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havoc on my body. My back hurts more when I sit. I just need to walk it out.” Emily stretched her arms up and then pressed her fingers into her lower back.
    “Here, let me.” Brad wrapped one arm around the front of Emily’s shoulders to hold her and then pulled her into his arms. He pressed the heel of his hand into her lower back and massaged it in circles, across and then down.
    Emily leaned her head against his shoulder and moaned. “Oh, that feels so good.”
    Brad brushed a kiss against her forehead. “I could continue this upstairs, and get you tucked in bed and relaxed, so you’re all rested up for our wedding.”
    She opened her eyes and gazed up at him with a dreamy look in her soft blue eyes, now free of the shadow of worry that had plagued her earlier. “Okay.”
    Brad touched a lock of Emily’s hair that had curled out of place and tucked it behind her ear, before tracing the outline of her chin with his fingers. Her eyes widened and she licked her pert, kissable lips as he leaned down, closing the distance between them and capturing her in a sweet, tender kiss, her breath warm on his lips.
    Brad slid his hand over Emily’s bottom and up her back, caressing her shoulders as his arms tightened their embrace. Tracing her lips with his tongue, he deepened the kiss and pulled her more tightly to him, her swollen belly pressed against him. Suddenly, he felt the baby kick and he pulled away. Pressing his hand over the baby, he gasped, “My god, did you feel that?”
    Emily gazed up at him with desire softening her weary eyes. “Yes, I did. I guess baby liked that as much as I did.”
    Sliding her hand upwards, Emily tried to pull Brad’s head back down, but he grabbed both of her hands, stomping out the fire that was beginning to simmer. He hadn’t meant for the kiss to get so heated. But the simple fact was he missed her. Over the last few months the couple’s lovemaking had dwindled due to the stress created by Bob and the way in which he’d wedged himself between them, like a festering scab that refused to go away.
    Brad’s hands slid farther down her back and cupped her bottom, before pulling away, regretfully, but what Emily needed more than anything was a good night’s sleep. “Come on, darling,” he said, turning towards the stairs, which he helped her to climb.
    Tucking Emily in bed, Brad massaged her lower back, and when she was breathing softly, he slipped away downstairs. Checking his cell phone for messages, he didn’t find any from his lawyer. He told himself that first thing tomorrow, if he didn’t hear from Keith, he would be on the phone hounding him.
    More than anything, Brad wanted Emily to be his properly wedded wife, because, as old-fashioned as it sounded, he didn’t feel right about his baby being born without the protection of his name. No matter how many celebrities or couples carried on in such a matter, and society had little care nowadays, to him it mattered.

Chapter 8
    Emily’s belly felt squeezed, like a rubber band being wound around her middle and slowly tightening. Lying on her side in the darkened room, propped up on two pillows, she wondered if she had imagined it. Wondering what time it was, Emily glanced at the bedside clock where Brad slept, and then realized that his side of the bed was empty. The red digital light flashed 12:40. Emily slid her hand over his empty spot and sat up. Where was he?
    Emily scooted her bare legs over the side of the bed in her baby doll pajamas and shivered; she really needed to sleep in something a little warmer. She started to walk, but stopped at the foot of the bed as her muscles contracted around her belly, squeezing more tightly. Emily grabbed the bed post and leaned against it. After exhaling, she rubbed her stomach until the squeezing lessened and finally released its hold. She let out a deep breath.
    Striding over to the closed door, Emily pulled it open, but stopped at the top of the stairs when she heard two male