her hands together, covering them with his. ‘I know you don’t want children but—’
‘Who said I didn’t want children?’ she flared.
‘You did.’
‘Not my own—there are so many children out there who need homes. I’m going to adopt.’
He pressed his fingers to the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes, wondering if he could feel any more of a total bastard.
‘What? What have I said now?’
He shook his head.
‘So what now? You’re the one who said he was good at thinking on his feet.’
The slow dangerous smile that split his lean face did not lessen the tension that drew the skin taut across his high cheekbones. ‘I am thinking, but you are distracting me.’
She followed the direction of his gaze and pulled the quilt up over her breasts, before angling a hot-cheeked look of accusation at his face. ‘You’re thinking about sex at a time like this?’
‘I can multitask,’ he promised her. ‘How does this work for you? We cut the honeymoon a bit short and go straight back to Mandeville, at least until we know for sure one way or the other. We’ll need to consult with an obstetrician. There are probably a few things you should and shouldn’t be doing.’
‘Stop it. I am not some sort of...incubator!’ A short while ago she had been a desirable woman he had wanted to make love to; now she was what...a mother?
A mother... A shiver of reaction worked its way through Mari’s body as the words echoed in her head.
At least now she knew the answer to one of the questions she had been asking herself on and off virtually all her life. While she still didn’t know what made any mother abandon her child, she did know that she never could.
Facing the slim possibility there might be a baby, Mari knew that nothing in the world would make her give it up. She knew, but what about Seb? Would he ask her to? Would he assume she’d have a termination?
‘Don’t be ridiculous! Look, I didn’t plan on having a family now either, but—ʼ
She wanted to cry, but instead she tuned him out. It was ironic really; she had guarded her heart so well all those years, and the first time she let down her guard... God, she had terrible taste in men. At least she hadn’t fallen for him.
You keep on telling yourself that, Mari.
‘What happens if I am pregnant? What, as a matter of interest, is your grand plan? I’m sure you’ve got one.’
‘Isn’t it obvious?’
She tensed. ‘Not to me.’
‘We stay married.’ He angled a searching look at her face. ‘You look surprised. What did you think I was going to say?’
She shook her head. ‘What about love?’
‘We are not talking song titles here, Mari. We are talking about giving our child, should there be one, a secure upbringing.’
‘There might not be a child,’ she reminded him. The addition was for her own benefit. ‘Probably won’t be.’
He nodded and looked at her. ‘But until we know for sure... Mandeville?’
Reluctantly she nodded.
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