Executive: Expecting Tiny Twins by Barbara Hannay

Author:Barbara Hannay
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2010-08-09T05:00:00+00:00

Pregnant?

Jack couldn’t have been more surprised if Lizzie had announced she was a vampire. He felt as if the earth had slipped from beneath him.

‘But—’ He tried to speak, realised that he needed air, took a breath and tried again. ‘But you told me last night there’s no man in your life.’

‘Well, yes, that’s right.’

The anxious tremor in Lizzie’s voice and her nervous pacing were not helping Jack’s concentration.

‘What’s happened then? Has he left you?’

‘No, Jack.’

Bewildered, he lifted a hand to scratch at his head. This was not making sense.

Lizzie stopped pacing and stood by the window, chewing her lip as she parted the curtain and looked out across the sun-drenched landscape. Despite his shocked bafflement, he could still taste her kiss, could smell the subtle fragrance of her hair, could remember the happy burst of longing he’d felt when she’d grabbed him and kissed him. As if the floodgates had opened.

He longed to haul her back into his arms and kiss the soft, sulky tilt of her mouth. Coax a smile.

She’s not available.

She’s pregnant.

The thought dug into him. Pregnant. His brain clamoured with questions. Who had made her pregnant? Why? When?

Just looking at her, he couldn’t tell that she was expecting, but he wondered now if the lush fullness of her breasts and hips had been enhanced by the presence of her growing baby.

A baby. For crying out loud, her body was a haven for another man’s child. How could she have told him there was no man in her life?

Jack challenged her. ‘There has to be a father.’

Lizzie turned from the window and gave a faint shake of her head.

‘Where is he?’ Jack demanded.

‘I don’t know.’

‘For God’s sake, Lizzie, who is he, then?’

Her chin lifted a notch higher. ‘I don’t know his name. All I can tell you is he’s six feet three, and thirty-six years old, and he’s an engineer with an interest in classical music and long-distance running.’

Jack’s jaw sagged.

What the hell? How could she rattle off the guy’s vital statistics, yet claim that she didn’t know his name?

‘He’s donor number 372,’ she said tightly.

Donor?

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