Chapter 43

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