Falling For The Pregnant Heiress. Susan Meier

do remember how much fun I had that weekend.” There had been an after-party where she’d danced and danced with Avery and Harper.

      He smiled. “Then let’s go dance.”

      She nodded as his argument sank in. Just as in Paris the year before, no one in Barcelona would know her. Why not have fun the way she had in Paris? There’d be no one to tell her mom if she looked just the tiniest bit unladylike in the shiny blue dress—

      Except she didn’t feel unladylike.

      She felt—

      Actually, she felt young. Carefree—

      A woman who was going to have a baby felt carefree?

      She couldn’t explain it. But the reminder that she was a soon-to-be-mom about to go dancing didn’t make her unhappy. If anything, new joy filled her.

      So, yeah. She was going dancing.