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He sounded resigned, as well as angry. He was being magnanimous enough not to blame her totally, but he still expected to get screwed.

It hurt, she thought sadly. It hurt to have him so disconnected from the joy. They'd made a baby. Didn't that matter to him at all? They'd created life. They should be celebrating. But he didn't see it that way and she wouldn't see it any other.

"You don't have to be any part of this," she said, trying to keep her voice from shaking. "I thought you might want to be a father to our child, but if you don't, that's perfectly fine. I can be a single mother."

He didn't look convinced. "You mean you'll hire staff. Isn't that what you said you'd do? Hire a nanny?"

She'd known there was a chance he wouldn't be excited. More than a chance. But she'd never thought he would be deliberately mean. She squared her shoulders and raised her chin.

"I can see this is a bad time for us to discuss anything," she said, determined to keep her voice calm. She didn't want him to know how deeply he'd cut her. "We'll talk later. For the record, I don't want anything from you. I also don't expect you to believe that. I'm sorry you're not happy but I can't ever be sorry there's a baby."

She turned then, and left without saying anything else. She had to hurry to get to her car before she started to cry.

CLAIRE BIT DOWN on the Kidd Valley onion ring and waited for the yummy flavor to brighten her mood.

"You want to talk about what's wrong or do you just want to eat and sulk?" Jesse asked from across the table.

Claire smiled. "I'm not sulking. Not seriously, anyway. I'm just..." She sighed. "I'm pregnant."

Jesse dropped her hamburger back on the paper. "You're what? Are you sure?"

"I'm triple sure."

"Who's the guy? Some musician back in New York? A married conductor?"

"You're the one who seems to favor married men," Claire said.

Jesse took a bite of her hamburger. "Sure," she mumbled. "That's what you all think."

Claire waited until her sister had swallowed, then said, "Wyatt."

Jesse's eyes widened. "Are you serious? You slept with Wyatt? Does Nicole know?"

"Yes to both. She knows about him and she knows about the baby. She's not the problem. He is."

Claire gave a brief rundown of her last conversation with him. "He's so distant and cold. I would almost wish he was angry because then I would know he was feeling something. He thinks I'm trapping him, which I'm not. I'm so happy about the baby, but he doesn't see it that way."

Jesse put down her burger and wiped her hands. "Nicole isn't mad? She doesn't care that you slept with Wyatt? I can't believe it."

Claire couldn't, either. "That's all you got from what I said?"

"What? No. I mean, yeah, it's too bad about Wyatt."

"Talk about too little too late," Claire grumbled, feeling a little of Nicole's annoyance with their baby sister.

"Hey, I've got my own troubles."

"Maybe you have them because you only think of yourself."

Jesse pulled back. "I don't need this from you."

"An opinion on your behavior? I can see why you wouldn't want one."

"Look, don't get all pissy with me because your life is messed up."

"Is that what you think this is? I couldn't possibly have a valid insight? You're wrong about that. I know exactly what's going on with you. You take the easy way out. I wonder if you always have. Jesse, you're getting too old for this game. It's time to take responsibility. Do the right thing."

Claire thought Jesse might get angry and stalk off, but instead she stayed in her seat.

"I've tried," Jesse grumbled. "I apologized to Nicole but she's still mad at me. She won't listen. What if I didn't do it? What if nothing happened?"

Claire held in a sigh. "Were you in bed with Drew?"

"Yes."

"Naked?"

"I had my panties on."

For how long? So what if there hadn't been actual intercourse? They'd been on the verge. That was enough. "He was touching your breast."

Jesse tossed her burger on the tray. "Okay, I get it. I'm the big bad?"

Even now, Jesse wasn't taking it seriously, Claire thought in annoyance. "Guess what?" Claire snapped. "You're the one who screwed up. She gets to be mad as long as she wants. Just because you're sorry doesn't mean the pain goes away. You need to keep showing up until she knows that you're serious. Right now she thinks you're just saying what she wants to hear and I kind of agree with her."

"Figures you'd take her side. You're just like her, you know. Stupid twins."

Claire knew Jesse hadn't meant the comment as a compliment, but that's how she took it. "I want to be like Nicole."

"You're more than halfway there."

"She's smart, capable, loving and successful."

"Bossy, annoying and a real pain in the ass."

"You miss her."

Jesse nodded slowly. "I know what you're saying, Claire, but it's not like that with Nicole. Once she gets mad, she doesn't get over it."

"You're wrong. She got over it with me."

"I'm not you."

