Baby In A Million Read online

  BABY IN A MILLION

  Rebecca Winters

  Cord and Ashley McKnight are proud to announce the birth of their son Cabe.

  Weight: Nine pounds, four ounces

  Height: twenty-three inches long…

  The doctors had told Cord McKnight he would never father a child. The doctors had been wrong. For on his last night with Ashley, a miracle had occurred—a million-to-one chance… And now it seemed his estranged wife was nine months pregnant!

  Only, Ashley had walked out on Cord for good reason. She had never doubted that Cord would make a perfect father—it was his skills as a husband she'd begun to doubt. All the evidence suggested that he was having an affair. But Cord was determined to hold on to his newfound family, even if it meant holding out for another miracle—getting his wife back!

  CHAPTER ONE

  When the phone rang, Ashley McKnight got up clumsily from the kitchen table. She’d been folding clothes which had just come out of the dryer and hurried to answer it, afraid it might waken Mrs. Bromwell who had finally fallen asleep, hopefully until morning.

  Though Ashley turned off the elderly woman’s phone every night, the second extension in the kitchen lay on the other side of the wall of the comfortable apartment. Any noise past ten o’clock could disturb her because she suffered from crippling arthritis and the medicine didn’t always blot out the pain. But she was such a dear soul, she hardly ever complained.

  The only people who would phone her this late would be Mrs. Bromwell’s family to see how their mother was doing, and how Ashley was faring. They had a replacement for Ashley, realizing that if she went into early labor, she’d have to leave their mother on a moment’s notice.

  But her doctor expected her to go full term, which meant she had four more weeks until the baby was due—four weeks to earn a little more money. Besides needing to outfit a layette, she had attorney fees to pay. She’d signed the papers. Now it was Cord’s turn to sign so that their divorce would be final right away.

  Out of habit she lifted a hand to smooth the hair from her ear, still forgetting that she’d had the long, thick, molasses-colored mane cut off last month. Her new short, stylish wedge-cut felt cool and would be much easier to manage with the approach of the baby and the hot summer coming on.

  “Hello?” she said quietly.

  “Ashley—”

  Her sudden intake of breath robbed her of speech. She hadn’t heard that deep voice in eight months, hadn’t seen her husband in all that time.

  Since she’d sworn her attorney to secrecy, the only way Cord could have found out where she was living and working was through Greg Ferris, Cord’s best friend, the owner of an exclusive sporting goods company in Salt Lake where she’d done a lot of the accounting until the time she’d left her husband.

  She’d thought Greg was her best friend, too! He’d promised not to tell Cord where she lived, or that she was pregnant. That kind of news she intended to keep from her husband until after the baby was born and she had settled elsewhere.

  After several years of trying to conceive, they’d gone in for tests and had found out Cord had a problem which made it almost impossible for them to have children.

  When she’d left his house for good, it would never have occurred to her to think she was pregnant. Not only because of the medical reasons, but because the last, disastrous six months of their hurtful marriage had been spent in separate bedrooms.

  From the first moment Ashley had been introduced to Sheila, Cord’s stepmother, the other woman had made subtle remarks out of Cord’s hearing which insinuated that she and Cord had enjoyed a romantic relationship before her marriage to his father—that they still desired each other.

  Confused and appalled by the revelation, Ashley had tried to put the whole thing out of her mind. For the most part she had succeeded.

  She and Cord couldn’t travel down from the Teton Mountains of Wyoming to Salt Lake very often. As a park ranger, he didn’t take that much time off from his work to get away. But when he could arrange it—mostly so they could visit Greg and his wife in Salt Lake—they only stopped off to see Cord’s father and stepmother for short periods of time, whether it be at the office or at the house.

  Somehow Sheila always managed to say something in private to Ashley which alluded to Sheila’s past relationship with Cord. But it wasn’t until the death of Cord’s father that Sheila grew bolder and played on Ashley’s doubts about Cord’s interest in his stepmother.

