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She was pregnant. Pregnant with their baby.

As his face lit up Melanie strained away from him, her back pressing against the driver’s door. ‘No,’ she mumbled, fear in her voice as well as in her body language. ‘I don’t want this—can’t you see? This doesn’t change anything between us.’

‘Are you crazy?’ Forde asked huskily. ‘Of course it does.’ And then, as her words hit home, his eyes widened. ‘Let me get this right. You want the baby but you don’t want me? Is that what you’re trying to say?’

Her face white, Melanie shook her head. ‘I don’t mean that.’

‘Then what the hell do you mean?’ Knowing his voice had been too loud, and struggling for calmness, Forde took a rasping breath. ‘I want to sit down and discuss this properly. You’re carrying my child, Nell. I’ll take you out for a meal tonight. Be ready about eight.’

She really didn’t want to do this. Being with Forde was painful at the best of times, reminding her of all she’d lost. ‘I don’t think—’

She found her words cut off as his mouth took hers.

The kiss was a deliberate assault on her senses. She recognised that from the moment his mouth descended. But he’d taken her by surprise, and by the time reason was back she was trembling at the sweetness of his lovemaking.