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“I am going to be needing it to get to work and to move around.” Accepting the cup of tea, she sat at the counter and watched as he poured coffee into his cup and tried to ignore the yearning for caffeine.

“I will take you and pick you up.”

“That is not going to work. I have an auction…”

“You will be working in the office from now on.” He had that determined look stamped on his handsome face that told her it would be better if she accepted gracefully. But she was not some mindless bimbo who was going to just do everything he told her.

“If you are worried about me being sick, I can assure you that I feel fine. I did not throw up this morning. As a matter of fact, I am thinking of eating this lovely breakfast your mother sent over…”

“Get it to go. I have a meeting in a matter of minutes. And I need to drop you at work.”

Tamping down the impatience, she tried to reason with him.

“I would be putting you out and if I had my vehicle…” Inspiration struck. “Okay, we don’t have to go to my place. You have several cars in that car mart you call a garage. I will use one of them. Preferably one of the more sedate ones. I would not want to be driving one of those stick shift sports car…”

“And you won’t.” Are you finished?” He looked at her cup.

“Yes. Harry…”

“We can finish this discussion in the car. I am running late.”

She caught up with him outside and stood there without entering the passenger side of the jeep as he held the door open.

“I need my own vehicle. I have places to go…”

“No. Get in.”

She obeyed, because it was too fricking cold to be standing outside and arguing with a man who would not see reason. But she was not through. Waiting until he had strapped in and started the motor, she turned towards him, a determined expression on her face.

“We’re in a relationship.”

He glanced at her briefly before backing out. “We are.”

“And in a relationship there are things to be considered.”

“Such as?” He maneuvered through the winding path, until he reached the main gate.

“Such as letting me make my own decision. You cannot simply take over my life.”

“I’m just looking out for you and do not want you getting sick while driving.”

“Pregnant women drive all the time. I am no different.”

“You happen to be my pregnant woman.”

She bristled at that. “I was doing fine before you decided to become a part of the equation.”

He glanced at her – his laser blue eyes taking in the rebellious expression on her beautiful face. He had not greeted her properly, but that had been due to the fact that touching her was not a good idea.

He had spent last night working her body like an animal and was feeling guilty. She should be exhausted, and he was worried that she would get sick again. He could not stand her going through it.

“I’ve always been part of the equation,” he said quietly as he eased into traffic, “I would not be able to settle or concentrate on anything, if I’m wondering and worrying about you.”

“Why would you worry about me?”

“You are pregnant. With twins.”

“Newsflash! I am not the first woman to find herself in this situation.”

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