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Автор: Catherine Mann
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they’d both only been able to let down barriers with each other when they had the assurance he would be leaving.

      “What about now, Lauren?”

      No chance of booting him out of her life again. “We’re connected forever through the baby.”

      The air between them grew thick, the scent of him and the fire, the intimacy of the conversation all too much. She craved air. Now.

      Arching back, she reached into the pocket of her robe and pulled out a copy of the ultrasound image. “I brought something to show you.”

      His eyes went wide, awe wide, as he glanced back up at her, then down at the picture again. “That’s our baby?”

      She nodded, determined not to let tears clog her throat. She could win this one battle over her damn hormones. The miracle of seeing the ultrasound for the first time washed over her again.

      His thumb worked along the edge. “Do you know if it’s a boy or girl?”

      “They couldn’t tell. The baby played shy, but the doctor said if they do an ultrasound later, they can look again. Do you want to know?”

      “I’m fine either way.” He looked her in the eye, his full attention a heady aphrodisiac. “I just need to know that you’re both healthy.”

      His hand slid along her waist, rubbing the small of her back, soothing the ever-present ache, his touch and thoughtfulness stirring another ache altogether. Fire kindling inside her, spreading, she rocked forward. Everything he said and did tonight made her question her decision to stay in New York, made her want to throw away all she’d worked for just for a chance with him….

      She snapped upright again and scavenged for the tattered remnants of her control. “The baby and I are both fine. There’s nothing for you to worry about.” Snatching up her s’more, she shot to her feet. “Thanks again for the dessert and the picnic, but I need to go to sleep.”

      He let her go with a low laugh that followed her all the way up the stairs. Damn him for being absolutely perfect tonight, enticing her with visions of what they could have together if she stayed in San Francisco. She stomped up the last two steps, not that it helped release the tension coiled inside her.

      There was only one way to work that out of her system. She just didn’t know if she was brave enough to risk taking it—taking Jason.

      Rosa Lounge wasn’t at all what she anticipated.

      She’d known ahead of time it was a martini bar, but she’d expected something along the line of New York high brow. Instead, she’d walked into San Francisco retro funk.

      Loud music reverberated.

      Pink lighting cast a hazy glow.

      Black and white accents added a crisp edge.

      The artist in her lapped up the visual contrasts.

      And the food was to die for. She dipped an oozing grilled-cheese triangle into a cup of tomato soup. Her nausea a thing of the past, it seemed her appetite was making up for lost time. She nibbled a bite. Ah-mazing. Still, nothing beat Godiva s’mores with Jason.

      Nothing about this time in San Francisco was turn-ing out the way she expected. Did she dare risk more surprises by launching into an affair with Jason? The thought felt big and scary, so damn silly, really, when she already carried his baby. But there it was and she didn’t know how to get past the hurdle to take what she wanted.

      A light hand on her shoulder pulled her out of her reverie. Lauren turned quickly. “Yes?”

      “Hello, we didn’t get to speak earlier.” A slim woman with dark brown hair clamped back unpretentiously thrust out her hand. “I’m Elle Linton, Brock’s assistant.”

      “Lauren Presley… uh, Reagert. I’m still getting used to the new name.”

      “Of course.” Elle smiled with understanding. “Elopements give you a little less time to get used to the changes coming up.”

      An elopement that came about in a very public and embarrassing fashion, thanks to her anger. Lauren looked across the bar and sure enough, Celia still stayed well clear of her on the other side at one of the tall tables.

      Lauren turned back to Brock’s assistant. “Jason and I have known each other for over a year.”

      “I’m sorry if my comments came out wrong. I didn’t mean to sound nosy or imply anything.” Her blue eyes lit with sincerity—and curiosity. This woman had a knack for getting people to spill their guts. “We’re all just wondering about the lady who managed to land Jason Reagert.”

      Anger pulsed anew in time with the thrum of the music. “You mean since Celia Taylor was hitting on him just a few days ago?”

      “Wow, Lauren—” Elle’s eyes blinked wide “—you really know how to lay it all out there.”

      “Unless I’m mistaken, you all had a front-row seat to the scene in the office. I was a bit histrionic, I know.” She winced at even describing herself that way, but God, she wanted out of this with her pride intact. And while creating a plausible cover story for Jason, damn his handsome ass. “I guess I just go a little catty when it comes to my man.”

      Ick. Had she really said that? And even worse, it was true. Her eyes gravitated to Celia again. The too-gorgeous redhead smiled tightly at the guy hitting on her, then eyed the door. She clearly didn’t want to be here but couldn’t seem to figure out how to leave. She had an outward confidence, but her agitation didn’t quite match the way Elle had portrayed her.

      “Lauren—” Elle rested her hand on her arm, angling sideways to let a waiter pass with a tray balanced on one hand “—nobody blames you for getting pissed. Celia’s gorgeous and more than one person around here has wondered if she tried to sleep her way to the top.”

      Lauren hated the twinge of sympathy she felt for Celia. She knew how tough it was to get ahead in the business world without those sorts of rumors flying around. “That’s pretty harsh.”

      Elle sipped her martini, eyeing her over the rim. “Unless it’s true. I’m only saying, this is a very competitive crowd. Be careful.”

      Lauren watched Elle and found the woman’s gaze skipped over to her boss, lingering. Could the assistant have some jealousy issues of her own? Regardless, Elle had a point. Lauren needed to step warily, especially around Brock’s right-hand person.

      And especially when she had a big fat secret of her own to hide in the form of a fake marriage. “Thank you for the heads-up, Elle. I appreciate your looking out for me and I’m sure Jason will, too.”

      “No problem. Just call me the troubleshooter.”

      Jason slid up behind her. “Hello, ladies. Can I get you refills?”

      Lauren could smell his warm aftershave mixed with something distinctively him before he even announced himself. “I’m good, thank you.”

      “Me, too.” Elle lifted her green martini in toast.

      His arms slid around her as he stood against her back. “Everyone having fun?”

      Lauren glanced up at him. “Just getting the lowdown on everyone at MC from the lady in the know.”

      Jason smiled. “That would be Elle.”

      Brock’s assistant laughed dismissively, then eyed Lauren’s sandwich. “I’m going to order one of those for myself. Nice talking with you.”

      Once the woman left, Lauren turned in Jason’s arms, careful to balance her plate of food. “I think this is going well.”

      “Beyond well. You’ve more than done your bit