"You're not trying. There's a difference."

Jesse slid out of the booth and grabbed her purse. "I don't need this crap. Not from her and not from you. You're mad at me for something that didn't happen. Go to hell."

With that she was gone.

It was, Claire thought sadly, the Keyes sisters' day for running away.

WYATT KNOCKED ONCE, then let himself into Nicole's house. "It's me," he called, then found her sitting on the sofa, her foot propped up on the coffee table.

"How are you feeling?" he asked Nicole.

"Ready to take you on."

Her eyes were bright with annoyance and something else he couldn't identify. He didn't need to ask if she knew about the pregnancy. That was obvious. She probably knew how he'd reacted. Even if Claire hadn't told her, Nicole knew him well enough to guess his reaction.

"What did you expect me to say?" he asked, feeling anger rise up in him. He'd been numb earlier, but now he was feeling it all. "This shouldn't have happened."

"You're right. It shouldn't have. But it did. And whose fault is that? What the hell were you thinking, Wyatt? You slept with my sister and didn't use a condom? Who does that?"

He didn't have an answer for that. It had been the night, or morning, and the moment. He'd been carried away by a wave of passion he'd never experienced before. But there was no way he was going to say that to Nicole.

"I thought she was covered."

"She was a virgin and the person supposed to be doing the covering is you. What right do you have to take those kind of chances?"

"I don't usually do that."

"So Claire just got lucky? This is all your fault and now you're whining about taking responsibility."

"I'm not whining."

"Sure sounds like it to me. Worse, you're punishing her. You were there, big guy. You wanted to play escaped convict and the warden's wife. Now you take responsibility for your actions."

Wait a minute. Nicole was supposed to be his friend. "You're taking her side?"

"Absolutely. You couldn't be more wrong. Dammit, Wyatt, I expected a whole lot better of you. Now get out."

He stared at her. "You can't mean that."

"More than you know."

He left the house, then stood by his car. What was going on? The whole world was screwed up.

He glared at the house. If Nicole wanted him gone, he was gone. He didn't need her or Claire or any of them.

CLAIRE ARRIVED at the house to find Nicole waiting with an assortment of pints of Ben & Jerry's ice cream.

"Normally we'd both get drunk on margaritas," Nicole told her. "But in your present condition, that's probably not a good idea. We're going to have to settle for ice cream."

The sympathy in her sister's voice told her she'd heard about her conversation with Wyatt.

"How'd you find out?" Claire asked.

"The bastard came here looking for a shoulder to cry on. I told him that was reserved for you, then kicked him out." Nicole held open her arms.

Claire crossed to her and allowed herself to be hugged. Nicole held on tight, as if she would never let go.

"I'll find someone to beat the crap out of him," her sister told her.

Claire fought tears. "I love him too much to want him hurt. How sick is that?"

"Pretty sick. So I won't tell you when it happens. But I'm still having it done."

Claire straightened. "Thanks."

Nicole shrugged. "What else can I do? For what it's worth, I'm sorry he's taking this badly."

"But not surprised?"

"No. I'll admit his family isn't exactly functional, but Wyatt's usually the good guy. Still, he believes he can't do relationships and Shanna's pregnancy and subsequent disappearing act hardly made him feel better about the process. Then you came along."

"The virgin piano player?"

Nicole smiled. "Something like that. He didn't know how to handle you. He still doesn't. It's easier for him to get angry."

Claire tried to understand, but she couldn't. "He doesn't care about the baby."

"You've spent a lot of your life looking for family. This baby gives you that and more. He's been a single dad for eight years. His dreams are different. He'll come around."

"To what? Reluctantly accepting responsibility. I don't want that."

"What do you want?"

To be swept away, she thought sadly. She wanted Wyatt to realize he was madly in love with her, couldn't live without her and desperately wanted their child. She wanted everything he'd accused her of...love and marriage. But the difference between her and Shanna was that she didn't want to win him by default and should she be lucky enough to have him want her back, she would never leave.

"I want a happy ending."

"Sometimes we have to make our own," Nicole told her. "Starting with ice cream. What flavor do you want?"

The doorbell rang. Claire's whole body clenched as she hoped it was Wyatt. Maybe a beam had fallen on him at one of his jobs and the head injury had made him come to his senses. If only.

"I'll get it," she said as she left the kitchen and walked into the great room.

She didn't find Wyatt on the doorstep. Instead Lisa, her manager, stood there.

While Lisa was as well-groomed as ever, she looked tired. And old.