Carrying the Lost Heir's Child(27)

                “How you feeling now?” he asked, desperate to switch topics.

                “Good. You know, I do plan on getting up, showering and possibly doing something today.” She took another sip of juice before focusing on him as he sank down on the edge of the bed beside her. “Just want you to be aware that I don’t plan on sitting on my butt for the next seven months.”

                “I’ll take you anywhere you want to go.”

                Lily sighed. “I’d like to go into town. There were some cute little boutiques I saw when we were filming, but if I go, I’ll be recognized.”

                Nash rested his hand on her sheet-covered thigh. “If you want to go somewhere, I’ll get you there and you won’t be bothered.”

                Quirking a brow, Lily sat her near-empty juice glass on the nightstand. “And how will you do that? Because I’d love to be able to shop for just an hour.”

                Keeping his plan of action to himself, Nash shot her a grin. “Consider it done.”

                With the slightest tilt of her head, Lily narrowed her eyes. “You’re planning something.”

                Easing forward, Nash ran a fingertip down her cheek, her neck and to the swell of her breast. “I am. But your job is to feel better, take your time getting ready and just let me know when you’re done. I have nothing to do today but be at your service.”

                Her wide eyes slid over his bare chest, a smile danced around unpainted lips. “Sounds like I better rest up for an eventful day.”

                Because his body still hadn’t gotten the memo that he needed to chill, Nash came to his feet. “I’m going to clean up in the kitchen. Yell if you need anything.”

                He cursed himself all the way down the hall. Lust, sex, it was always there, hovering between them. She was pregnant with his child, which was a hell of a turn-on, but this wasn’t the time to worry about how soon he could have her again. He had to find a way to lessen this instant, physical pull between them. They’d indulged in an affair for months and where had that gotten them?

                Too much was at stake, too many lives hinged on his next move.

                He needed to touch base with his assistant, needed to send a final offer to Damon Barrington because Nash refused to settle for anything less than he came here for. He had an agenda and he had to stick with it or he’d lose it all.

                * * *

                She had no clue how he did it, she really didn’t care.

                Lily strolled out of the last boutique with bags in hand and headed toward Nash’s truck parked in the back alley. He’d gone in with her, even helped her shop and offered pretty good advice when she would try on things.

                Who was this guy? She’d never met a man who actually added input on a woman’s purchases. He didn’t sit out in his truck, he didn’t ask her if she was almost done and he didn’t act bored even one time. In fact, in one store he found a blue dress which he threw over the dressing room door, telling her it would look great on her.

                Guess what? He’d been right. Not only that, the dress was stretchy and flowy. Perfect for that waistline that would be disappearing in the very near future.

                Still, she was trying to put a label on him and so far there were just too many layers. No way could such an intriguing man be narrowed down to just one appealing trait. She could only assume his eye for fashion, his nurturing side and his patience came from being raised by a single mother.