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“Now you’re frowning,” Gina said, rolling to her side, unabashedly naked, her tanned, smooth skin nearly glowing in the moonlight. “No frowns allowed.”
“Don’t know if I can accommodate that request,” he said.
She sighed, pushed one hand through her hair, throwing the thick mass over her shoulder. “Adam, you don’t have to be worried.”
“What makes you think I’m worried?”
She laughed and the sound of it sang through the otherwise quiet room. “Please. I know exactly what you’re thinking.”
“Is that right?” Turning to face her, he went up on one elbow. “Then what am I thinking?” he said with a slight smile.
She stroked the tips of her fingers across the sheet covered distance separating them and Adam wished she were touching him.
“That’s easy. You’re worrying that you made a mistake by agreeing to this little bargain.”
He opened his mouth to argue, more because he hated knowing that she could read him so well than anything else, but she spoke up again.
“You’re worried that I’m building up romantic notions. Hoping you’ll fall in love with me.”
He frowned harder, because damn it, she was right. He had been worrying about that, too. But he wouldn’t admit it. “Wrong. I know you’re not doing anything that foolish.” At least, he hoped not. “After all, this was your idea.”
“True.” She smiled and rolled onto her stomach, coming closer to him. Close enough that he couldn’t keep himself from reaching one hand out to stroke the line of her spine, the curve of her bottom. And he wondered how in the hell she’d managed to get a tan all over.
Shaking his head to get rid of the image of her stretched out naked in the sun, Adam asked, “Why?”
“Why what?” She looked at him, her golden eyes shining in the darkness.
“Why’d you offer me this bargain? I mean, I know you want a baby. I understand that. What I want to know is why me?”
She stretched lazily, moving that tanned, toned body on the white silk sheets until blood vessels started popping in Adam’s brain.
“Easily enough explained, Adam,” she said, glancing at him. “You wanted the land, so that gave me some leverage….”
“Yes …” He wanted the rest of her reason.
“And, I’ve known you forever, Adam. I like you. I think you like me—”
He nodded. He did like Gina. He’d just never paid much attention to that fact over the years. She was younger than he was, so they hadn’t spent much time together when they were kids. Then, when they were grown, he’d had other priorities.
“—it seemed like the perfect answer to both of our problems.” She lifted one hand to him and stroked her palm across his chest. Adam sucked in a gulp of air at the heat that instantly shot through him. “And … I think the two of us will make a beautiful baby.”
A slice of something cold and dark cut through his mind at those words. He’d once made a vow to never have another child. To never open himself up to that kind of risk again. But this was different, he reasoned, so he pushed those thoughts into a corner of his mind. He’d made this bargain and he’d honor it. The child he and Gina made between them wouldn’t be a part of his life. He wouldn’t know it. Love it. Or lose it. In fact, best to not think about it at all.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered and Adam cut her a look.
“About what?”
“Talking about the baby I want must make you remember your son.”
Adam froze. He felt his features tighten and everything in him go hard and still as glass. Memories jumped into his mind, but he refused to acknowledge them. He turned them off as easily as punching the remote button aimed at a television. He’d had a lot of practice.
He wasn’t open to talking about the son he’d lost five years before and they might as well get that straight right up front. “I don’t talk about him. Ever.”
Her eyes went soft in sympathy and Adam resented it. He didn’t need her feeling sorry for him.
“I understand.”
“You couldn’t possibly,” he told her.
A silent second or two passed before Gina said, “Fine, you’re right. I don’t understand. I hope I never learn the kind of pain you experienced and—”
He caught her hand in his and gave it a hard squeeze. Just enough to get her to stop talking. How the hell had they gotten onto the subject of his lost family anyway? Wasn’t their bargain supposed to be about sex, plain and simple? “What part of ‘I don’t talk about it’ didn’t you get?”