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up a life of sin with Sam. Now she was going to be an unmarried mother with a criminal record. Her baby would be born behind bars, thanks to the dipshit who was in the process of taking the seat next to her.
    “What do you want?”
    Michael Monaghan chuckled. “I missed you too, Madam.”
    Meg glanced around the room and hissed. “I am not now, nor was I ever, your madam. I never hired you to be a prostitute. I never asked you to drop your pants and I prefer we pretend we don’t know each other.”
    “And will this pretense continue when we get to court?”
    “Keep your voice down.”
    Michael’s eyes twinkled with amusement as he grinned at her. “What will you give me to keep quiet?”
    “The heads up. I’m here with Maud. She’s in x-ray as we speak.”
    Fear replaced amusement and he glanced around the room. “You’re kidding.”
    “Nope. Any minute now they’ll wheel her out.”
    Michael got to his feet and Meg grabbed his arm. “What are you here for anyway?”
    He held up his finger wrapped in a handkerchief. “I cut myself on a broken glass, but it can wait.”
    Meg couldn’t hold in a giggle as the tall, dark, and handsome male stripper ran for the exit. Maud had that effect on most members of the male population.
    “What are you laughing at? Did I see that useless piece of work Michael Monaghan?”
    With a sigh, Meg turned her attention to Maud, who was sitting in a wheelchair pushed by a burly security guard.
    “Is your arm broken?”
    Maud shook her head. “Only sprained a little. I should be good as new any day now. Just as well. I can’t be pulling Eric’s wanger with my left hand because my fingers are too stiff.”
    Hands over her eyes, Meg moaned. The nausea was back. No way did she need that picture in her head.

Chapter Eleven
    Maud had been driving Meg crazy ever since they arrived home from the hospital. Mr. Bigelow got the boot. After spending an hour on the phone the night before, she apparently had a new love, and this required a full makeover. Her endless whining about her wrist had been brain numbing. Meg had helped her with anything she wanted just to shut her up. Maud’s threats to call her mother and tell her Meg left her unattended at the gym had nothing to do with it. She was a grown woman. Her mother didn’t scare her … much.
    After another restless night Meg needed a break. She stared at her watch willing the second hand to move. Laura would be arriving any minute to take Maud out for a couple of hours, and then she’d have Sam to herself for some quality time. Quality and quantity. But first, he said he needed to talk to her. A pain gnawed her insides. He’d told her not to twist what he’d said but doubts assailed her. He loved her, she was sure of it, but people loved each other without wanting a long term commitment. Was that what he meant?
    “Stop it.”
    Meg glanced up at Sam. She hadn’t even noticed him wander into the kitchen. “Stop what?”
    “You know what.”
    Maud fiddled with her long dark wig. “Why do you two keep talking in riddles? You know your problem?”
    Before either of them had a chance to answer, Maud ploughed on. “You’re sexually frustrated.”
    Meg snorted. “Really?”
    She caught Sam’s eye and he winked at her.
    “You should double date with me and Eric. Provided Sam doesn’t mind servicing you as well as me, Meg, I’m sure Eric would be willing to try a foursome.”
    A gasp and choking from near the sink had Meg leaping to her feet. She slapped Sam on the back as he struggled for air, tears coursing down his cheeks. The insistent ringing of the doorbell stopped Maud from enlightening them any further about her plans to save them from a life of sexual repression.
    Meg left Sam to dry his eyes and went to open the front door. Laura grimaced at her. “Okay, I’m here to do my penance. Is she ready?”
    Maud shoved Meg aside. “I’m ready. Where are we going? I need some lingerie. I’ve got a new man.”
    Laura lifted