Reunited...And Pregnant. Joss Wood

heart under control.

      Cady gripped the counter of the vanity and stared at herself in the mirror. Severe hair, white face, bands of blue under her unusual eyes. Two stripes of color on each cheekbone, saving her from the need to apply blush.

      She looked like what she was: a stressed-out woman trying to hustle a job. She didn’t look pregnant but she did look flustered, and a little unhinged. She was older and more experienced, so why did she feel like she was nineteen again? Her palms were damp, her panties, too. He just needed to touch her and she’d go up in flames.

      She might be older, but she wasn’t any wiser, Cady thought, washing her hands for the second time.

      “You’re stalling, Cady. Get out here. I don’t have all day.”

      “Yes, Your Lordship,” Cady muttered, yanking the door open and stepping back into his office.

      Beck stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, his hands jammed into his pockets, every square inch of his long body taut with tension. Cady walked over to the window and stopped next to him, her arms folded across her chest. She felt equally uptight herself.

      Cady looked down to the iconic Manhattan street below and watched the pedestrians navigate the busy intersection, their chins and noses tucked into scarves or coat collars, their faces ruddy from the icy winter wind.

      “Why are you doing this, Cady?”

      She turned to look at him. This was, at least, a question she could answer.

      “It’s my job, Beckett. Like you, but on a far smaller scale, I am running a business, a business that I’d prefer not to see go under. I need new, bigger clients. Ballantyne International is a new, big client.” Cady shrugged, knowing that her edgy attitude wasn’t conducive to good client–service provider relationships.

      Beckett rolled his head on his shoulders and rubbed the back of his neck. “I would’ve liked some damn warning that you were going to drop back into my life.”

      Why? She didn’t mean anything to him. He’d broken up with her by sending her home. He’d gone on to Vietnam, hooked up with Amy there and then God knew where. She was the one who had the right to feel caught off guard. Then again, she had had days to prepare herself to see him again. He’d only had a few minutes.

      But since she meant nothing to him, why should it matter?

      “This is just business, Beckett. I was a teenager and that was a lifetime ago. I have real problems to worry about—” like pregnancy and poverty “—and I really don’t have the time or the energy to spend thinking about something that lasted a millisecond a million years ago.”

      She needed this contract and that meant putting her and Beckett on a very firm this-is-business footing. A cynical smile touched the corner of his mouth as his eyes dropped from hers to her mouth and back again.

      “Are you really trying to tell me that the chemistry between us has disappeared? That you weren’t remembering Thailand, hot nights and sweaty bodies? The way I’d kiss you?” His eyes dropped to her crotch, and Cady thought her panties might burst into flames. “How it felt when I sank into you?”

      So he had been with her earlier, thinking of the way they’d made love to each other. She had seen the desire in his eyes and it wasn’t her imagination.

      Right now if she took one step she’d be up against his hard chest. If she pushed herself onto her toes, she could touch her lips to his.

      God, she wanted to kiss him, touch the hard muscles she’d once known so well.

      Job. Money. Contract. Baby. Glass walls.

      The words cut through her haze of lust and she remembered why she was here and what was at stake. Cady sucked in a breath, tossed her head back, lifted her chin and borrowed her mother’s you’re-on-the-path-to-hell look. “We’re going to go there, really?”

      “Yeah, really.”

      Beckett slapped his hand on a switch panel and the glass walls turned opaque and Amy, and her curious face, disappeared.

      Cady had to smile. “Now that’s a cool trick.”