Her Pregnancy Surprise by Kim Lawrence Read Free Book Online Page A

muscular definition.
    Drawing a deep breath as she struggled to regain her composure, Megan developed a deep interest in his shoes.
    ‘You can have my shirt if you like.’
    Her stomach flipped over at the thought of wearing something that was still warm from his skin, something that still bore the scent of his body.
    An awful thought occurred to her. Did he know that she had just been mentally removing it? Had she been that obvious?
    ‘I don’t like.’ It wasn’t just cold that made her teeth chatter violently, it was images of Luc standing there stripped to the waist, his golden skin gleaming his…Stop this, Megan! This was not the time or place to explore her darker emotions!
    ‘Do you want to go back to the house?’ she asked him abruptly.
    ‘What’s wrong with you?’ Luc enquired, scanning her rigid face.
    After his performance tonight Megan couldn’t believe he had the cheek to ask. Of course she had known when she had gone back to his room and found it empty that she had made a terrible mistake. When she had come downstairs and found him surrounded by a laughing, admiring crowd who were hanging on his every word all her worst fears had been realised.
    ‘Nothing’s wrong with me .’ She sniffed.
    ‘I thought tonight went very well.’
    Megan released a laugh of bitter incredulity at this self-congratulatory comment. ‘I noticed you were enjoying yourself.’
    It would have been hard to miss it!
    And to think she had been concerned that he might find himself a little out of his depth during dinner. The gathering had been typical of her mother’s weekends. A diplomat, a poet and his lawyer wife, an actress…least said about the voluptuous Hilary, the better! A retired headmaster, andsomeone who had written a number one rock ballad, then entered politics.
    Far from being out of his depth, her fake lover had been totally at ease. His ability to converse on a wide range of subjects with authority and ease had astounded her and impressed the hell out of everyone else.
    Of course she had already known that he was intelligent. Two seconds in his company revealed that. Now she knew that, though he might have no formal education to speak of, he was widely read and amazingly erudite with a sharp wit and deadly charm. Her lips pursed; the recollection of his deadly charm reminded her of how angry she was.
    ‘Come on, let’s walk in the sun. It might warm you up.’
    ‘I’m not cold,’ she denied, wrapping her arms around her trembling body.
    ‘Well, I am.’
    After a short pause she followed him back out into the evening sun.
    ‘Are you going to tell me what I’ve done to make you mad?’
    ‘You need to ask?’
    ‘I just did.’
    ‘It might have slipped your memory that the reason—the only reason you are here is to establish that you find me irresistible. It might be a start if you had deigned to notice I was alive,’ she ground out grimly.
    Until he had asked her to take this stroll outside he had acted as though she were invisible. If she hadn’t wanted to get him alone long enough to give him a piece of her mind, she’d have told him where he could stick his stroll!
    His dark shapely brows moved towards his equally dark and at that moment damp hairline. ‘I haven’t forgotten why I’m here.’
    Megan’s lips tightened. His dismissive attitude really got under her skin. ‘So ignoring me and spending the entire evening talking to someone else’s cleavage is your idea ofseeming interested? Interesting technique,’ she admired with heavy sarcasm.
    The memory of his humiliating fascination with the actress’s breasts increased the angry tightness in her aching throat. She’d probably hear that woman’s awful laugh in her sleep tonight, she decided, thinking of the shrill, jarring sound. Why was it that every single time men went for obvious …?
    Not, of course, that she gave a damn if he fancied the redhead—after all, that hardly placed him in a unique category. Hilary was the sort of