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Her Pregnancy Secret. Ann Major
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Автор произведения Ann Major
Жанр Современные любовные романы
Издательство HarperCollins
“Don’t be afraid,” he whispered. “I won’t let anybody hurt you...or your baby. I swear.”
In her sleep, she smiled. “I know. You just pretend...to be mean and awful and greedy.”
The wistful tenderness in her voice touched his heart. As before, she smelled of strawberries, making him remember how slick and tight she’d been, how she’d cried out at his first stroke—just as a virgin would have—but then had refused to let him stop. She’d felt so perfect. She’d been so sweet.
The memories had him burning up. His every muscle felt tight. The blood on his sheets had been real. He’d been her first. She hadn’t been lying about that as he’d tried to make himself believe. No matter what she was, that had to mean something.
He wanted to pull her closer, to hold her, to ask her why she’d never slept with anyone before him. But more than that, damn it, he wanted to make love to her again.
What was he thinking? Why did he care so deeply for this woman who’d only wanted his brother’s money?
He had to get up and separate himself from her before he lost all control and kissed her and woke her...and risked jeopardizing her health and the baby’s.
Gritting his teeth against the pain of leaving her, he eased himself to the other side of the big bed. Then he got up and went to the window where he stood for a long time, staring down at the glittering rooftops of the Village. Not that he really saw the sparkling lights or the buildings in the moonlight.
He couldn’t let himself feel so much for this woman.
When his breathing eased, he walked over to Will’s easy chair beside the bed and sat down. He intended to stay only a minute or two, but Bree’s sweet nearness eased the savage demons that rode him.
No matter what she was, no way could he leave her alone to deal with her nightmares.
Before he knew it he was fast asleep.
* * *
An alarm buzzed in her ear. When she moaned and rolled over onto soft, downy pillows, her throbbing head felt foggy. Every bone in her body, indeed every muscle she had, screamed in pain. Where had this headache from hell come from?
She let out a smothered cry and sat up. What was wrong with her? Why did everything hurt?
“You okay?” growled a deep, protective voice from above her.
In confusion she blinked up at the tall, broad-shouldered man towering over her. “Michael?”
What was he doing in her bedroom?
Confused, she scanned the bright paintings on the walls. No, she was in Will and Tony’s bedroom.
As Michael’s black eyes continued their blazing appraisal, she blushed at the intimacy of awakening in yet another bedroom with him.
How long had he been watching her? What was she doing here with him?
In the next instant his tense, brooding expression had her flashing back to him sitting beside her in the hospital. She remembered the SUV careening across the median straight at her. Tony had been unable to maneuver into another lane. They’d been hit and had rolled. Will’s limp body had crushed hers.
He hadn’t made it.
The loss of Will, as fresh as yesterday, slammed into her anew. Sinking into Will’s pillow with a shudder, she groaned and buried her face in her hands. Dear, dear Will, who’d become her best friend after Johnny’s death, was gone.
Will had been closer to her than most brothers were to their sisters. And now, because desperate circumstances had forced her to agree to marry him, she was stuck with his brother.
“It was so nice before I saw you and remembered...about Will and Tony and everything that’s happened,” she said. “Reality sucks,” she said mournfully.
Michael’s black eyes darkened, if that were possible. “I know. There’s always that first moment when you wake up...before you remember. Before the horror hits you.”
“I don’t want to get up and face a day without them,” she said. “I don’t want to be in their apartment.”
“Their apartment?”
“I...I mean Will’s apartment,” she corrected quickly. “Ours. I don’t want to remember...any of it or try to go on. It’s too hard.”
“Tell me about it. But we don’t have any choice. We have responsibilities.”
He sounded nice, almost human. But he wasn’t. She had to remember that.
Michael must have grabbed her phone from the nightstand and shut off her alarm because the noise suddenly stopped.
“Do you want coffee?” he asked abruptly.
When she nodded, he vanished.
She was rubbing her eyes when he returned a few minutes later with a steaming mug. “What time is it anyway?”
When he held out the mug, she sat up straighter, causing something to fall from her shoulders.
His jacket. What was his jacket doing wrapped around her? The thought of him worrying about her and watching over her was oddly unsettling.
“It’s 9:00 a.m.,” he said, picking up his badly wrinkled jacket and folding it under his arm.
On a normal day she would be at the bistro, preparing for the day, but because of her injuries and the spotting, she wasn’t supposed to work for a whole week. Her mother had volunteered to take over for her. So, here she was, stuck with Michael.
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