ONCE PREGNANT, TWICE SHY by Red Garnier Read Free Book Online Page B

door behind him.
    He removed his jacket, and her pulse jumped at each flex of his muscles under his snowy shirt.
    “How do you feel, Freckles?” He draped his jacket on the back of her desk chair and rolled his sleeves to his elbows. “We should’ve made you drink tequila Saturday. That would’ve killed anything off.”
    All the grogginess fled from her when he seized the tray with the soup and brought it to the bed.
    “Molly suggests you eat her sucky soup.”
    Kate grimaced. “I’m not hungry, Garrett,” she said in her slightly raspy strep-throat voice. “There’s no need to check up on me.”
    He settled down on the edge of the bed and lifted the spoon, his eyes glimmering in pure devil-like mischief. “Starve the virus, feed the fever.”
    “And that means, Confucius...?”
    “You need to feed your immune system. Come on. Open your mouth.”
    After a brief hesitation, she parted her lips and Garrett offered her the soup. Her stomach was warmed by the intent look on Garrett’s face as she curled her lips around the spoon. He tipped it back, and she swallowed. Then he lowered the spoon, watching her.
    “It’s not that bad,” she said. The soup slid down her throat and coated her sore spots. “But it’s still a little too hot.”
    He immediately set the tray at the foot of the bed. “Molls said you’re about to take a bath? Would you like to hop in there now?”
    Before she could even nod, he disappeared into the bathroom, where she heard the water stop, and then he returned. He looked so sexy but at the same time, so domesticated; she almost felt giddy at all this sweet male attention.
    “While you relax in your bath, I’ll go get my laptop and briefcase, all right?” He signaled toward the window at his Audi parked outside. “Since she’s having such success as an artist, I told Molly I’d stay here so she could go to her studio and finish up her pending works before the wedding.”
    “Wh-what? No! No! I don’t need a babysitter!”
    “Good because I didn’t hire one.” The smile he shot her was rather wolfish, and he looked very damned pleased about himself. “It’s just you and me now. I can see you’re excited about it.”
    “As I am about having strep!” she countered.
    He burst out laughing, and once again she felt things she didn’t really want to feel. Kate was going to kill her sister. Kill her. But of course Molly must’ve been thrilled about this turn of events. She kept insisting that Kate should stay in town until some miracle happened and Kate and Garrett finally became an item. Ha. She was clearly still such an innocent.
    And right now, especially, not even a miracle would make someone want Kate. Only a thing called strep throat wanted her.
    And just then, she remembered the exquisite feel of Garrett, big and warm, in bed with her Saturday night.
    As the thought rushed through her, Kate ducked her head to hide her blush, never wanting Garrett to know the effect he had on her. On the night of his birthday, she’d been so angry and frustrated. She’d felt all kinds of unwanted arousal while he’d slept soundly next to her. So she’d promised herself she would get over him. And she would. No matter what. She merely wished that he, of all the men in the world, hadn’t seen her in this state.
    “You want help getting to the tub?” He gestured toward the bathroom. She was still in bed, holding the sheets to the top of her neck like a shield.
    “I can walk,” she answered the moment she realized how silly she must look. Frowning in annoyance at her own prudish attitude, she kicked the sheets aside, then realized that her T-shirt had ridden up to her hips. As she struggled out of bed, Garrett got a perfect view of her pink panties.
    He whipped his eyes away, but not before she saw that he saw . Her pink panties. And her toned thighs.
    Garrett’s face hardened instantly, and he rubbed the nape of his neck as Kate felt a red-hot flush creep up her body.
    “So, you have