The Pregnancy Clause. Elizabeth Sinclair

in all his tantalizing glory. Kat no longer resembled the uncertain, gangly boy with too much arm and leg to control gracefully, the boy she remembered. Now, he moved with the confidence of a man who knew what he wanted, asked no one’s pardon, and as a result, savored life to its fullest.

      She admired his confidence. Entering into marriage with Kat took on a less threatening aura. Why, she wasn’t certain, but at least the prospect no longer had the power to paralyze her vocal chords.

      “I suppose marriage would certainly make it a lot easier to explain why you’re suddenly living with me. And after the baby is conceived, it would be simple to get an annulment.” She laughed lightly. “I mean, it’s not as if we’d be sleeping together or anything like that. So there wouldn’t be the physical thing to overcome, right?”

      Kat’s movements stopped abruptly. A warning signal shot through her insides.