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“Fine. You?”
Molly decided to plunge right in. “The baby and I are doing great.”
“I’m glad to hear that.”
“I’ve gotten everything put away in the nursery now. It’s organized and ready for when I come home from the hospital.”Enough, she told herself. She hadn’t meant to shove the subject down his throat.
“So you’ve been busy, too.”
“Yeah,” she said. Closing her eyes, she leaned her shoulder against the wall. “I miss you, Jordan.”
He expelled his breath in a lengthy sigh. “I miss you, too.”
“Come and see me,” she whispered, closing her eyes. She needed him with her, yearned for the feel of his arms around her.
“You want me to drive over now?” He sounded reluctant, and she decided he needed a bit of incentive.
“I’m wearing my baby-doll pajamas.” At one time the silky black outfit had been Jordan’s favorite. It seemed they made love whenever she wore them. She’d put them on that evening, wanting to feel close to him, to remember that love.
He hesitated. “Molly, I don’t think my coming over is such a good idea.”
Her eyes flew open with hurt and disappointment. “Why not?”
It took him a long time to respond. “If I do, we’re going to end up making love.”
The time to be coy had passed and Molly smiled softly to herself. “I know.”
“You’re sure about this?” His voice trembled slightly.
“I’m sure I love you. Is that answer enough?”
Her words seemed to convince him. “I’ll be there before you know it.”
Molly barely had time to put away the pickles andthe ice cream when the doorbell chimed. She hurried to the front door, checked to be sure it was Jordan and then, hands trembling with eagerness, let him in.
“Hello,” she said, smiling up at him. “You got here fast.”
“Any man would with the invitation you just offered.”
She laughed and lowered her gaze. “I suppose you’re right.” She was hoping he’d take her in his arms, kiss her and then carry her into the bedroom and make love to her. His lack of response did little for her self-confidence.
“You’ve got something on your chin,” he said, rubbing his thumb over the offending spot. He frowned. “What is that?”
“Ice cream… I was eating it with a pickle and I guess it was messier than I realized.” She glanced down at her top and found a couple of spots where the ice cream had dripped.
“How do you eat ice cream with a pickle?” Jordan asked, as if he’d come here specifically for a demonstration.
“I’ll show you.” She walked back into the kitchen, removed both containers from the refrigerator and scooped up a dollop of ice cream on the end of a pickle. “You need to soften the ice cream first, but once you do that it works great. Do you want to give it a try?”
“Why not?” he asked, his eyes smiling.
If she didn’t know better, Molly would think he was stalling for time. Her choice of dessert had never particularly interested him before.
She swirled the pickle around the edge of the ice-creamcontainer and fed it to Jordan. His brows arched upward with surprise. “Hey, it isn’t bad. This isn’t butter brickle, is it? You hate butter brickle.”
“I used to. About a week ago I got this craving for it. I’ve always heard about pregnant woman getting cravings, but this is the first time it’s happened to me.”
Jordan looked down at her protruding stomach. Feeling self-conscious, Molly tugged the silk robe closed and tied the loop around what had once been her trim waist.
