Page 45 of Claiming His Baby At The Altar

‘Yep.’ She raised herself onto her toes and grazed her teeth over his chin. ‘You were a bad boy.’

‘You shouldn’t have been listening, not at that age.’ He shook his head. ‘I didn’t know.’

‘I was very quiet.’ She dropped her voice to a whisper. ‘Like a little stealthy mouse.’

His eyes narrowed but there was amusement in them. ‘How much have you had to drink?’

‘Three glasses of champagne. Why? Am I drunk?’

‘Do you feel drunk?’

‘I don’t know. I’ve never been drunk before.’

‘Never?’

‘Uh-uh.’

‘Why not?’

‘I didn’t want to be one of those women.’

‘What women?’

‘You know.Thosewomen. The kind who threw themselves at you.’

‘Did you think you would be like them if you had a drink?’

‘Alcohol makes you love...lose...your inhi...’ She hiccuped. ‘Inhibitions!’ she finished triumphantly.

‘Did you think you would throw yourself at me?’

‘Not saying.’

‘Why not?’

‘You’ll get a big head.’

‘What were you scared of?’

‘Falling in love with you, silly.’

Her eyesight had become a bit blurry but she thought she saw the amusement fall from his face. Her sight wasn’t quite clear enough to see what replaced it.

‘Come on,’ he said, brushing a gentle kiss to her lips, ‘let’s get you home.’

‘But we’ve only just got here. I’m having a lovely time.’

‘There will be other parties.’

‘Promise?’

‘Promise.’

‘Alejandro?’

He sucked in a breath. ‘Yes,querida?’

‘I don’t feel very well.’

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