The Pregnant Princess. Anne Marie Winston

call and hung up again.

      “What are you doing?” she demanded.

      “Making you a doctor’s appointment,” he said easily. “I want to make sure you and the baby are none the worse for wear after spending the morning standing in the sun.”

      “I don’t need a doctor. Go on back to your girlfriend and leave me alone.” She tried to infuse the words with command, but even to her she sounded weak and cranky.

      “My girlfriend…” He shot her a smug grin. “That was my secretary on the phone. She has twin grandsons, so she’s not exactly competition.”

      “I’m not competing.” So there. “Why didn’t you use my real name?”

      “Would you rather I’d given your real name?” he asked.

      She drew in a sharp breath as his words penetrated, then slumped back against the seat. “No,” she admitted in a muted tone. “My parents don’t know yet.”

      “Mind if I ask how long you were going to wait?” He sounded more than slightly shocked.

      “I wanted to tell you first,” she said quietly. “When I get home, there won’t be any reason to delay.”

      “You’re going home soon?”

      Did she imagine the slight sharpness in his tone? She shrugged. “As soon as my business here is concluded.”

      “Your business in Catalina? You never did tell me why you were going there.”

      “No,” she said with more calm than she felt. “I didn’t.”