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“What about you? Unless you are looking for more- “
“No’ She countered so swiftly that he had to force himself to keep his face straight. “I am not looking for another relationship.”
“Then what I am suggesting is perfectly acceptable. We see each other on a purely physical basis.”
“And when I have this baby?”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“I am pregnant.”
“I know.”
“With your baby.”
“That’s right.”
His imperturbable expression was driving her crazy. He could not be this unemotional.
“It’s going to complicate things.”
“Not if we don’t allow it to.”
“You have an answer to everything, don’t you?” She accused him.
“I am just trying to make you see that we have nothing to worry about.” When his hands clamped around her waist, and he shifted so that she was straddling, her eyes widened as she felt his hardness pulsing inside her. “I just made my point.”
Chapter 7
He spent the rest of the day proving they had something. In doing so, he also proved to himself that he was falling in love with her. It was not something he had planned, but it happened, and now he was going to prove to this exquisite beauty that this was no longer a business relationship.
She was so passionate and giving and suited him more than any other woman he had ever been with.
And she was fast asleep in his arms. He had gone downstairs to warm up another batch of soup and found some bread to go with it, and they shared the meal in bed. He had worn her out and felt only slightly guilty about it.
While downstairs, he had called his office and canceled his appointments. It was a first for him, but he had been reluctant to leave her. Now that he had established his feelings, the urge to spend every moment with her was fundamental.
He had also called his mother to tell her he would not be home for the night. She had not asked questions because he sometimes spent the night out.
Shifting his head down, he stared at the woman curled into his arms, a smile touching his lips. It was strange how protective he felt where she was concerned. Her hair was a tangled mess streaming over his shoulder, and her lips parted slightly.
She had tried to argue against the suggestion he had made, and he could see why she was such a good lawyer, he thought wryly. She itemized her points and made very persuasive arguments about why this was a bad idea. But he had smoothly overridden them.
She was such a tiny thing, and she was carrying his baby inside her womb. He had every intention of them becoming a family.
For the first time since his uncle and Gracie had betrayed him, he felt whole, the icicle surrounding his heart, the barriers he had erected almost gone.
The betrayal had hit him like a ton of bricks, and he had cursed himself for the fool who had not noticed what had been happening right under his nose. The doubts had surfaced, his self-esteem taking a vicious beating as he wondered if he had reached too high. A rueful smile touched his lips as he stared at the woman in his arms.
Ryleigh Bogle had class written all over her petite frame. She was from a perfect family and a very intelligent woman. But from what he noticed about her, the little time he had known her, he realized that she was not stuck up. It struck him then that they barely knew each other, yet he felt she had been in his life for years.
Bending his head, he brushed a tender kiss on her forehead and settled back, his hands tightening around her possessively as he prepared for sleep.
*****
He was gone when she woke up the following day, which was a relief, or that was what she was telling herself. The minute she opened her eyes, the memories of last night came flooding back, sending heat tumbling throughout her body. Rolling over, she sat up against the pillows and stared at the blank television screen on the wall.
After Glen, she had sworn to keep men at bay. Her heart had been shattered, and after that disaster, she would have been a fool to venture into anything again. She had decided to give herself a couple of years at the most. And she also convinced herself that she had a fantastic knack for picking the wrong person.