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“Jordan?” She whispered his name, breathless and needy. The only time she said it in just that way was when she wanted to make love. It hadn’t been so long ago that he’d forgotten.

He moved his hands to her hips and held himself against her, letting her feel the strength of his need. She moaned and met his kiss with a desperation and insistence that was as powerful as his.

Where he found the strength to break away, Jordan didn’t know. “Not in the kitchen,” he muttered. He lifted her in his arms and carried her into the family room and placed her on the sofa. His breath was thin and his heart pounded wildly. They were crazy, the pair of them together like this, but he didn’t care.

“I want you,” he said.

“I know.” The words were slow. “I want you, too.”

Her arms circled his neck and he felt the wetness of her tears. He wanted to tell her how sorry he was, and couldn’t. Instead he kissed her again, gently, lovingly.

“I love you,” Jordan whispered. “I never stopped.”

“What about the baby?”

His world crashed at his feet and shattered. “I don’t know… I just don’t know.”

The phone rang then, ending the moment, tearing them apart.

“Ignore it,” Jordan said.

“No.” She shook her head. “It might be important.”

Nothing was more important than having her in his arms, but the phone rang again. “Answer it,” she saidurgently. Against his better judgment, he moved away from Molly and grabbed the receiver.

“Hello,” he barked, irritated at the intrusion.

“Jordan.” It was Lesley.

Jordan closed his eyes.

“Jordan, are you there?”

“Yes.”

“Is something wrong? You don’t sound like yourself.”

CHAPTER EIGHT

“Lesley,” Jordan said. Out of his peripheral vision he caught a glimpse of Molly leaping off the sofa. Quickly she righted her clothes, her movements filled with righteous indignation.

“I thought you’d want to know,” Lesley said when he didn’t continue.

“Know?”

“What I’ve decided.”

“Yes, of course.” Jordan cupped his hand over the mouthpiece. “Molly, wait,” he pleaded. They needed to talk, needed to discuss what had happened.

Molly hesitated.

“Molly’s there now?” Lesley asked.

“Yes. Listen, could we talk later?”

“That sounds like it’d be best. Tomorrow morning?”

“Ah, sure.” All he wanted to do was get off the phone. His main concern was keeping Molly with him, until they’d had a chance to talk. It was just like her to run. Just like her to leave him grappling with regrets.

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