Chapter Thirty One

When Collins stroked her stomach, would their baby feel his touch as she did, deep in her womb? Would he love it if he knew it was there? Would he come to love her? She needed so much from this week with him.

The waiter came to take their orders. Jasmine decided on what she hoped was a bland chicken dish, not wanting anything to upset her stomach tonight. Collins ordered steak and a bottle of wine, which she knew she wouldn't share. Maybe a glass of it wouldn't hurt, but she was glad water was served without her even asking for it.

After the waiter had gone, Collins sat back and eyed her with a rueful twinkle . 'I really want to race you back to the hotel. Why do you suppose you have this effect on me?'

It was another chance to probe his feelings and Jasmine seized it.

'Favour says...maybe we don't get to pick whom we love. They just complement something in us.' she said.

'Love...' Collins repeated. He frowned over the word, a dark rejection of it in his eyesas he tersely asked, '