  As time went on, and Ashley’s marriage to Cord began to disintegrate because of insurmountable problems, the doubts grew until Ashley feared that Sheila was telling the truth.

  Only once, the night before Ashley had moved out of the house, had Cord come to her, trying to persuade her to believe in him, to stay with him, telling her that Sheila meant less than nothing to him, that it was Ashley he loved.

  Like a fool she’d succumbed to that moment because it had been such a long time since they’d been together, and she was still so desperately in love with him.

  When morning dawned and she found herself alone in the bed, she went to his room in search of him, wanting with all her heart to believe that he’d meant what he’d said.

  Oh, she found him all right. Sheila was there, of course. Ashley’s worst fears had been realized.

  After a night of such incredible passion, the pain of his betrayal with his father’s widow had torn her heart to pieces. In agony, Ashley had fled from him with her bags, never dreaming he’d made her pregnant.

  If he knew she was carrying his child, he might delay the divorce, escalating attorney costs. He’d insist on taking care of her. He’d be relentless. It was something she wouldn’t be able to tolerate, not when it was excruciatingly painful to be around him.

  Just hearing his voice again set her heart thudding with sickening force. Well into the final stages, the pregnancy made her short-winded anyway. But to know that the man she’d loved to the exclusion of all else—despite everything she knew he’d done—was on the other end of the line, left her feeling faint and dry-mouthed.

  “Hello, Cord.”

  Good heavens. She’d attempted to infuse a businesslike quality in her tone, but her voice betrayed a pathetic nervousness.

  “It’s nice to know you remember me,” came the silky rejoinder.

  Remember you! She tried to swallow her pain. Though separation had brought physical closure to the insoluble problems of their six-year marriage, part of her had never let him go. Even if she weren’t pregnant with his child, she knew it would be impossible to get over him.

  How many times had she relived the fantasy that one day the phone would ring, that it would be Cord calling her with proof that there’d never been an affair with Sheila, that it had all been a mistake… That he still loved her, Ashley, and wanted her back.

  But this was no fantasy phone call. His sarcasm crushed her. Eight months of separation hadn’t changed anything. One bitter remark from him and they were back in battle mode, as if they’d never been apart.

  All they managed to do was hurt each other.

  Her hand tightened on the receiver. “If you’re not calling me to let me know you’ve signed the divorce papers, then I don’t know why you bothered.”

  She hadn’t meant to sound so curt, but it was her only defense against the old emotions swamping her. Though he hadn’t asked for a divorce, she knew he’d wanted one so he and his father’s predatory widow—the woman who was now a voting member on the board of the McKnight Company—could be together.

  To accommodate him, Ashley had filed. That was the pain she lived with day and night.

  “I’m fine. Thanks for asking,” he mocked with bitter irony.

  She couldn’t take much more. �
�I—Is there a point to this conversation? I’m very busy and it’s late.”

  By now her voice held a distinct tremor. No doubt he’d heard it. She couldn’t bear for him to know how much this phone call had shaken her.

  “Actually, there is.”

  “If you read the papers my attorney sent your attorney, this couldn’t possibly be about money. I never wanted yours, and I’m making an adequate living.”

  The quiet on the other end of the phone let her know she’d said the one thing guaranteed to anger Cord. It had infuriated him that she didn’t want alimony. She heard his sharp intake of breath. “This has nothing to do with money.”

  Ashley bit her lip. Was he about to tell her he knew she was pregnant?

  If Greg hadn’t confided that information to Cord, then she couldn’t imagine what this was all about unless he’d heard she was hard-pressed for money.

  Only because she’d been given room and board to be a companion and do light housekeeping for Mrs. Bromwell, did she have a decent place to stay. The family of the feeble eighty-year-old woman who never left the house paid Ashley a small salary which she was hoarding for the time when she had to find another place to live and work after the baby was born.

  Soon she would move into the vacant tiny one room basement apartment around the corner to get things ready for the baby.

