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Olivia. It was the first time in his life he had been in this position and he didn’t like it.

      Staring at Olivia, he was tempted to tell her to pack and go if she wouldn’t accept his terms, but when he thought about losing the baby, he clamped his jaw closed more tightly.

      This morning she was gorgeous and looked as self-confident as if she already had her law degree. How much easier all this would have been if she had been as plain as a guinea hen. “You’re ready to fly home?”

      “Isn’t that what we’re doing?”

      “I’m not in a rush. I’ll take you to breakfast.” They faced each other in a tense silence. “Have you come to a decision on my offer?” he asked and held his breath.

      “I still want more than money,” she replied nonchalantly as if they were discussing what to order for breakfast, and his insides clenched.

      “Dammit, I don’t think you know what you’re doing!” he snapped, trying to hold back his fury and hating to meet her terms.

      “Indeed, I do,” she replied with the coolness of a card shark. “So do you have an answer for my proposal?”

      He jammed his fist into his pocket. In the night he had made his decision what he would do if she turned down his offer.

      “How can you reject the fortune I’m extending to you? You’re not thinking about your baby.”

      “Oh, yes, I am. I can decline your offer because I think you want my baby in your family to such an extent that sooner or later, you’ll agree to my proposal. If you do, you’ll make a greater commitment than what you’re now suggesting I take.”

      “You’re damn sure of yourself,” he grumbled, thinking he had misjudged her by a country mile when he first saw her. She was smart, self-possessed and quickly shedding any rough edges she had from her poverty-stricken upbringing.

      She merely shrugged. “I’m more sure of you,” she replied softly.

      He shook his head and rubbed the back of his neck. “I have to hand it to you. I usually get my way in deals. I’ve bought land, horses, cattle, took over a drilling company for my dad, etc., etc. and you’re the only one who’s held my feet to the fire and given me something I couldn’t cope with.”

      “Do tell,” she said blithely, and he wanted to grind his teeth. At the same time, he had to hand it to her for holding out for the big deal.

      “At least, it’s a relief to know this baby’s going to inherit some brains.”

      “Thank you, I think. Unless you’re referring solely to your brother.”

      “You know I’m not talking about him.”

      They stared at each other while silence once again filled the passing time. She smiled at him and began to move around the room, placing her bag and a sack together in a chair so her things would be ready to go. Finally, she turned to face him. “Still debating? We can go to breakfast while you think it over.”

      Knowing she wasn’t going to change, he shook his head. There was no need in prolonging the moment of decision because he was the only one vacillating about her proposition.

      Her eyebrows arched and she slanted her head. “No? That must mean you’ve come to a conclusion? What are you going to do? Are you going to marry me?”

Five

      Olivia’s pulse jumped because the fury that burned in his gaze made her think there was a possibility he would acquiesce and do what she wanted. While she waited, she held her breath and watched the battle in his tense expression. His blue eyes flashed with pinpoints of fire.

      The tension ripped at her nerves and finally she blurted, “What’s your decision?”

      “You win. I’ll marry you,” he snapped in clipped words.

      Joy and relief flooded her. Her baby’s future had just been sealed. It held a promise for the best possible chance for a family, a caring father-figure and education for her baby. And herself. She fought the urge to throw her arms around Matt and shout her gratitude. Instead, she merely nodded and tried to bottle her bubbling response.

      “I have some stipulations.” He ground out the words, and she nodded.

      Like a wave pounding into shore and then receding, her relief swept away and was replaced by worry over what she had gotten herself into. What was he going to require of her in exchange? One condition he had already told her was sex with him! And soon.

      “Thank you,” she said quietly, feeling his anger that was almost tangible enough to spark the air around them.

      He inhaled deeply and gave her another long look that burned like a streak of fire. “We’ll have to work out the prenup agreement,” he said.

      She nodded while her heart thudded. She tried to bank her excitement and keep a lid on all her expectations of what she would gain when she married into the Ransome family.

      “Let’s get breakfast and make plans,” he suggested. “We don’t have to check out of the hotel until after lunch, so while we’re here in the city, if you want to shop for a wedding dress, I’ll give you a list of the stores where I have accounts and you can charge it to me, or if you prefer, I’ll go along and write a check or give you a card.”

      “It’s bad luck for the groom to see the wedding dress before the wedding.”

      He gave her a withering look. “I don’t think that old superstition applies in this case. Business arrangements have little connection to superstition.”

      “I prefer to shop by myself,” she answered with what she hoped was as cold a voice as his.

      He nodded. “I’ve already made an appointment for a meeting with my attorney at three o’clock this afternoon. Right now, let’s go to breakfast and negotiate the details.”

      She nodded. “Fine. Give me one minute here,” she said, going into the bedroom. She returned shortly and smiled at him. “There. I quit my job.”

      “That’s one good thing,” he said.

      Picking up her purse, she walked beside him, trying to keep quiet and let him talk. His face was still flushed and a muscle still worked in his jaw. His voice was tight and she could only guess the depth of his anger. She suspected that except for his divorce, he had rarely had to give in to something he didn’t like.

      Breakfast was in a solarium in the hotel. She doubted if Matt appreciated or even noticed their sunny glass-covered surroundings and tall potted palms. He drank coffee, but otherwise barely touched his breakfast.

      While Matt sipped his coffee and studied notes, she remained silent.

      “The first stipulation I have, is if you have an abortion or a miscarriage, the deal’s off on everything. We get divorced immediately and you get nothing.”

      “That’s fine,” she agreed quickly and was surprised at quirk of his lips in a crooked smile. “What’s there to smile about?” she asked.

      “You won the war. Now you’ll let me win the battles,” he observed dryly.

      She flashed a smile at him. “I can be agreeable and yes, you’re right. I got what I wanted on the big issue. Now I can be cooperative on other things.”

      His expression softened and he studied her, his gaze roaming slowly over her features as if he were trying to memorize her looks. “I intend to get what I want, too,” he drawled, and a tingle spiraled in her because she knew he was no longer referring to the prenup agreement.

      “So what do you want?” she asked with a jump in her pulse.

      “Forbidden fruit,” he answered in a sexy tone that fanned flames of desire. “Seduction,” he

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