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       Two

      All of the blood in Dante’s brain drained out. “You’re...what?” he whispered.

      “Pregnant,” she repeated and the word still sounded like pregnant.

      “With a baby?”

      “Science has not yet successfully crossed human DNA with any other species, so yeah,” she confirmed darkly. “I didn’t want to tell you this way but you gave me no choice.”

      Blindly, he stuck out a hand and sought the nearest hard surface to sink onto. Happened to be an end table in the adjacent living area but so what? His knees wouldn’t have held up much longer.

      “I don’t understand how this happened. Are you seeing someone?”

      There was no way. Not as eagerly as she’d responded to his touch. Not as close as he’d have sworn they were. She’d have said something about a man in her life. Wouldn’t she? He thought back to the last time she’d mentioned a guy—all the way back in college.

      She shook her head. “No. Artificial insemination.”

      “Why in the world would you do something like that?” He bit off the syllables, not bothering to temper the harshness.

      Babies needed a family. A father. She’d deliberately set herself up to be a single parent. It was inexcusable.

      Her face froze as she took in his expression. “I wasn’t interested in sharing parenting duties with anyone long-term. So a donor who was willing to sign away his rights seemed ideal.”

      This got better and better. Or worse and worse, more likely. He laughed without humor. “Most people have a life partner they decide to have kids with. Because they’re in love and want to raise a family together. Did that ever enter your thought process?”

      “Not once.” She tossed her red hair. “A romantic relationship would only complicate everything.”

      “A baby needs a male influence,” he insisted. “That’s not an opinion. Study after study shows—”

      “I know that, Dante!” Hands on her hips, she towered over him as he perched on the end table. “Why do you think I said I needed you, you big moron? That’s why I’m here. I want you to be the male influence. Dummy me, I thought our friendship was strong enough to add a baby and then you had to go and kiss me.”

      Dumbfounded, he blinked. “Did you think to ask me about this before you got pregnant?”

      Because he would have talked her out of it if she had. This was the most ridiculous idea she’d ever heard.

      “It’s my life and my body,” she announced as guilt flashed through her expression.

      She must have guessed he might react like this, because she knew his history, knew how he felt about kids. And had done it anyway. “You know anonymous donors don’t always tell the truth about their medical history on those questionnaires. There’s no telling what kind of genetic mess you’ve created in there.”

      He jerked his head toward her abdomen. She had a baby in her womb and it was suddenly a sacred place, not available for desecrating with the kind of activities he’d had in mind mere minutes ago.

      He’d actually been strategizing on how to get her back into his arms so they could finish that kiss. How else would he exorcise his attraction to her? What small taste of her he’d been granted had thus far only whetted his appetite for the main course. Hers, too, obviously, despite her denial.

      Dante was an expert after all. She wanted him as much as the reverse was true.

      But she was already shaking her head. “That’s why the donor wasn’t anonymous. I did a lot of research into this before I made my decision and I carefully selected my baby’s father. Dr. Cardoza is the perfect—”

      “Dr. Cardoza? Dr. Tomas Cardoza is your baby’s father?” Red stained Dante’s vision, his hands curling and uncurling as he fought to keep from unleashing his frustration on the drywall.

      “He’s a renowned chemist,” she explained as if he might be confused about Cardoza’s contribution to the planet.

      “I know,” Dante somehow got out through clenched teeth. “If you recall, he’s the reason I didn’t win the Nobel.”

      Harper’s eyes widened. “Well, yeah. But that was ages ago. Surely you’re over that, especially given that you’ve moved into another field.”

      He couldn’t help it. The laugh bubbled out and he pinched off his glasses to wipe his eyes. Of all the people she could have fathered a baby with, she’d picked Cardoza, the sorriest excuse for a human being that ever walked the earth, and that included Dante’s parents, whoever they were.

      No. He wasn’t over it. Cardoza was the reason Dante had been forced into TV. If Cardoza hadn’t cheated on his methodology, he’d never have won the Nobel and Dante would have at least had a fair shot. After Cardoza had won, all the interest in Dante’s research had dried up, leaving him lab-less, fundless and desperate for someone to give him a new opportunity.

      The Science of Seduction had been born.

      Of course, it had been lucrative beyond his wildest fantasies. But a nine-figure bank account didn’t make up for having his long-held scientific goals stolen out from under him.

      “Just out of curiosity,” he said once he thought he could talk without betraying the wash of emotion beating at his breastbone. “How did you manage to pick Cardoza?”

      Of all freaking people.

      “Oh. I ran into Tomas at a convention recently. The thing I told you about in St. Louis? He was presenting a paper and I loved his conclusions. When I saw him later in the hotel lobby, I introduced myself and we got to talking.”

      “Got chummy, did you?” Dante practically sneered. Tomas. Like they were all friends here.

      “Sure, he’s a brilliant man. Great cheekbones. His genetics were the main reason I became interested in him.”

      Something black bloomed in Dante’s chest. “He hit on you.”

      “What? No. Well, okay, yeah, I guess if you count the fact that he asked if I’d consider getting pregnant the old-fashioned way ‘hitting on me.’” she accompanied her words with air quotes, oblivious to the way Dante’s stomach had lost its lining. “Then I guess he did.”

      Dante massaged the ice pick that had formed between his eyes. “Please, for the love of God, tell me you said no.”

      She scowled. “Of course I said no. I have no interest in that kind of relationship with any man.”

      Relief flooded his chest so

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