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She turned to look athim. “You stole your mother’s staff.”
“Maria caredfor me as a baby, and mother allowed her to leave.” He drew herinto his arms. “Do you approve, darling? I wanted to make sureeverything was ready for you.”
“I love it.”She melted into his arms and breathed in his scent. There was nosense in arguing about his take-charge approach. He was BrennanConnelly, and just because she was not accustomed to men taking careof her, she would not let it bother her. She was going to enjoy it.
For the first time inher life, she did not have to worry about paying the bills. She hadsomeone who was looking out for her.
“Ready forbed?”
She nodded, andtaking her hand, he led her back into the room.
“I want tofreshen up first. No.” She shook her head when he would havefollowed her. “I love you to pieces, darling, but I can do thispart alone.”
“All right.”Taking her hand, he kissed her knuckles. “I must seem like afussy old woman.”
“More like amother hen.” She told him with a smile. “I am fine andhealing nicely.”
“And nonausea.”
“None. I canhardly believe I am pregnant.”
“Go.” Helet go of her hand and watched her walk across the room and into thebathroom.
Her exclamation ofdelight had him smiling as he set about taking out their clothing forbed. His smile faded as he remembered that he would have to face thelawyers and his mother tomorrow morning. He selected a thin baby bluelace nightgown and put it on the bed before taking off his clothesand donning sweats and a t-shirt.
He usually sleptnaked, but there was no way he was going to be able to be in the samebed with his wife and not want to touch her or make love to her.Layers of clothing will serve as a deterrent to his rampaging desire;at least, that was his hope.
“That bathroomis probably the loveliest I have ever seen. I was tempted to try outthe bath. It looks like it can hold six people at least.”
“Happy youlike it. Here, let me help you with that.” Standing before her,he slowly took off her sweater, carefully avoiding the wound. Tossingthe shirt onto the sofa, he gently spread his fingers over it, theanger rising inside him.
“It just hurtsa little.” She was attuned to his moods and knew that his angerwas surfacing.
“I want to killthem for hurting you.” He said hoarsely.
“And they arelocked away.”
“It’snot enough.”
Her hand closed overhis wrist. “Let it be.” Pulling his hand down, she placedhis palm flat against her stomach. “For our baby.”
His eyesglittered at that, and he was about to say something but decidedagainst it. She did not need the added worries.
“Let’sget you dressed, shall we?” He said briskly, moving his handfrom hers so that he could finish taking off her clothes.
“I love this.”She mused when he helped her into the bed.
“Love what?”
“Being tendedto.”
“Is that so?”He carefully drew her into his arms. He was not going to be able tomake love to her, but he could at least have her snuggled againsthim. It might prove to be pure torture for him, but he could livewith it. “Getting used to it, are you?” He kissed hertemple.
“Absolutely.”She could feel the warmth of his body through his shirt. “Justhow many nightgowns have you bought me?”
“I lostcount.”
“I love thefeel of the lace against my skin.”
