Choosing Sarah

Chapter 2

Sarah chose her outfit carefully the next day. She wore a light blue pantsuit with matching sandals. She wanted to appear businesslike so Grant would take her seriously. She was worried about the type of reception she would get.

That afternoon, Sarah drove to the building where Grant had his headquarters and parked outside the main entrance. She couldn't tell if it was morning sickness of nerves that had her stomach all tied up in knots.

She entered the main office and gave her name to the receptionist. She was asked to wait in a small reception area. She clutched her hand bag tightly, wishing the meeting was over already.

"He'll see you now," the receptionist said, pointing to a door on her left.

Taking a deep breath, Sarah stood up and went through the doorway.

A man behind the desk looked up as Sarah entered the office. He was dressed in jeans and a sports jacket. He looked like Grant, but there was something formal about his manner.

"Miss Bennett? I'm Grant Jenkins. Please have a seat."

He gestured toward a chair positioned across from his desk.

Sarah sat down, a puzzled frown marring her attractive features. Why was he acting like he didn't know her?

"Grant, don't you remember me?" she asked, trying to stay calm.

"Lady, I've never seen you before in my life. Now, what can I do for you?"

How could he have forgotten her? Was he playing some sick, twisted joke on her because she couldn't remember sleeping with him? If so, it wasn't funny.

"You can tell me why you're pretending not to know me when I have your business card in my purse."

"I'm not pretending anything, lady. I'm a busy man and I don't have time to play games. Just tell me why you're here so I can help you."

His brusque manner was starting to anger her. The look in his flinty green eyes was serious enough to make her doubt herself. But she wasn't crazy. This was the man from the hotel.

"We met at the Shark Club and we spent the night together," she spat, sitting up straight.

Grant shook his head. "I told you, I've never been there. You're wasting my time."

"I'm pregnant and you're the father," she blurted out.

Grant stared at her in stony silence, rubbing his temple with his fingers.

"Wait a minute," he finally said. "Let me make a call."

He picked up his cell phone and dialed a number.

"Hey, it's me," he said, when the call was answered. "Did you meet a cute blond at the Shark Club six weeks ago? Yeah? Well, she's here in my office...Uh huh. So, I've got some news for you...you're going to be a dad. No, I'm not kidding. I'll call you back, okay? Bye."

Grant hung up the phone and smiled at Sarah for the first time.

"I've solved the mystery," he said triumphantly. "I'm not the father of your baby."

"You're not?" she said, surprised.

"No. My twin brother Greg is."

"Your twin? But why did he tell me he was you?"

She couldn't believe what Grant was saying. Why would somebody pretend to be somebody else? Why wouldn't he introduce himself as Greg?

Grant shook his head. He looked at Sarah with pity.