he was also the man who’d thought her capable of sleeping with two men at the same time. They clearly didn’t share the same moral values. How could she still find him even remotely attractive?
But she did. One look at his hard mouth made her skin tingle and her breasts ache.
She felt hot all over.
Shocked by the depth of her reaction, drowning in her elemental response to him, Katy sucked in a breath and tried to apply logic to the situation.
Of course she found him attractive. What woman wouldn’t? Jago Rodriguez was as sexy as sin. Her reaction didn’t mean anything. It was something she could control.
Furiously denying what she was feeling, she reminded herself that she was marrying Freddie in two months’ time, and if a tiny voice pointed out that Jago could arouse a response at a distance of metres that Freddie couldn’t match even when they were touching, then she chose to ignore it.
There was no way she’d be so foolish as to resume a relationship with Jago again.
Whatever she felt for him, she couldn’t be with a man who didn’t trust her. And Jago hadn’t trusted her.
Having reminded herself firmly of that fact, she tried to match his attitude of cool indifference. ‘What are you doing here?’
‘Finishing our conversation.’ His eyes rested on her mouth with blatant fascination and then slid down her body, his intense scrutiny making her relieved that she was wearing a very modest silk dress. At least he couldn’t see what she was feeling.
Or could he?
‘The conversation was finished, Jago.’
‘I don’t think so. We’d just reached the part where you were telling me about the baby.’
She was shaken into silence by his smooth declaration and panic clawed at her stomach. ‘I didn’t say—’
‘It was more what you left unsaid,’ he finished softly, stepping closer to her. ‘Finish the story, Katy.’
She turned and fled towards her bedroom but he was right behind her, closing the door and isolating them together in the confines of the cosy room. Instantly she realised her mistake.
The large, elegant hallway was impersonal whereas everything about her bedroom was soft and intimate. Personal.
The last place in the world she’d have chosen to be alone with Jago.
In the hallway of her apartment she hadn’t found him particularly intimidating, but in her bedroom she couldn’t help but be aware of his superior height and strength. He dominated the room, overwhelmingly male and unshakably confident. And he was looking for answers.
‘When did you find out that you were pregnant?’
‘After you left.’ What was the point in denying what he clearly knew? She walked over the far end of her bedroom, wondering how a room that she normally regarded as a sanctuary could suddenly seem so claustrophobic.
He frowned. ‘You didn’t find out until after I left?’
She swallowed. ‘I suspected …’
‘But you didn’t say anything?’
‘I panicked.’
‘I can imagine.’ He ran a hand over his jaw, visibly tense. ‘Katy, you told me you were protected.’
His voice was surprisingly gentle and her heart missed several beats. If she was vulnerable to his macho, dominating male side, she was even more vulnerable to his gentle side. She wished he’d kept it hidden.
She felt the colour touch her cheeks. ‘There really isn’t any reason to talk about this.’
‘Your sister clearly blames me for making you pregnant,’ he pointed out, and she sat down on the edge of the bed because standing suddenly seemed too much like hard work.
‘That’s not true. I told Libby it was my fault.’
He inhaled sharply. ‘I was older than you and more experienced. It was my responsibility but you definitely told me you were protected.’ He stepped forward and hunkered down next to her, his dark gaze fixed on her pale face, his eyes tormented. ‘Have you any idea what it does to me to know that I left you pregnant? You lied to me, querida. Why?’
‘Because I was eighteen and stupid,’ she muttered, her cheeks hot with embarrassment. ‘And desperate.’
He frowned with an unusual lack of comprehension. ‘Desperate?’
‘To go to bed with you.’
She looked away from him, instantly regretting her honesty, but strong fingers caught her chin and forced her to look at him.
Connecting with those stunning dark eyes, she suddenly understood with appalling clarity how she could have made such a serious error of judgement at eighteen. Jago was so staggeringly sexy that exercising common sense would have been as unlikely as a snowstorm in summer.
He said something under his breath in Spanish and then switched to English. ‘I can’t believe I let that happen,’ he muttered, and her eyes slid away from his.
‘I’ve never blamed you.’
‘You should have told me you were pregnant.’
‘I had no idea where you were,’ she pointed out, struggling to control the traitorous reaction of her body. He was so close to her. She curled her fingers into her palms in case she gave in to the temptation to slide them into his silky black hair. ‘And, anyway, you’d rejected me.’
He gave an agonised groan. ‘Don’t remind me. If I’d known …’ His face was unusually pale, the skin stretched taut over his cheekbones. ‘And then you lost the baby. How did you fall? Tell me what happened.’
Shaken by a question that she hadn’t been anticipating, she stared at him. ‘How did you know I fell?’
‘I’m afraid I took advantage of your sister,’ he muttered, and she stood up and moved over to her bedroom window.
He was being too nice to her. The only way she could keep him at a distance was if she reminded herself that he was an uncaring, unfeeling monster who hadn’t trusted her, and it was very hard to do that convincingly when he was working overtime on demonstrating his sensitive side.
She desperately wanted him to leave.
Unfortunately Freddie wasn’t due for another half-hour so there was no hope of a reprieve from that direction.
‘Katy?’ Eyes narrowed, Jago rose to his feet in a fluid movement and she stopped to pick up a towelling robe, which lay discarded on the floor, and draped it over the back of a chair.
Anything to avoid that penetrating gaze. He saw too much.
‘I tripped—it was just one of those things.’
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