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“Max Taylor, is there something wrong with you?” Kelly erupted when the last of the O’Rourke men disappeared. “Why did you agree to this houseboat honeymoon? There’s just so much of this nonsense I can take.” She pulled out of Max’s arms and headed back to her bedroom.

Max stopped long enough to shake off Honey’s firm grip on his trouser leg before he followed her. “I’m afraid there might be a problem.”

Kelly pulled to a stop and Max ran into her. Momentum carried them onto the bed in a tangle of arms and legs. Instinctively, Max bent to take her lips in his.

Kelly’s lips tasted as sweet as honey and stirred hazy memories. Memories of last night when Kelly had been warm and willing. A night when he had believed she was his wife.

Lost in her instinctive response tonight, Max ignored the voice at the back of his consciousness that whispered caution. In spite of that voice, tonight Kelly was his wife.

Caught unawares, Kelly found herself returning his embrace. If this was going to be their last night together, she wanted to share every moment of it with him before the time came for them to part.

“Another problem?” Kelly asked breathlessly when she managed to catch her breath. She lay gazing up at Max. “What new problem are you talking about?”

Max sat up and took a deep breath. Controlling himself wasn’t easy, but he owed it to Kelly to be truthful. “I’ll tell you in a minute. But first I want you to take it easy. Try to remember I’m on your side, okay?” Kelly nodded. “To be honest,” he went on with a wary eye on her, “there is a chance your father could be right.”

“Right about what?”

“About possible consequences—a baby.” At the dark look that came into Kelly’s eyes, Max stood up and cautiously took a step backward.

“Which baby are we talking about?” The tone of her voice boded no good.

Max knew he had to be up-front with Kelly—there was no use beating around the bush. After all, he’d been raised to believe telling the truth could never hurt him. From the ominous tone in Kelly’s voice, he wasn’t too sure the adage applied to the present case. Still, her father had raised a question that needed addressing. “Ours.”