She met Cameron’s eyes. “That’s more than a snack.”
He smiled. “Eat what you want and I’ll put away the rest in case you’re hungry later.”
Jasmine slipped off her jacket, draping it over the back of a dining room chair. “Do you know of a health spa I could join? I need to begin an exercise regimen of aerobics and strengthening.”
“I sure do.”
“Where is it?”
“It’s on the lower level. There’s an exercise room and Olympic-size pool. Do you swim?”
“Yes.” Swimming was one of the recommended exercises for a pregnant woman. “Is it possible for me to use the pool?”
“You could if you were registered here.”
Jasmine blinked slowly. “I’d have to register as a guest to use the pool?”
Cameron nodded. “Either that or you can move in with me. I’ll list you as my fiancée and you’ll be afforded all of the privileges I’m entitled to. I’ll put you up in the adjoining suite if you have reservations about living in this one with me.”
He was giving her an offer she was hard-pressed to refuse. And Jasmine knew she couldn’t continue to impose on Hannah and St. John until the inn was open for business. After all they hadn’t been married a year, which to Jasmine made them newlyweds.
She held out her hand. “You’ve got yourself a deal.”
Cameron ignored her hand, took a step, and gently pulled her to his body. He lowered his head and kissed her, increasing the pressure until her lips parted under his relentless onslaught. Jolts of desire shot through Jasmine, settling in the area between her legs. The kiss reminded her of the one they’d shared on the yacht which had sparked a fire that was only quenched after Cameron joined their bodies.
Jasmine pushed against his chest, struggling to catch her breath. “Baby, no!” she moaned. Cameron pulled back. His eyes were so dark it was impossible for her to discern any blue.
“What’s the matter, darling?”
She smiled. “You were holding me so tight I couldn’t breathe.”
“Sorry about that. I have to remember that you’re in a delicate condition.”
Heat stung Jasmine’s cheeks. “I can assure you that I’m not going to break.”
Cameron kissed her again, this time at the corner of her mouth. “If I’m going to pass you off as my fiancée, then we have to make it look good.”
She went completely still. “What are you suggesting?”
“I’ll buy you a ring. It’s only going to be a matter of time before you’re showing and folks are going to start talking. So in order not to have to explain our relationship we can tell everyone we’re engaged.”
Jasmine knew Cameron had concocted the ruse more for himself than for her. After all he was the scion from one of the city’s prominent families and it’s apparent he didn’t want to tarnish the Singleton name. She pondered his suggestion realizing what did she have to lose? “Okay, we have a pretend engagement, but what do we say when folks ask when we’re getting married?”
“We say we want to wait until we have the baby.”
“Did you just come up with your own version of this fairytale or have you been thinking about it all along?” she said accusingly.
“I wouldn’t have mentioned it if you didn’t bring up the subject of joining a health club. We may not love each other, but we’re going to have to get along now that we’re going to share a child. At times I know I can be a little overbearing.”
“I’ll attest to that,” Jasmine quipped.
“But I’m trying to change. If I come on too strong, then I want you to tell me.”
“I’ll definitely do that.”
“Do you always have to have the last word, Jasmine?”
“Yes.”
