AFTERGLOW by Catherine Coulter

Author:Catherine Coulter [Coulter, Catherine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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Chapter 9

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Chelsea looked up to see David standing in the bathroom doorway, one of her towels knotted low around his hips.

"Hi," she said, her laughter dying in her throat. What would one of her heroines do if the marauder came into the bedroom after a night of pleasure wearing only a lavender towel?

"I have good news for you, Chelsea," he said, coming toward the bed.

"What?" she asked, burrowing down under the covers.

"You don't have to worry about atrophy, not anymore, at least." He laughed deeply, a laugh rich with satisfaction. She threw a pillow at him.

"Weak, Chels, very weak. Didn't you tell me that you never resorted to physical violence? That you always used wit to carry you through?"

He picked up the pillow and strode to the bed. "I like the covers-to-the-chin bit," he said.

"I hope you didn't use all my hot water while you were butchering Madame Butterfly."

David sat down beside her and very lightly laid his open hand on her cheek. "Are you sore?"

"David!"

"Make you speechless, do I? That's what happens when a poor, confused woman finally has a good man take over. Now about our wager…"

Chelsea gave him a brooding look. "It was an accident, a freak of nature, a mistake, an aberration, a—"

"All that?" David whistled. "My, I guess I'll just have to keep convincing you, then." He leaned down to kiss her. "You wouldn't say I'm—we're—the greatest thing since sliced bread?"

"That really pleases your male ego, doesn't it?"

"Forget ego. You pleased other things much more. Do you have any idea how astonished you looked when you, shall we say, let go? Or when I made you let go, I guess."

"An aberration," Chelsea said, eyeing him with deliberate dislike.

He sighed, his deft fingers gently stroking over her blanketed breast. "In that case, and in the interest of pure science—"

"I'm not using any birth control," Chelsea said.

David jerked back and frowned down at her. "I should have realized that, but I was too far gone on you last night. Do you want me to pay a visit to your friendly neighborhood pharmacy?"

Chelsea looked thoughtful. "I don't know. I remember overhearing one of my father's friends joking about wearing socks in the shower, and the guys he was talking to all groaned. Is it that bad?"

"No, not really, but I would prefer feeling you and just you, and me and just me."

His words evoked very specific images in her mind, and she was appalled to feel a spurt of warmth.

"I guess I would, too," she said in a low voice.

"Do you want me to go through the alternatives? With pros and cons?"

"No, I'll go see my gynecologist."

"Who is he?"

"He? No way. Maggie Smith is definitely a she. She's also George's doctor. Don't you remember? She delivered the Mallorys' perfect baby?"

"I remember. Forgive the brief short circuit." David arched a thick brow. "A woman doctor, huh? You mean you would have blown a fit in the emergency room if just any man had been there?"

"Probably not," she said honestly.

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