One Night, Two Consequences. Joss Wood

been so sexy …

       Focus, Remy.

      ‘Uh, no. I’m pregnant, and that was my very first bout of morning sickness—henceforth to be known as all-day sickness.’ She kept her eyes firmly on Ginny’s face. ‘Actually, I came to tell you that I can’t do supper. I can’t keep much down. The reason I’m in Bellevue is to tell the father that I’m pregnant with his baby.’

      ‘Remy?’

      It was the voice from her dreams—the one she still heard in her ear, against her skin. The one she heard in the memories she relived over and over again every night. That deep rumble, capable of sending heat to her womb, prickling her skin.

       ‘Bo?’

      He was dressed in battered jeans and an open-necked white shirt, sleeves rolled up to reveal raised veins on those tanned forearms. He was here—all six-foot-something of pure, pissed off male.

      He got up slowly and she saw that his eyes were slate-grey and hard.

      ‘What did you just say?’

      What had she just said? She was so flabbergasted by his presence that she couldn’t remember … Oh, hell. Pregnant. His baby.

      Oh, heavens, why did these things keep happening to her?

      Remy bit her bottom lip and folded her arms across her chest, thinking about damage control. ‘Um … obviously I didn’t mean to tell you like that …’

      ‘You’re pregnant?’ Bo shouted, and she winced as his words bounced off the walls.

      ‘Yes.’

      Was it hot in here? she wondered as the floor rose and fell. Along with heat there was suddenly no air. Instinctively she reached out her hand and grabbed the edge of the bar to keep from falling over. She saw dots behind her eyes, felt the blackness coming closer.

      The last thing she heard before crumpling to the floor was Eli’s amused comment. ‘Well, now, isn’t this interesting?’

      When she came to she was on the floor, her back against a solid male chest and two strong arms criss-crossed over her chest. She sat within the V of two legs, long thighs pressing against her own. She felt warm and secure and so very, very tired. Ginny was on her haunches in front of her and had a damp linen napkin in her hand, which she lifted to run across her forehead.

      ‘Hey, you’re back,’ Ginny said quietly, her expression concerned.

      ‘What happened?’ Remy asked weakly.

      Eli dropped to her level, rested his arm on his bent knee and handed her a quirky smile. ‘Well, sunshine, you kind of announced that you were pregnant with Bo’s baby and then you dropped like a stone.’

      ‘When did you last eat? Are you getting enough rest? Vitamins?’ Ginny demanded.

      Remy pushed her hair out of her eyes. ‘Bo …?’

      She felt those strong arms tense before she heard his voice in her ear. ‘Still here.’

      Thank God. No, that wasn’t right … She shouldn’t like being in his arms. Shouldn’t feel as if she was finally where she was meant to be.

       Get a grip, Draycott!

      He wasn’t her man … this wasn’t her place …

      ‘Are you still feeling like you’re going to faint?’ he demanded, moving his hands to hold her hips.

      She winced at the irritation in his voice. Well, it wasn’t as if she’d done it on purpose. She touched her forehead and shook her head. ‘No. I think I’m fine.’

      His fingers dug into her skin. ‘Be sure. I don’t want to have to catch you again.’

      Remy angled her head so that she could look at him. His mouth was drawn into a thin line and his jaw was rock-hard with tension. ‘You caught me?’

      ‘The man can move when he has incentive to do so,’ Eli said in an amused drawl.

      ‘Shut up, Elijah,’ Bo snapped, and he scooted backwards and stood up.

      Reaching for Remy’s hands, he pulled her up into a standing position and kept a hand on her elbow—she supposed, to keep her from falling. Which was at odds with the furious expression on his face, which suggested that he’d like to boot her off the nearest cliff.