cared about from what Jane Darlington had done. As for the baby. He shied away from thinking any more about the baby. For now, all he cared about was revenge. It took place at the office of a Wisconsin judge and lasted less than ten minutes.

There were no flowers, no friends, and no kiss. They left the ceremony in separate cars just as they had arrived, and by the time she got home, Jane was light-headed with relief. It was over. Jane Darlington, a distinguished professor of physics at Newberry College. The media circus began. It was Monday, only five days since their makeshift wedding ceremony, but everything had changed.

The flight attendant serving the first-class passengers stopped beside their seats, calling a temporary halt to the bitter verbal battle that had been going on between them in one form or another since the Trib story had been published three days earlier. She held out a tray with two glasses of champagne.

All of her clothes were of good quality, but conservative. The classic styles suited her, and she had no desire to make herself over into a fashion butterfly. She wondered what would happen when he discovered how old she really was. Just looking at the belligerent thrust of that hard, square jaw unnerved her. If the man had ever held an elevated thought in his head, he concealed it. Sitting next to him, she felt like a detonated smart bomb.

Or do you want everybody to know about that, too? Her emotional upheaval was only one of the changes that the catastrophic events of the past few days had produced. It stated that the two of them had been introduced by mutual friends several months ago, and that their decision to marry had been sudden. Jane had erupted. The flight attendant stopped to pick up their glasses. As soon as the woman disappeared, she vented her smoldering resentment on Cal.

I bought you a few extra months vacation. You should be thanking me. Her computer equipment was already en route to North Carolina, and with the aid of a modem, the. Do you really want the kid to grow up knowing how we met?

And one more thing. If you get pressed, admit to twenty-five, but no older. You lied about everything else. A lot of middle-aged people wear them. She stared at the man in. It was fifteen degrees outside, but he was wearing a nylon tank top, presumably so he could show off his muscles.

She smiled sweetly. Cal complied, and before long another man appeared. The requests continued until the flight attendants ordered everyone to their seats. Cal was polite to the fans and surprisingly patient. She took advantage of the interruption to begin reading a journal article written by one of her former colleagues on the decay products of the six-quark H particle, but it was difficult to focus on nonlinear physics with her own world so far out of kilter.

No matter what, she had to keep their tawdry story from becoming public knowledge. She had promised herself she would base all her decisions on what was best for this baby, and that was why she had finally agreed to go with him. She pushed her glasses more firmly on her nose and once again began to read. Cal thought. God, how he hated those glasses. He mentally cataloged all that he disliked about the woman sitting next to him and concluded that, even if he set aside the issue of her character, there was a lot to choose from.

Everything about her was too serious. She even had serious hair. With the exception of that small lock of hair that had escaped its confines to make a silky S behind her ear, this was one serious woman.

Serious hair and serious clothes. Pretty skin, though. They made her look every one of her twenty-eight years. But what else could he have done and still been able to live with himself? Let his kid grow up without a father? Not to anybody. It was as if he were watching the scoreboard clock tick off the final days of his career. It occurred to her that these last few days were turning her into a bitch. She stared glumly out the window.

Despite the gloom of the chilly, overcast March day, she had to admit the country was beautiful.