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Determined not to allow him to spoil her mood, she pushed the green icon. “Hi David. No, you’re not disturbing me.” She listened for a moment and draped some green over the red.

“The community center? They are having a Christmas service?” She glanced at the doorway as if expecting to see him materializing. “Uhm, I would love to come of course. And yes, I will ask Harry. Oh, I am fine. Just very fat and dreading the next few months. I will let you know. Thanks.”

She hung up and decided that she was through with the tree. Bracing a hand on the floor, she rolled onto her knees and got up. If this was such a task and she was not yet six months pregnant, she was officially dreading that stage.

Placing a hand at the small of her back, she rubbed absently as she made her way out of the room. He was not in the kitchen and further investigation found him in the gym.

It was Sunday afternoon, and they had had dinner at the main house before coming back here where she told him she wanted to finish decorating the tree. She was trying to inject some normalcy in his life and had him attending Lamaze classes with her.

“Do you need something?” His deep voice was cool and formal and had her almost rolling her eyes.

“He just wanted to check on me.”

“What the hell for?”

“That’s what friends do. And he also wanted to invite us to the Christmas service at the community center. I told you I’m interested in the children’s home and have been making some donations to them. It is on Wednesday afternoon. I told him I would check with you.”

“The answer is no.” Putting down the weights, he switched it to something larger.

“I want to go, Harry.”

His expression turned cold. “Then go.”

“I want you to accompany me. It’s for a worthy cause…”

“Write a bloody check.”

“You’re being unreasonable.”

“Call it whatever you want.”

“He’s just a friend.”

“Who calls you every bloody day.”

“You’re exaggerating.”

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but didn’t he call, yesterday while we were having dinner?”

“It was business.” She threw up her hands in exasperation. “He happens to be a client.”

“Is that what they are calling it now?”

Her shoulders stiffened. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means it is sick that he is still panting after you. You are swollen with my babies, and he still wants to screw you.”

“You are disgusting. I would like you to come with me, but if you don’t then fine. I can go by myself. To set your mind at ease, I’ll have Michael pick me up…”

“Do whatever the bloody hell you want. Now leave me alone.”

She opened her mouth to blast him, but decided it wasn’t worth the effort. Wheeling around, she made her way back along the hallway and into the kitchen where she plunked down the kettle and turned the flame on.

She was damned if she was going to allow him to bring her down to his level. He was an ass, and his unreasonable jealousy was ridiculous. David had accepted the fact that there could never be anything between them except friendship and she was grateful for that.

Harry hated him, simply because he had proposed and was probably feeling guilty that he hadn’t. She was so upset that she dragged the kettle off too quickly. It slipped out of her hand and crashed to the floor, spilling hot water all over her feet. Her screams had him charging into the kitchen, his heart thudding inside his chest.

Taking one look at the situation, he grabbed a towel and plunged it under the chilly water. Taking her hand, he moved her out of harm’s way and sat her down on the stool.

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