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David’s eyebrows lifted. “I see. And you are afraid of his reaction.”

“Yes.”

“Well, my dear, from what I saw tonight, the man is obviously smitten. I am sure that telling him is not going to be as difficult as you anticipate.”

“It is going to be worse. I am carrying twins.”

“Ah.” David sent her a sympathetic look. “Then I would suggest you tell him posthaste. If I noticed the changes and I just met you, then other people are going to start noticing and I am sure you would not want him hearing it from someone else.”

“No,” she said dispiritedly, “I have been working up the courage to call and ask him to meet me. And it’s not happening.”

Reaching over, he took her hand. “You are a very brave and courageous woman and a lovely pregnant one, by far the loveliest I have ever seen. And you are going to need the father of those babies.

You are going to need the support and if by chance he’s on board, he’s going to resent you from keeping it from you. The sooner you tell him, the better.”

“You are right of course. But it does not stop me from feeling as if I am going to the electric chair.” She laughed hollowly. “His famous Irish temper is going to come to the fore and I have no idea how he is going to take the news. But I need to tell him soon.”

Chapter 4

Her nerves were jangling on the surface, and she could not sit still. She had called him as soon as she returned home and he had sounded brusque, which had made her feeling even more nervous, if that was at all possible.

So, she used the time to shower and change and was wearing a voluminous velvet robe over an old t-shirt. She didn’t want to give anything away until it was time.

Taking a deep breath as soon as the car headlights swept over the windows, she opened the door and waited until he strode onto the porch. He had changed too and had on jeans and a thin black sweater.

His scarred leather jacket was open and gave him a dangerous and virile and masculine. His thick dark hair was loose, and wind swept as if he had driven with the windows open.

“Are you going to let me in?” He asked, brows lifted.

“Of course...” Stepping back, she allowed him to move past her before closing the door.

They did not speak as she led the way into the cozy living room.

“Where is the boyfriend?”

“Home, I suppose.” She turned to face him. “And that…, that woman?”

He almost smiled at her prim tone. Almost. “Home, I presume.” Shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans, his blue eyes washed over her like lasers. “What’s different about you?”

“My hair.” She murmured swiftly, lifting a hand to it. “I straightened it.”

“I see.” There was still a puzzled look on his face as if he was trying to find out what was new about her.

“And yours need cutting. As usual.”

“You sound like my mother.”

“How is she?”

“Still a classic Madelyn. She asked about you.”

Her tapered brows lifted. “Really? I would have thought I would be the last person she would be thinking about, let alone enquiring about. Would you like something to drink? I think I have some whiskey…”

“Why am I here?”

“Uhm, we should sit.”

“I don’t want to and you are prevaricating. What is it?” His eyes flared. “If it’s to tell me you’re marrying that prick…”

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