  Though it was the last thing she wanted to do, she’d probably have to sell her diamond ring to help pay for the delivery. The proceeds from the sale, plus the little money she’d saved would keep her afloat until the baby had come and she could look for another caretaking position that allowed an infant.

  “I’ve a favor to ask,” came his deep-toned, vibrant voice over the wires.

  Favor?

  Her delicately arched brows drew together in a frown. After trampling all over her heart until he’d ground it to pieces, he wanted something more from her?

  “So if I don’t grant it, you won’t sign the papers? Is that it?”

  “One has nothing to do with the other. I’m waiting to hear from my attorney.”

  How did he maintain such perfect control when she was on the verge of hysteria?

  “I think I’m the wrong woman to ask,” she bit out at last. Her whole body was trembling. “What could you possibly want from me now?”

  The question was out before she realized how angry she sounded. And how vulnerable. Damn, damn, damn.

  “You’re the one who ended things by moving out on me—” his voice grated “—but that’s all past history. What I’m asking for is a little of your time.”

  His calm reply enflamed her.

  “Ask Sheila.”

  There was another deadly quiet. “Aside from the fact that she has nothing to do with my personal life, you’re the only person who can help me. I’m calling from City Creek Hospital,” he added quietly.

  As a dozen ghastly scenarios flashed through her mind, she suddenly felt sick to the pit of her stomach. “What’s wrong?” She almost strangled on the words.

  “It’s not fatal,” he answered in a dry tone, obviously reading her mind with his usual accuracy. His explanation released the tight band around her chest, allowing her to breathe again. “But I’d rather discuss it with you in person.”

  “No!” she cried out in fright. Since he was still in the dark about her pregnancy, she didn’t want him to find out about it yet.

  Rising to her feet in a panic she said, “If this isn’t a life-and-death situation, then there’s no reason why we can’t talk on th—”

  “As I was about to say,” he broke in civilly before she’d finished, “you have every right to refuse me.”

  Cord had a way of baiting her which not only pushed every button, but managed to make her feel sorry for him so she ended up battling a large dose of guilt for something she hadn’t even done. Flushed because of the late stage of her pregnancy, their conversation had raised her temperature another couple of degrees.

  “To be honest, I’m surprised you haven’t already hung up on me.”

  She held her forehead in her head. He would never beg. It wasn’t his way. So why had he called? What was really going on with him?

  “Cord—I fail to see—”

  “The point?” he interrupted once more. “I suppose I should have expected that response from you. Rest assured I won’t bother you again.”

  Beneath his wintry delivery, there was a bleakness in his response which haunted her long after the line had gone dead…

  When Ashley went to bed a half hour later, she tossed and turned all night. The pain in her lower back, coupled with the activity in her womb would have made her restless anyway, but Cord’s phone call had disturbed her so much, she knew she wouldn’t sleep until she knew the real reason why he’d contacted her.

  They were getting divorced. Their marriage was over. Soon he and Sheila could do whatever they wanted without interference. It was nothing to do with Ashley, not anymore.

  But he had phoned with a specific purpose in mind. Maybe he’d been diagnosed with something terminal, but not immediate.

  No matter what had happened to break them up, the thought of him no longer existing on the planet brought pure terror to her heart.

  The next morning, after she’d prepared Mrs. Bromwell’s breakfast, Ashley left her listening to a book on tape. With a small grocery list in hand she took the car to the store, then drove to Greg’s office located on the east bench, ten miles from the apartment. If anyone knew the truth, he did.

  “Hi, Sally,” she said to one of the clerks on her way back to Greg’s office where she used to work. Now that spring had come to Utah, the store was packed with people already dreaming about summer campouts, ready to take advantage of the sales on new tents and lanterns.

  Seconds later she gave a little rap on the door to his suite, their private signal.

