Scandalously Expecting His Child. Olivia Gates

      He walked up to her instead, struggled not to pull her back against his aching body.

      She continued to work with fast, precise movements, pausing only when he tucked a lock of hair that had fallen over her shoulder back into her impromptu hairdo.

      He bent, murmured in her ear, “Don’t you think it weird, with our history, for you to be inviting me to a meal?”

      She straightened, continued to work with renewed zeal. “Why? I invited you to meals before.”

      And he’d thought everything she’d served him had been ambrosia. “You were someone else then. Actually you weren’t someone at all, just a role. One that necessitated satisfying my every hunger to mollify me enough so you could dupe me. Which you did. No more reason for you to feed me.”

      She flashed him another look over her shoulder that struck his heart like a bolt, before resuming work. “It’s the least I can do after I made a fifty-million-dollar-shaped hole in your pocket.”