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“I am fine. I was feeling a little dizzy this morning, but it’s not too bad now. Beau is–”She spread her hands wide. “Well, he is trying to be on board, but he is worried.”
Her expression sobered. “I don’t have to tell you that I am in for a rough road. I might be carrying multiples.”
“Honey, I had twins, and it was no picnic. But it was worth it,” Leesa told her with a wide smile.
Georgie pressed a hand on her stomach. “I am hoping for triplets.”
Her friends stared at her in consternation.
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
She looked at Kelly and shrugged. “I might not have a say in it. I want children. Beau does not understand why this is so important to me, but I want so much to be a mother.”
“Men are clueless when it comes to parenting.”
Kelly abandoned her place by the bookcase and came over to sit on a plush chair near to the other two women. “I knew without a doubt that it was time to hang up my stilettos and become a mother and I never regretted it.”
“It was the same for me,” Leesa admitted dreamily. “I left my modeling without looking back.”
“Beau is concerned, and he has his doubts. He wanted us to wait, but I couldn’t. I had to do this.”
“How soon will you know if you are carrying triplets?”
“In a few weeks and until then, I am supposed to take it easy.”
“We could take over some of your activities.” Leesa suggested
“I will let you know the ones I am not able to honor. I promised the doctors and Beau that I would do everything I am told. We had a huge fight some weeks ago and I want to avoid anything like that happening again. But oh girls! I am so excited!”
“We are excited for you darling.” Kelly told her with a grin.
*****
“Your wife shines like the noonday sun,” Conrad Daley murmured as he sipped his after-dinner drink. “She lights up an entire room. You are a lucky man, Beau.”
“I am aware.” He strove to keep the harshness from his voice. He had watched the man flirting with Georgie for almost the entire evening and trying to monopolize her attention. Georgie did her best to deflect his attention without being overtly rude and Beau admired her restraint.
“If she was mine, I would not leave her an inch.” He grinned that reptilian smile of his as he watched Georgie talking to Blake and several others. “She is ravishing.’
“You are neglecting your own wife,” Beau pointed out coldly. The man was a pain in the ass, but he was also a major investor in several business ventures.
“Marion is not the outgoing type.” He flicked the mousey looking woman who was seated in a corner of the room, nursing a glass of champagne and trying to look inconspicuous. “Ours is not a love match. Not like yours” he turned to look at Beau, a speculative look in his pale blue eyes. “Like I said, you are a very lucky man.”
“If you would excuse me?” Putting away his drink, he moved forward to meet the topic of their discussion and the object of Conrad’s lustful eyes.
“I thought you had deserted me.” Tucking her arm through his, he led her to one corner of the room for privacy.
“Not a chance. I saw the way you were looking at Conrad and decided that it was time to make a rescue. You looked as if you wanted to punch his lights out.”
“I was close to it,” Beau growled, feeling his anger and jealousy disappearing. “I thought I told you not to wear anything this revealing.”
“Then I would have to get a whole new wardrobe," she said impishly. “This happens to be the most modest outfit in the closet.”
He gave the plum-colored dress hugging her curves a critical once over. He had seen her when she was getting ready of course.
The dress covered her from throat to knees, with see-through sleeves, but anything she wore was going to bring attention to her incandescent beauty. His wife could be wearing a sackcloth and still managed to give it a certain flair.
“I should lock you up and throw away the key," he growled.