Page 56 of Prognosis Incompatible

Marcus swung her up wordlessly and strode into the lounge, and was making his way to the bedroom when there was a knock at the door. They both stopped and looked at each other, puzzled. It was eleven o’clock at night.

‘You expecting anyone?’ he asked.

Hardly. It was his place after all. She laughed. ‘No.’

He sighed and turned around, carrying her to the door.

She laughed some more and wiggled her legs. ‘Put me down.’

‘No way, he said. ‘I’m not ever letting you go.’

Madeline forgot her embarrassment and clung to him, buoyed by his statement.

‘Open the door,’ he told her. ‘My hands are full.’

She snort laughed as she reached for the door. It swung open and Madeline saw a pretty blonde woman standing there, a suitcase at her feet.

‘Who the hell is she?’ the woman asked Marcus, glaring at Madeline.

Madeline didn’t know who the woman was but she saw the possessive gleam in her eyes and wanted to roar, back off bitch, in her most demonic voice as Marcus put her on her feet.

‘Who the hell are you?’ she demanded in return, not caring that her shirt barely covered the tops of her thighs and the button holding the two sides together didn’t cover very much either.

‘I’m Marcus’s wife.’

‘Ex-wife,’ Marcus said firmly.

So, this was Tabitha? She was pretty with a killer body. Madeline felt ill.

‘What do you want, Tab?’ Marcus asked, not quite able to believe that she had followed him all the way to Queensland and had chosen this particular moment to announce herself.

‘I’m pregnant,’ she said, placing her hand protectively on her flat stomach. ‘It’s yours.’

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