Читать книгу Mummy in the Making - Victoria Pade - Страница 2

They were standing so close that she could smell the scent of his cologne, and it was going to her head.

And there were those eyes of his…

Sky-blue and looking down at her with something that might have been interpreted as appreciation, if she didn’t know that was crazy.

He’s just being friendly.

I’m pregnant.

He’s not going to kiss me…

And yet…

He also wasn’t making any move to leave. Or to take his hand away from her arm. Or even to stop that tiny massage of his thumb that seemed increasingly like more than support or comfort.

And he was studying her with an intensity that seemed more than friendly.

Was she imagining it because she wanted it to be true? Because she wanted him to kiss her?