for whatever needs she might have. Though he certainly fulfilled one need. He was top of the pack on that score. Absolutely top.
Her gaze glided down his magnificent physique and the lust for more of him gripped the pit of her stomach. No love involved here. Once she would have thought herself...sluttish...for feeling as she did now, but love had only brought her disillusionment Why not take what she could get from this man? At least it was something good. Better than good. Fantastic!
She’d been working hard, establishing her restaurant business, virtually to the exclusion of everything else except visiting her family now and then. She’d earned a bit of spice in her life. Hot spice! She couldn’t help grinning at the thought and her eyes danced back up to his.
“Okay,” she agreed. “No commitments. Just when it suits both of us.”
Relief and sparkling delight shone from him. “Great! You’re a woman in a million, Teri. Finding you is like winning the lottery.”
She laughed. “Maybe I got a bottle of champagne in you, Leo.”
“Then celebration is in order,” he said with a purposeful gleam.
He kissed her and the champagne fizzed so beautifully, Teri had no regrets over the bargain it sealed with Leo Kingston.
Pure pleasure.
No harm in that.
As long as she didn’t attach anything else to it.
CHAPTER TWO
Ten months on...
PREGNANT!
No doubt left.
She was having Leo’s child.
In the time it took to walk out of the clinic where the doctor had handed her the definitive test results, Teri managed to get her mind, which had been temporarily shattered by the positive confirmation of her suspicions, into relative working order. It moved from baby to birth to the reminder that today was her thirtieth birthday.
When she’d married Wayne, she’d imagined having two children by the time she was thirty, their own little family. She certainly hadn’t imagined having a baby on her own, by a man who had no desire whatsoever to become her husband. So here she was, presented with two big milestones in her life, and a very different kind of future in front of her.
There was no question about what she was going to do. Fate might have thrown her a curve with this accidental pregnancy, but it might very well be the best thing that could ever happen to her. She would get to be a mother, which she didn’t want to miss out on. There was no guarantee about how long Leo would stay in her life. Or any other man, for that matter. A child was forever. Someone of her very own to love...without question...without limit.
Excitement at that thought welled and ebbed as she waited on the sidewalk for the traffic lights to change. Traffic roared up and down Oxford Street. Sydney was enjoying a brilliant summer and the late afternoon sunshine basked her in warmth. The fifteen-minute walk back to her restaurant in Paddington was an easy stroll and gave her time to recollect herself.
The red light changed to green and she pushed her legs into action, pushing her mind out of its fuzzy maternal wallow, as well. Single motherhood was not going to be easy. Maybe she was mad to take it on. But she couldn’t bear not to. And one thing she could definitely say about Leo Kingston. He had fantastic genes.
If she’d actually been planning to have a baby without the support of a husband, and looking around for the best possible male specimen to supply the necessary, Leo would be a five-star choice...healthy, intelligent, good-looking, athletic, possessing the drive to get ahead in the world, and loaded with sex appeal.
How he’d react to being told he was going to be a father, Ten had no idea. Right at this moment, she didn’t really care. She could do without spice...if she had to. A baby represented far more essential things to her.
Apart from finding her desirable, and companionable enough to enjoy chatting with her—occasionally—when it fitted into his business schedule—she didn’t think Leo attached any importance to her role in his life. All his energy was poured into making his computer company more and more successful. Well, not quite all. When he focused his energy on bedding her, Teri still found it an irresistible force.
But he didn’t even know it was her birthday today. Maybe over the past ten months she should have tried to make more of their relationship, though her experience with her ex-husband had taught her that pressing for anything would get her nowhere. Impossible to force what didn’t come naturally. Leo had set the limits. He hadn’t tried to change them, which surely meant he hadn’t wanted to.
However, it was one thing to be free and easy lovers.
Parenthood was an even more permanent tie than marriage!
Having arrived back at her restaurant, Teri paused to view its street frontage, feeling a sense of pride in what she had achieved here. The idea of selling meals by weight had really taken off. Patrons could pile as much or as little as they liked on their plates and the price they paid for it was commensurate with how much they chose.
It was perceived as an exceptionally fair deal, the food was tasty, and Ten knew she had a lot of satisfied customers because they kept returning. In droves. Most lunches and dinners were sell-outs. It had become a nicely profitable little business. Nothing grand. But she could afford to employ a chef and a kitchenhand.
She didn’t need financial support from Leo, should he choose to...not be around any more. She was capable of standing on her own two feet. Living in the apartment upstairs made the situation manageable. She would still be able to work and look after a baby.
As her gaze belatedly registered the name she’d given her restaurant, laughter gurgled up in her throat and spilled into a slightly hysterical peal. Full Tummy—Happy Heart was printed across the two front windows in a semicircular hump. A very pregnant hump, she thought in ironic amusement, and determined then and there, no matter how Leo reacted to her full tummy, she’d still have a happy heart about having his child.
She checked her watch as she pushed open the door. Four-thirty. The lull before the next onslaught of fast and furious activity. The tables were cleaned up and set for the evening meal.
Behind the weighing counter, Dylan, her chef, was busy cleaning up his open grill, ready for the dinner orders. Chunky, ginger-haired, freckle-faced, and invariably good-natured, he swung around as he heard her come in and shot her a cheerful grin.
“Leo called”
Teri’s heart fluttered. Leo never called. Why today of all days? “What for?” she asked, hoping her voice sounded normal.
“Said he was flying in from New Zealand, and he’d be here about eight-thirty and if I was making that chicken mince stuff wrapped in spinach leaves, would I please keep him some?”
Food! Nothing personal. She heaved a sigh to get rid of the surge of absurd emotional hope for something different from Leo and aimed a smile at her chef. “Guess you made a hit with that dish, Dylan.”
“Yeah.”
He looked pleased. At twenty-two, he was
