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"Of course you could always do a DNA test," she continued. "But the baby will have to be born first—" "Sasha, stop this right now," he pleaded, thinking that her skin looked ashen. "Why should I? You started it." She locked her fingers together, as if she were about to start uttering some kind of fervent prayer. "And when the baby is born no one will ever want to take it away—because they’ll be able to see how much…" she gulped. "How much we love one another!" "Sasha—I don’t want to take your baby away from you." "Yes, you do!" Had he slipped a tight, iron band around her belly and tightened it without her seeing? Sasha stared at him in horror, their argument completely wiped away by this new and terrifying intervention. "Kaleb?" He saw her wince and recognised the pain and fear, sensing that something was happening now beyond both their control. "Sasha," His voice sounded leaden. He seemed to move in slow motion towards her. He saw her stiffen, and then slump, falling forw

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The doctor hid a smile. "Good. That’s all I needed to know." Kaleb waited until she was safely strapped into his car before he reinforced what they had both heard. "You heard what the doctor said, Sasha. I hope you’re going to take notice." Stay calm, she told herself, stay calm. She cleared her throat. "No matter what the doctor said—I still have a business to run. I can’t just pretend it doesn’t exist." He didn’t answer immediately as he maneuvered the car out of the hospital gates and drove as carefully as if he had a consignment of raw eggs on the seat beside him." You’re not to worry about the business. That’s all going to be taken care of." Not to worry, indeed! "But how, Kaleb?" she wailed. "We can’t cope with just one staff and I haven’t got enough money to pay someone else if I can’t work myself." He stole a glance at her. "Let me concentrate on the road," he said abruptly. "I don’t want to have a row in the car." "Who said anything about a row?" she asked. "That mutin

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He frowned as he tried to remember the name of the blonde he'd seen the first time he came to her truck. Was it Mary, or something? "Martha," he remembered. "Or Miranda…." "Wrong" she corrected. "It's Miriam" He looked at her. "Fine. It's Miriam. So?" "So I’d like to know who’s going to do all the ordering? Sort out things? Be there to greet the customers and take their orders. Pay the bills. Keep track of everything. All the unseen things which make the difference between a business running competently and running brilliantly. Who’s going to do all that?" Kaleb could see where this was leading, and he could also see that there was only one person who could possibly do what she asked. He sighed. "I am, I guess." "Exactly! So it obviously makes far more sense for you to come and live with me!" He looked at her with interest. "How?" "How, indeed!" she scoffed. "You bring a suitcase and move in!" The interest intensified. "Maybe I should have said where?" She looked at him

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She wriggled her shoulders, as if trying to ease the tension out of them, and hair shimmered. Worse than that—it drew his attention to the heavy fullness of her breasts. He felt the hot flame of desire, and dampened it down to a dull smolder. "You started it by talking about me while I was out of the room!" "Eavesdroppers never hear any good about themselves," she said serenely. "Anyway, we were just discussing where you’re going to sleep." She smiled, and looked at the appropriately modest suitcase he had carried in with him. "Like me to show you your room?" "Okay." Feeling a little like a man going off to his own execution, he followed—noticing now how the pregnancy had added a little extra flesh to her bottom. But the added curves suited her, he decided. Maybe too much. He hadn’t been in her place since the day they’d made love, and he felt the blood heating his face as they reached her bedroom door.The image of that evening was burned indelibly into his memory, and it came on

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The same way she felt when they were sitting watching TV in the evenings, and Kaleb would leap to his feet and say that he was going to do some work in his room. But he’d say it in such a growling kind of way that she found herself wondering if she had offended him.Still, she wasn’t going to find out by attempting to read his mind, and after a week she decided that they needed to talk. She waited until Tilly, who had come to visit, had gone home after one particularly busy afternoon, and found Kaleb sitting in the living room, doing some paperwork of his own. His eyes looked sleep-depleted and he badly needed a shave—so how come he still looked like the most desirable man she had ever seen in her life?He looked up as she walked in, and frowned. "Everything okay?" he asked. "Not really." He was on his feet in an instant, his face a fretwork of frowns. "Is it the baby?" "No, it is not the baby!" said Sasha crossly. "Every time I feel tired or have a negative thought it doesn’t mean

