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.‘So, where did you get the idea that you couldn’t have children?’ Morgan demanded, a few minutes later, and Catherine, whose hand had been straying innocently to the waistband of his shorts, gave a rueful sigh.‘I don’t know,’ she said.‘Or, at least, I do.’ She looked up at him with a grimace.‘Neil told me.’Morgan’s eyes darkened.‘And what gave him the right to make judgements of that sort?’ he asked harshly.‘I knew I should have flattened that guy when I had the chance.'‘You did,’ said Catherine, with a guilty giggle, but Morgan shook his head.‘Not nearly,’ he told her, loosening the strap of her dress on her right shoulder.‘Go on.I’m listening.What medical qualifications does he have?’‘None.’ Catherine felt her cheeks turning pink.‘He went to one of those clinics, where they make tests; that sort of thing.His result came back positive.I saw it.’ She lifted her shoulders.‘He said it had to be me.’Morgan shook his head.‘It didn’t occur to you that you just might not have been compatible, did it? I mean, let’s face it, he and his second wife don’t have any kids, do they?’‘No.’ Catherine’s eyes widened.‘Do you think that’s why he made all those accusations about her?’ She had told Morgan everything that had happened between her and Neil, including the unsatisfactory relationship they had had when they were married.‘Probably,’ agreed Morgan now.‘Though my guess is he’d realised he’d made a mistake.He wanted you back, baby.But he was too late.’‘He was always too late,’ said Catherine, touching his cheek.‘As soon as I met you, I knew what Neil and I had had.’ She shook her head.‘Well, you know.’‘Tell me,’ said Morgan wickedly, and Catherine did so shyly, pressing her lips against his ear.‘What about your job?’ Morgan asked at last, playing with the other strap of her sun-dress.‘I know you said you were going to free-lance, but-’‘I don’t care about my job.’ Catherine gazed at him adoringly.‘I’m going to have a baby! Our baby.I’ll think about my job when I’ve got nothing better to do.’Morgan shifted then, until she was lying on the lounger, and he was supporting himself over her.‘I guess this means we’ll have to-well, be a little less energetic in our relationship, hmm?’‘Don’t you believe it! ’ Catherine grasped his neck with possessive hands, and pulled him down on top of her.‘The doctor says I’m already three months into my term.And you know what that means, don’t you?’‘You conceived the first time we made love?’ suggested Morgan, his voice just a little thick.‘What a way to start our lives together.’ He grinned.‘Though, in the circumstances, I can’t say I’m really surprised.'‘That wasn’t what I meant,’ declared Catherine, sliding her hands beneath the waistband of his shorts, and inching them over his hips.‘I meant-everyone knows, you only have to take care for the first three months, in a normal pregnancy.And as the doctor says I’m excessively normal, and we didn’t even know-’‘I guess we don’t have to worry, right?’ Morgan finished for her lazily.‘Hey, I hope you locked that door when you came in.I wouldn’t want Steve to be embarrassed.’‘Would you be?’ asked Catherine, as the second strap of her dress came undone, and Morgan laughed.‘Me? I’m used to an audience,' he said, with an endearing lack of selfconsciousness, and Catherine thought Hector turned his head the other way.Table of ContentsCHAPTER TWOCHAPTER THREECHAPTER FOURCHAPTER FIVECHAPTER SIXCHAPTER SEVENCHAPTER EIGHTCHAPTER NINECHAPTER TENCHAPTER ELEVENCHAPTER TWELVE
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