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couples night,” Clare grinned.
    “Nope, just a business dinner,” Clive said. “I don’t want my new spokes model feeling put on. I don’t make a habit of getting involved with women I work with.”
    Kimberly wondered what the deal was with Clive’s admission. Perhaps he wanted to make her feel at ease. She appreciated it nonetheless. “Well, what exactly is it that you want me to do?”
    “You’re the new spokes model for the new perfume Pretty and Pregnant.”
    “Clive, you might want to break it down more for Kimberly, and she hasn’t agreed to anything yet.”
    “Good point,” Clive said smiling into Kimberly’s face. “What we’d like is a fresh face Kimberly, and you’r e tha t face.”
    “Well, I’m flattered, but—”
    “But nothing, you’re beautiful, breathtaking in fact,” Clive insisted. “We would start with a photo shoot and then a commercial. You’ll be in every magazine across the country.”
    “I see, but what if som eone asks about the baby’s father?”
    Clive smiled. “I have given this some thought and what we need is a good story. We could say he was in Afghanistan.”
    Kimberly bit her lip and then gushed. “Oh, I could never say that. It’s s-so morbid. Men and women die over there for real. I’d never use something like that just to sell perfume.”
    “I see. I like a woman with strong convictions,” Clive began. “What about saying the baby’s father is Jeremy?”
    Clare choked on her lemonade. “Surely you’re joking! She’s not even Jeremy’s type.”
    Kimberly narrowed her eyes, but remained silent.
    “No need to be rude, Clare,” Jeremy said. “And you couldn’t be further from the truth.”
    She paled at that, but undaunted she replied, “Quit trying to be nice now. She doesn’t even have a waist. If you claimed the baby as yours you’d be expected to marry the girl. This is a small town unless you have forgotten.”
    Kimberly didn’t care for the topic of conversation at all and had to stop it before it got more out of hand. “I could say that the father died.”
    “Car accident?” Jeremy suggested.
    “No, hunting accident. I-I mean it’s more Michigan like and quite believable.”
    “Unless they start checking,” Clare said.
    Clive’s face lit up, “True, but it’s a great idea.”
    Kimberly took a drink from her ice tea. “What if they check like Clare said?”
    “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. Plus, we don’t have to mention it at all,” Clive said. “Unless they ask.” He looked deep into Kimberly’s eyes. “Trust me. I know what I’m doing.”
    Kimberly looked Clare dead in the face. “I-I guess, but it’s not you I’m worried about.”
    “Can we trust you to zip your lip Clare?” Clive asked.
    Jeremy tugged lightly on a lock of Clare’s hair. “She’ll keep it zipped, won’t you Clare?”
    “Anything for you, but really, I haven’t heard a word about who the baby’s father is or if Kimberly knows at all.”
    Kimberly’s lips turned down into a frown. “I don’t owe you or anyone else an explanation.”
    Clive leaned back in the chair. “I admire your spunk girl and you’re right. You don’t owe anyone anything. So do we have a deal or what?”
    Jeremy slapped a hand on the table startling Kimberly who absently placed a hand against her belly “If the money is right.”
    Clive took an envelope out from behind him and slid it to Kimberly, who looked at it like it was a snake waiting to strike. She then opened it and stared at the letter inside with a number figure and more zeros than she expected there to be. “Oh my.” She handed it to Jeremy with a trembling hand.
    He stood and read it silently well out of range of Clare’s prying eyes. “A very fair offer, but you need to map out what would be required travel wise.”
    “Of course; we’d love Kimberly to come out to California, but not in her condition. I love the small town appeal they have right here in Redwater. It’s a scenic