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Thursday he stopped by as Zoe was ready to leave.

“Going home?” he asked, leaning against the doorjamb.

“Yes. I’m fine, Cal, as I’ve told you every day this week.”

“When are you coming to my place?”

She hesitated a moment, taking time to button her coat. It was cold outside.

“In a few days. Next weekend.”

She dare not procrastinate beyond her optimum fertile time. Yet she felt as shy as a schoolgirl around him these days. She had to shake that feeling off and get on with the business of having a baby.

Looking at him, she made her decision.

“Saturday.”

“Then let’s go out to dinner tonight or tomorrow. Early Saturday, I’ll help you move your things to my place,” he suggested.

“I’m only bringing a few clothes, not moving,” she protested.

“Want to go to the cottage afterward?” he said, ignoring her comment.

“Don’t you have to go to Richmond to sort things?”

“It can wait a little longer. I’ve decided to rent the house for the time being. I can always sell it later if I want. I’ll need to get it cleared before I list it with a rental agency. But there’s no great rush.”

“This way you keep it in the family longer,” she said.

It showed a surprising sentimental streak in the man. She hadn’t expected that.

“Who knows, our son or daughter may wish to live in Richmond when grown.”

Her heart skipped a beat with his casual mention of their child.

“What are you worried about?” he asked.

She was surprised he’d picked up on how she felt.

“Nothing.”

“Something.”

He pushed away from the door and walked across the office to stand beside her. Leaning over, he brushed his lips against hers. She jumped back.

“That’s it, isn’t it. You don’t like me touching you.”

“I like it.”

She could get to like it too much.

“It feels rushed. I know it is, because of time. I feel funny about it all.”

“So spending time together will help you feel more at ease, right?”

“I guess.”

“Then come to dinner with me tonight.”