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to his shoulders as he poured every ounce of emotion inside him into that one kiss. He pulled away and dropped to his knees in front of her and pressed a kiss on her stomach through the barrier of her white knit top.
    “ Hola, un poco, yo soy su papá, ” he said huskily. “Hello, little one, I’m your daddy.”
    He put his head against her stomach and, unable to help it, she held him close and a tiny sound escaped her lips. Adira knew and felt it in her core that Favian could shatter her in an instant and it terrified her. She wanted to say no, wanted to run away, but to deprive her child of a father—one who would love them both unconditionally—or herself of the chance to find true love was unacceptable. But she was so afraid that she hardly noticed the tears that fell from her eyes.
    “Adira, baby, why are you crying?” Favian asked.
    “Because I’m so afraid of it all,” Adira said softly. “I’m going to be a mum, and I don’t even know you as well as I should and we are already becoming parents. What if I’m not good at any of this?”
    He wiped the tears from her cheeks and kissed her once then twice before saying fiercely, “I promise you, I swear, your fears are not warranted. Believe in us.”
    She nodded as he pressed his forehead against hers and whispered the words believe in us over and over again. His passion and certainty assuaged her fears a little and that was okay for now. She was more than taking a plunge. She was jumping into what might as well be alligator-infested waters. She hoped she could swim, hoped that she could keep her head above water. For her and the baby’s sake she would have to try. By all that she believed in, she would give it her best.

    Chapter Five

    The Montcalm Hotel was one of pure luxury. In just the two days that she’d been there, Adira felt pampered by the staff and more so by Favian. Her nausea was the worst in the mornings and Favian had room service bring her warm ginger tea and crackers as early as five a.m. Lynette came to the hotel and crashed on the couch where she worked most of the day.
    Adira noticed how Remy looked at her, the interest in his eyes. They seemed to connect over a conversation about terabytes and other computer jargon she couldn’t follow before Lynette became engrossed in her work and so did he. But she saw the underlying glances and smiles they gave each other.
    The decision was made that her little apartment would be kept as is until she knew for sure whether or not she would be staying in America. Favian insisted on paying the rent for the entire year to make her landlord happy. They emptied the fridge and made sure all perishables went to Lynette’s place before she packed up her clothes and the things she wanted to take with her. Her passport was up and Favian’s friend in the American Embassy in London helped expedite everything and they would be leaving on Saturday morning.
    Favian didn’t fly commercial. She came to find out he had his own Learjet. She and her boxes would be heading back to the United States in style. One would expect her to have stars in her eyes at all the luxury, but Adira knew how fleeting everything was and vowed never to let it go to her head. At the end of the day she had to be Adira Potts and teach her values to the child growing inside her.
    “Let’s go out and sightsee.” Favian walked into the room, sliding his cell phone into his pocket. “Everything is good to go and I’m free for the rest of the day.”
    “I could definitely use some fresh air,” Adira admitted.
    “How about we all meet back here in the suite for dinner?” Remy suggested. “Are you game, Lynette?”
    Adira looked over at her friend who was staring hard at her computer screen. Her tongue was peeking out of the corner of her mouth—one of the quirky things she did when she was concentrating.
    “Lynette, dinner in the suite this evening?” Adira said loud enough to cause her friend to look up.
    “Yeah, sure, it’s