“You should be tired.”
She shrugged, but there was a look in her eye that said she knew what he was thinking.
“Are you?” he asked softly.
“I don’t know.”
“When were you due?”
“Last week.”
“You’re not usually late.”
“I know,” she said, then slipped her arms around his neck and hugged him. “I’m afraid to hope.”
He ran tender hands over her back. She was wearing a soft, white nightgown that flowed to her ankles and gave her a delicate look and feel. “You said it wouldn’t happen till after the trial.”
“I was close. The trial starts in two weeks.”
“You should see a doctor.”
“Too early.”
“Then do a test at home.”
“I’d rather wait. My body will let me know if it’s true, and there’s nothing I can do differently in the meanwhile.”
He held her back. “You can take it easy.”
“No. I have to prepare for this trial.”
“What if you push yourself too much and something happens?”
“Then it wasn’t meant to be.”
“But you want the baby?”
She smiled. “Uh-huh.”
“And me? Do you want me?”
“Wanting you was never the issue.”
“I don’t mean sex.”
“Neither do I. The issue wasn’t whether I wanted you, but whether you wanted me.”
Locking his hands at the back of her waist, Jared was quick to protest. “I never had the slightest doubt—”
“Maybe I said that wrong,” she interrupted. “The issue was mybelievingthat you want me.”
“How can you question it?”
“You know how. We’ve been through it before.”
“But time has passed. Do I seem unhappy living with you?”
She thought about it for a minute, then shook her head.
