The Boss's Pregnancy Proposal. Raye Morgan

his gaze went to her mouth, then veered quickly away.

      “I’ll be expecting you at two,” he said, picking up his hat.

      “Why?” she asked simply.

      He turned back and looked at her. “Because I want to talk over some possibilities with you. I told you I wanted to find a way to get you back at work at ACW.”

      She frowned, obviously suspicious. “Why do you care whether it’s me or someone else?”

      He stopped dead, staring at her. “Callie, why don’t you trust me?”

      “I trust you.”

      “No, you don’t. You’re suspicious of everything I say and do.”

      “That’s not really true.”

      “What have I done to make you so wary? Or has someone else hurt you?”

      Bingo. He saw it in her eyes. But she wasn’t going to admit it.

      “This is ridiculous,” she said, turning away. “I like you better as a boss than a therapist.”

      “Then we agree,” he said, turning to follow her.

      She passed so close he thought he caught the scent of her hair. She was very real, very flesh and blood. She put up a lot of barricades and hid behind defenses, but there was nothing coy or artificial about her.

      He liked her. He liked the way she looked and the way she walked and the way she held her head when she talked to him so seriously. He actually liked that she was wary of him. He wouldn’t have respected her if she’d jumped at the things he said too eagerly. She was pretty and smart and classy.

      Yes. He had to have her as the mother of his child.

      She was perfect. She was the one.

      “Will you come?” he asked, resisting the impulse to grab her and sling her over his shoulder.

      She looked at him. “I’ll think about it.”

      “Two o’clock sharp.”

      “I know. I got that.”

      He went to the door. “If you don’t show up…”