Chapter 44

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 neg