Page 25 of Harry

“Out.” She refused to be intimated by the dark look on his handsome face. Or the arrogant quirking of his thick dark brows.

“Clearly. Out where?”

“I’m an adult…”

“Are you screwing him? I want you to clarify things before I find him and beat the crap out of him.” His eyes swept over the see-through black robe she had changed into. “Is he planning to come back? Is that why you’re dressed like that?”

She was suddenly very weary. The joy and hope of seeing him on her doorstep was quietly fading away. “What do you want?”

“Does he know of your…?” He waved a hand in the general vicinity of her belly and she felt her heart sank with the realization that he could not even say it. “Condition?”

“You mean, does he know I am pregnant? Yes, he does.” Her eyes flashed. “What are you doing here Harry?”

“I have a right to be here.”

“Why? Because of this?” She placed a hand on her bump and drew his attention to it. Her hair was piled haphazardly on top of her head with tendrils escaping around her neck.

The robe was sliding off her shoulders and he could see she was not wearing a bra. And the silk molded her rounded belly perfectly. Desire was like a raging storm inside him, and he knew he had to have her right now or he was going to die.

Clearing his throat, he lifted his head to stare into her eyes. “I have transferred a sum of money into your account. Your bank should be calling you in the morning.”

Her eyes flashed. “What is the money for?”

His brows drew down into a frown. “You know bloody well what it’s for. I – I might not be able to be here physically, but I am not going to shirk my responsibilities.”

“So, your solution is throwing money at the ‘problem’? But that’s easy, isn’t it? You have loads of resources. Sending a few hundred …”

“Thousands.” He corrected and had her bristling.

“Take it back.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want your damn money.”

“You want me to be here for you and – and – “he gestured towards her belly and effectively had her temper brimming over.

“Get out. I am tired and I am in no mood to argue with you. Just- just leave.” She started to turn and march towards the door, when a wave of dizziness had her stumbling. He moved towards her swiftly, catching her around the waist.

“What’s wrong?” He asked anxiously.

“Nothing. Let me go.”

Hissing out a breath, he simply scooped her into his arms and strode from the room. Making his way carefully up the flight of stairs, he kicked her bedroom door open and did not stop until he laid her on the bed.

“What can I do?”

“You can leave. I’ll be fine.”

Turning her head away from his laser blue gaze, she closed her eyes, determined to ignore him. When she felt him easing off the bed, she tried to squelch the terrible disappointment that he was leaving.

She was just about to go and get a glass of water when she saw him coming in with a tray and on it was a steaming cup of tea that smelled like ginger and honey.

“I found it in the pantry. Sit up.”

She stared at him wordlessly and did as she was told. He placed the tray over her lap and sat on the edge of the bed.

“I put an ice cube so that it would not burn your mouth.”

---