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“Darling, you’re stalling.”
“I’m not. Have you ever known me to be this late?”
“No.” Angela moved forward, her light blue eyes piercing as she studied the younger woman. “I have to wonder what the hell is going on with you.”
“Personal.” She repeated. “I want to change the love scenes.”
Angela’s thin eyebrows raised.
“They’re good enough.”
“That’s just it. Good enough isn’t doing it for me anymore. The movements are too mechanic, the chemistry between the two come off as forced. Not natural.”
“Well.” A smile split the woman’s broad face. “Look who’s gotten herself a man at long last.”
“Why do you think I have a man?”
“Honey, I’m not a moron. In all the years you’ve been writing the series, you’ve never mentioned anything about changing the love scenes.”
“You are making a big deal out of nothing.” Macayla wished she’d kept her mouth shut.
“Now I can’t wait to see what you come up with.” Angela’s smile widened at the cross look on the exquisite face. “Congratulations, honey, it’s about time.”
Chapter 6
She was pregnant and she didn’t need a specialist to confirm it. She’d known for the past week and wanted to balance her emotions, which had been veering from moodiness to cheerful over the last couple of weeks. She’d also refused to see Brady. He’d called and she’d told him decisively that she had work to do.
They weren’t in a relationship. He’d stopped calling after the third attempt and she’d been telling herself that it was fine by her. She wasn’t lying about the work. She’d fallen behind and, being a professional, it wasn’t something she tolerated.
She’d ventured into a seedy part of town in order to document the area and the way people lived. she liked to believe the reason her books were so good was the research. Now, she was pregnant and she supposed she should tell the relevant parties. First, Brady and then her mother. This wasn’t something she wanted to share over the phone.
She could invite him over. Turning in a circle, she noticed absently that the place needed tidying up and it was a dump compared to his. In the past, appearances hadn’t mattered to her. She’d deliberately chosen this apartment because it was in a safe area and her building was a standalone one.
She didn’t have nosy neighbors banging on her door every few minutes to borrow something. She could have continued to live with her mother, but she wanted her own space and after the second husband she’d decided it was time for her to leave.
She’d furnished the place by going to antique stores and the furnishings were solid. She hadn’t spent much time or thought into the decor. She preferred bold colors as seen in the throw rugs and the curtains.
Red and blue were her main colors. Her sofas were comfortable rather than being elegant and that was fine by her. She’d thought about purchasing a house, but hesitated. That was a whole other level of commitment and she wasn’t ready for it yet.
Now, there was going to be a baby involved, she might have to reconsider. Rubbing a hand over her flat stomach, she felt a funny feeling in the pit of her stomach. He said he was going to be involved and she wouldn’t allow him to back out.
They were going to be parents together and she wasn’t taking that lightly. Heaving out a breath, she took another glance at the Christmas tree in the corner of the room before picking up her phone and calling up his number.
"Fancy hearing from you." His deep voice had a touch of sarcasm that she chose to ignore.
"Are you in town?"
"Yes. Why?"
"Can you come over later? I could order something or if I’m in the mood to cook, I will."
"What's the occasion? I’ve been trying to get you to go out to dinner with me and you shut me down. Now I’m supposed to rush to you when you call?"
She acknowledged he had a right to be pissed. "Do you want an apology?"
"No, because you wouldn’t mean it."
"Okay, fine. I think I’m pregnant."