  Greg looked up with a broad smile and leaped out of his chair. “My, my how you’ve blossomed since I last saw you. You look beautiful.” He gave her an affectionate hug before telling her to sit down opposite his desk.

  Happily married to Bonnie, and the proud father of two adorable children, Greg had been her rock and confidant when things had started to go wrong in her marriage to Cord.

  She didn’t want to believe that he would have betrayed the trust she’d placed in him. If he’d gone against her pleas not to tell Cord anything, then she needed to know about it right now.

  If he’d kept his promise, she needed to know that, too, so she wouldn’t be angry at him for something of which he was ignorant.

  “What brings you here unless it’s to get your old job back? Much as I like Elly, she’s never been able to fill your shoes. She doesn’t understand the business the way you do. Everyone around here still misses you like crazy.”

  “Thanks, Greg. That’s nice to hear.”

  “I’ll tell you what. If you’d reconsider working for me again, I’ll buy you a reclining chair, and we can put a cot in back room when you need to lie down.” He kept it up with that winning smile. It warmed her aching heart.

  “Greg—you’re wonderful, and I treasure those words, but you know why I could never come back here to work.”

  His expression sobered and he leaned forward in his swivel chair. “Cord doesn’t come in the store anymore if that’s what you’re worried about. If I want to talk to him, I have to do the calling. Even then, he’s not himself. The last three times I’ve asked him to go spring skiing with me, he’s turned me down. Frankly, I’m worried about him.”

  The fact that Cord had called her from the hospital made what Greg said that much more alarming.

  Evidently their impending divorce had caused a breach in Greg’s relationship with Cord, something Ashley wouldn’t have imagined happening. They’d been friends for years and loved each other like brothers. The two couples had been on dozens of weekend vacations together in the mountains.

  If he’d closed up on Greg, then she had to assume Cord’s problems had to do wi
th Sheila. When the divorce was final, Ashley didn’t suppose he could contemplate marrying his father’s second wife without alienating a lot of people, but it would be Greg’s opinion that mattered most.

  Since Greg had done everything in his power to help them fight for their marriage, she could only assume Cord was staying away from his closest friend to avoid talking about the past or being made to feel guilty.

  She took a shuddering breath. “Did you by any chance give him my phone number?”

  Greg’s eyes narrowed. “Did he phone you?”

  “Yes. From City Creek Hospital. Last night.”

  “Thank God!”

  Ashley was taken aback by such heartfelt emotion.

  “Then you told him where he could reach me?” she asked incredulously.

  “Yesterday morning,” he said with a nod. “I had to, Ashley. Cord is in serious trouble.”

  A spurt of adrenaline made her feel dizzy. “He said it wasn’t fatal.”

  “He was lying!” he fired back. “I’m convinced you’re his only lifeline. Have you seen him?”

  “No,” she said on a ragged breath. “I’m afraid our conversation degenerated rather quickly. He insisted on seeing me in person. I told him no and he hung up.” Her voice trailed.

  She heard an unintelligible epithet come out of him. He sounded so much like Cord just then, it stunned her. “Did you tell him I’m pregnant?”

  “No. He has no idea he’s about to become a father, nor does he know where you live, or how you’re earning a living. Since you refuse to go to him, I guess that’s it.”

  For the first time since she’d known Greg, he was making her feel guilty. “Do you know what’s wrong with him?”

  He grimaced and it aged his appearance. “I have a gut feeling, but it’s not my place to say.” His amber eyes stared directly into hers. “You really have cut him completely out of your life, haven’t you?”

  “Greg—” she defended, “if Bonnie had ever done to you what Cord and Sheila—”

  “Ashley—” he broke in not unkindly, “I didn’t say that to hurt you. I suppose I was hoping time might have softened the wounds, but apparently I was wrong. I love you and Cord, and can see that both of you are in horrendous pain. It’s hard to sit back and do nothing, but that’s exactly what I’ve done all this time up until yesterday when I went to see him. That’s when I felt I had to intervene.”