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Her sleeping posture reminded him of an innocent child, and she even looked like one. She had twisted her thick dark curls and bundled them into one thick ponytail. Her face was clean and fresh, without a stitch of makeup.

Sitting carefully on the side of the bed, he eased the quilt up to cover her arms. And not able to resist, he bent to press his lips on her forehead. She stirred slightly, causing him to hold his breath. But she settled back down and did not wake up. She had appealed to him from the moment he laid eyes on her.

One look at her had him forgetting the woman he had been with. He had been surprised at the jolt of electrifying lust and thought it would end there. When he touched her for the first time, he knew with absolute certainty that it would be different, she would be different. He had no idea how much.

Rising, he stood there for a few minutes, eyes wandering over her lovely unmade up face and thought she was the mostbeautiful woman in the world. No one could ever hold a candle to her. She was the only one as far as he was concerned.

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He accompanied her to the Christmas program. She had not asked him again and he had not said anything to her to indicate that he would be attending.

“I have asked Michael to pick me up.” She said as she was getting ready. Selecting a forest green pants suit with an adjustable waist, she got dressed, examining herself in the full-length mirror. It was one of the many outfits he had ordered for her, and she had to admit that it suited her well.

The jacket was kind of blousy – a kind of free-floating style that flattered her pregnancy. She had decided to leave her hair loose and was wearing a small amount of makeup.

“Call him back and cancel.”

She looked over to where he was dragging off the clothing he had worn to go on site this morning. The housing project demanded his attention, but he made sure to have Rosie or one of the staff members over to check on her and bring her food. She had gotten a visit from his mother early this morning before she left for the office.

“Look…”

“I am driving.”

Planting her hands on her swollen waist, she faced him. “You’re driving me to the concert?”

“You issued an invitation. Does it still stand?” He asked smoothly.

She tried to ignore the magnificent flesh as he removed every stitch of clothing. The man had the ability of clouding her mind. “Yes, it does.”

“Good.” With a nod, he moved towards the bathroom. “Pick something for me to wear, would you?” He added carelessly.

Shaking her head, she stood there for a few seconds before walking into the closet to do as she was told.

“What?” He spared her a glance as he made his way towards the downtown area.

“Nothing.”

“Something. Spill.” He demanded. The Wednesday night traffic was already building up. No doubt people were trying to get a handle on their last-minute shopping purchases.

The freezing weather had intensified, and the meteorologists were hinting of snow on Christmas day. Pleating the seams of her cashmere jacket, (another one of his purchases) she busied her restless hands and avoided his laser like gaze.

“I love that you’re coming.”

“But?”

Sighing softly, she leaned back against the butter soft leather of the BMW he had chosen to drive for its comfort and turned her head to look at him.

His hair was caught back with a thong. He could have been a model, she thought whimsically, studying the sculpted cheekbones and determined chin. He was that beautiful. “Please don’t cause a scene…”

“Why the bloody hell would I do that?” He asked in an irritated tone.

“David will be there.”

“I can control my impulses. I might have the urge to bash his face in, but I will do my best to restrain myself. Is that good enough?”

She eyed him balefully. “I mean it, Harry.”

“I’m sure you do.” He nodded. “As long as he keeps his paws off you, then I’m fine.”

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