The Greek's Pregnant Lover

That was one thing she would never have worried about, even if he hadn’t said it. Then a way of getting him off this line of enquiry came to her. “I would never expect you to, but could we please stop talking like pregnancy is a foregone conclusion?”

“And you?” he asked, clearly ignoring her plea.

She tried not to be offended he had even asked. In his mind, he had good reason for doing so. Irrefutable experience. But still, the question hurt. “I’m not your mother. I don’t have to give my child up in order to leave a soul-destroying life behind.”

“How long since your last period?”

“What, are you an expert on menstrual cycles?” she challenged.

“No.”

“I’m not, either.” She blew out a frustrated breath. “But I do know somewhere in the middle of your cycle is the most likely time for pregnancy to occur.”

“And?”

She winced, wishing she could say something else. “I’m pretty much smack-dab there right now.”

“Even so, as you say, many women do not fall pregnant quickly after being on birth control for a prolonged period. How long have you been on the patch?”

“I started taking it with Art and never went off, even though I was celibate until that first time with you. I liked the way it balanced my monthly hormone cycle.”

“That is a significant amount of time.”

“Yes.”

you are

believe.” She looked at him

diminished is not

“No.”

“Are you very angry?”

No. Well, maybe a smidge with myself. I feel like an idiot for not keeping more attentive track, especially when

are not angry at the

so strong they left little room for

several long seconds. “You do

“I don’t lie.”

you don’t. No

she wasn’t going to tell him

guess a billionaire real-estate tycoon would make an admirable choice as father for your child,” he said in his second full-scale

life for what I can buy for them garbage, isn’t it? I

his head right now, or they were

never called me that

he focused on the

was right. For some reason, believing she might be pregnant with Zephyr’s child made her