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Sasha drew in a sharp breath. That was what she had been hinting at, yes. She hadn’t expected him to be quite so blunt about it. He didn’t wait for an answer."There’s no need to start looking coy all of a sudden. That, presumably, is what you’re angling to hear about? My past… Or current relationships?""I’d be lying if I told you I wasn’t interested," she told him quietly. "Yet I’m not really certain that I want to hear about them.""Maybe you should start the ball rolling by telling me about yours," he challenged softly."Oh, just...the usual." "That’s a pretty sweeping definition." He narrowed his eyes. "Ever come close to marrying?" "Nope. Have you?" He shook his head. "Never. Ever been in love?" Well, she certainly wasn’t going to admit to loving...she deliberately changed the tense...to having loved him. Honesty should not equal humiliation!"What’s love?" she asked, properly flippant this time."Cynic!" he laughed, but oddly he found that her answer disappointed him. Surel

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"Right, then," he said briskly. "Go and lie down before dinner." He saw her expression and knew what it meant."And stop worrying. I won’t be the unpaying guest any more. Everything will be exactly as you want it to be— you only have to say. In the evening we will talk to your heart’s content." He smiled. "Do you still play cards? You know, like we used to play with Tilly… When we were younger," "I’m a little rusty." "I could give myself a handicap." "That would be very sweet of you," said Sasha innocently. "I’m sure I’d never manage to beat you these days." His phone rang that moment, and they both stared at it together. Sasha's eyes were glued to the phone vibrating on the table but she was actually staring at the caller ID that said, 'Claire'.The moment was ruined. She blinked, then turned to look at him, "I'll be in my room" she said. Kaleb nodded, then grabbed his phone and went outside the house to answer his call. Sasha knew she shouldn't be jealous of Claire. Claire was

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"Oh, you mean your two missed calls and one message?" Sasha replied sarcastically, and Kaleb squinted his eyes. "You must have really tried your best to reach me with those sleazy attempts of yours, huh?""What do you mean?" Kaleb huffed, sitting more comfortably."I mean three trials and you're here complaining?" Sasha muttered under her breath, and he raised an amused eyebrow."So you think it wasn't enough? Do you prefer I called you nonstop and sent you a bundle of texts instead?" He smiled boyishly.Sasha rolled her eyes and got up, flustered. "No, I never said that," she replied stoutly."Oh, you didn't?" Kaleb gazed up at her, grinning."Yes, I'm only saying that you could have—" She halted. "Wait, you're only trying to evade the main issue here, aren't you?" Her voice was accusing."Meaning?" Kaleb was enjoying the show."Why are we even discussing this?" Sasha demanded, stunned."Because you want to?" Kaleb answered with a sweet smile, folding his arms across the chest."Of c

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"You'll never escape me no matter how hard you try, because you've walked into a place you shouldn't have the moment you let me kiss you at my party or let me make love to you," Kaleb whispered, placing his forehead against hers, hauling her waist."Don't try any funny business with me, Kaleb." Sasha jerked away. "Get out of my way!""And what will you do if I don't? Tell me, what will you do?" he whispered into her ear, teasing her."Fuck, Kaleb, open the door, damn it!" Sasha snapped. "Let me—" Kaleb's lips were on hers, shutting her up with a tight hold of her body, possessively as always."Kaleb—" She kissed him back. The kiss was strong, wild, and she couldn't contain the urge it ignited in her. She slowly, and gradually, yielded to his sweet torture and sensual assault. Their lips mingled, tongue to tongue. God, he was a damn kisser!"Can't you—" Kaleb spoke amidst the kiss. "Just be as quiet—" he added. "Like this?"He lifted her briskly, and she encircled her legs about aroun

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Sasha's body was resting on Kaleb's, both lying intimately on the couch. The flat screen was rambling on something none of the two paid attention at. Outside it was slightly raining, the water sliding smoothly on the glass of the window. It felt peaceful; Sasha couldn't deny this feeling of such rarity in her heart."Why did you rip off my blouse?" Sasha lamented.Kaleb was smoothly toying with her hair, tangling and detangling the strands. "I was in a hurry to undress you, I guess," he answered flatly, grinning at her.Sasha sighed. "You're so crazy, Kaleb.” The back of her hand grazed his cleanly shaved face that made him look younger than his thirty-two years of age."You've said that over a million times already." Kaleb's hands slid down to her waist, playfully reaching for the hem of his shirt. It was the only thing Sasha was wearing right now."Kaleb!" She giggled as he squeezed her butt with both hands, knowing fully well that she had no pantie inside. "What are you doing?""Ex

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