help thinking a few minutes later as he tucked the phone back into his pocket and made his way to his car.
Kate was unlike any woman heâd ever met. Tough, cynical and stubborn. Boy, she was stubborn.
He knew he was rightâshe would need help in the coming monthsâbut he had no idea how to convince her of that. Still, he couldnât help admiring her for clinging so passionately to her independence. She was a complex and intriguing woman. Way too intriguing.
Under the circumstances, he should probably be thanking his lucky stars sheâd refused his offer. He was off the hook. Not even Stewart could say he hadnât tried.
So why couldnât he shake the feeling that something really important had just slipped through his fingers?
He couldnât explainânot even to himselfâwhy he wanted so desperately to be a part of this pregnancy. Surely his offer to help Kate was nothing more than that. Help. It certainly didnât have anything to do with this inexplicable pull she suddenly had over him.
Shaking his head, he shoved the thought aside. As he steered his car toward home, he knew he should be rejoicing in his freedom. And he didnât let himself wonder why he wasnât.
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Her weekâwhich had started out so badlyâonly got worse.
From the news about Bethâs pregnancy, to the bizarre dinner with Jake, to thisâbeing called on the carpet by Judge Hatcher first thing Thursday morning.
Two years ago Hatcher had been elected a district judge on a platform of conservative family values. Since associate district judges like Kate were merely appointed, Hatcher was essentially her boss. She wasnâthappy about it, since they shared years of barely concealed animosity, dating all the way back to when theyâd both worked in the Georgetown D.A.âs office. However, since he had the power to make her life very difficult, and since she knew this position was only a stepping-stone to further his political ambitions, sheâd stayed out of his way. Until now.
As she made her way back to her chambers in the courthouse annex, she struggled to calm herself. She found Kevin Thompson, the other associate district judge, waiting for her, noisily poking through the papers on her desk.
âHowâd it go?â
Still feeling bristly, she glared at him. âHow did you know about my meeting with Hatcher?â
âAre you kidding? In this office, gossip spreads like wildfire.â
She grimaced. As if she needed that reminder.
Kevin propped himself on the edge of her desk. âSo, how did the meeting go? Did he just want to rake you over the coals a little?â
âIt went about the same as all my meetings with him go. He was patronizing and rude. I kept my mouth shut.â
âGood girl. I know he drives you crazy, but itâs best to keep your head down and your nose clean. And look at it this way, in six months heâll be out of here.â
She sank into her chair. âThatâs not reassuring. In six months the elections will be over. If heâs out of here, that means heâs been elected to the Texas Supreme Court.â
Kevin shrugged. âTrue, but at least heâll be out of our hair. And letâs face it, ever since he announced he was running, heâs been a pain in the patootie.â
Kate sighed. That was sure the truth.
Meeting Kevinâs gaze, she said, âHe wants me to step aside and let him handle the McCain case.â
Kevin let out a low whistle. âGuess we should have seen that coming. Are you going to do it?â
âStep aside? No. Not if I can help it. That case has been on my docket for months now.â
âA high profile divorce like that? To be honest, Iâm surprised this is the first time itâs come up.â
Roger and Shelia McCain had worked for a local personal computer company during the boom. The millions theyâd made thrust them into the local limelight.