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“You have a complicated life, Nina.”
Jase opened the latch of the broken gate and ushered her through with a sweep of his hand.
“You have no idea, Jase.”
He held his breath as she moved past him, her light fragrance tickling his nose. Would she tell him about her pregnancy? Open up about Simon?
She climbed the two porch steps and turned to face him.
He held her gaze, ready for her confidences. Not that he’d be sharing any of his own—revealing his identity was not part of his assignment—yet.
“You know that proposal you made over dinner?”
He blinked. Not what he’d been expecting, but he’d go with it. “About moving in with you? For your safety?”
“Yes. Still interested?”
“Sure.”
“Good.” She turned and shoved open the front door of the B and B. “Because I want you to move in—right here, right now.”
The
Pregnancy Plot
Carol Ericson
CAROL ERICSON lives with her husband and two sons in Southern California, home of state-of-the-art cosmetic surgery, wild freeway chases and a million amazing stories. These stories, along with hordes of virile men and feisty women, clamor for release from Carol’s head. It makes for some interesting headaches until she sets them free to fulfill their destinies and her readers’ fantasies. To learn more about Carol, please visit her website, www.carolericson.com, “Where romance flirts with danger.”
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Contents
The nurse handed her the blurry picture of her baby boy, and Nina tilted her head to the side, trying to figure out if the white, fuzzy appendage in the upper-right corner of the photo represented a foot or an arm. At just about eighteen weeks that appendage could be anything—even that which distinguished him as a boy.
The nurse smiled and flicked the edge of the ultrasound. “Well, at least if his father can’t be here, you can send him his son’s picture.”
Nina pasted an answering smile on her face, ignoring the knife in her heart. “Yes, I’ll do that.”
If she could ever find her baby’s father.
She hadn’t wanted to get into the whole complicated story of her ex-fiancé’s disappearance off the face of the earth, so she’d just told her obstetrician that her baby’s father was in the military and was deployed. All good lies contained a bit of the truth.
“Make sure you stop by the front desk to make your next appointment.” The nurse closed the door behind her so that Nina could get dressed.
That was another issue she hadn’t discussed with