The Baby Agenda by Janice Kay Johnson

Author:Janice Kay Johnson
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2010-11-01T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINE

WILL HADN’T ARGUED AT ALL when Moira had informed him, the day he asked her to marry him, that she wasn’t ready to share a bed with him.

“I don’t know you well enough,” she’d whispered, knowing how dumb that sounded under the circumstances.

“And with me so pregnant…”

Watching her, seeing the distress on her face, he’d only nodded calmly and said, “We’ll have time.”

She hadn’t been able to tell if he minded her ultimatum. Probably not. Just because he’d had sex with her once—at her invitation—didn’t mean he really lusted for her.

And things were different now anyway. She’d wondered ruefully whether men ever genuinely lusted for a woman who was starting to waddle from pregnancy. She hadn’t quite worked up the nerve to ask any of her friends whether their husbands had found them sexy this far along.

Now it was not only Moira’s wedding day, Will was moving in with her.

He had arrived twenty minutes after she and her mother got home. He rang the doorbell, probably for the last time. She had a small burst of panic. She’d have to give him a key. From now on, he would simply walk in. It would be home for him. Wow.

Leading him down the hall, she explained, “I’m going to pull out the couch in the living room tonight for Mom. She slept in the bedroom last night, but I’ve already changed the sheets.”

“You didn’t have to displace her,” Will said mildly. He was close behind her, a big plastic tub in his arms. “I’d have been okay on the couch.”

“You have all your stuff.” Which he’d refused to allow her to help carry. “It makes sense for you to go ahead and settle in now.”

Her mother came out of the bathroom as they passed. “Oh, I thought I heard voices. Will, can I help?”

“No, I can get it all.”

Gee, of course he didn’t want a woman carrying anything when he—a man—was around to do it. Moira was beginning to wonder—oh, shoot, why kid herself? she’d wondered all along—what she’d gotten herself into. Will Becker, she suspected, was sexist and overbearing, even if he mostly disguised those tendencies behind a relentlessly pleasant manner.

Mom laughed and said, “I can certainly pull a suitcase,” and went out to his truck.

His eyebrows drew together as he watched her. After a minute, evidently resigned, he passed Moira and walked across the guest room to set the tub on top of the dresser.

“The drawers are empty and the closet is mostly,” she told him hastily. “I have some extra bedding in there up on the shelf…”

“I don’t need that much space.” He glanced around, his gaze finally settling on the open doorway beside her.

“Is that your room across the hall?”

“Yes. I have a second bathroom in there. You can put your stuff in the one out here.”

His expression told her she sounded like a bellhop unnecessarily pointing out features of a hotel room. She couldn’t seem to help herself. This was so bizarre. A man she hardly knew was moving in with all his worldly possessions.

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