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his cheek. Again with the goosebumps. This time they prickled all the way to his gut and lower. ‘I’ll mull it over and...um...let you know? Soon as possible?’
    ‘Okay, and I’ll get the turkey baster sorted for when you say yes.’ Now he needed to ignore the strange feelings and off-load some of this ache in his chest. He saw a damned long run in his immediate future.
    Her demeanour changed. She brushed a hand down over her scrub trousers, all business and organisation as she took a shaky little step away from him. ‘Like I said, we’ll do it the clinic way.’
    ‘For sure. Any other way would be just too
—
’
    Her head tilted a little to the side. ‘Ick?’
    He grinned. ‘Is that a technical term?’
    ‘Absolutely. For that weird feeling you get when you think about sleeping with your best friend? Like sex with your cousin? Right? Weird.’ Shuddering, she looked to him for reassurance.
    Which he gave unreservedly. ‘Right. Yes. Ick’s the word.’
    The notion of them having sex had rarely arisen. Back in the early days he’d caught himself looking at her and wondering. She’d walked through his dreams many nights. He’d tried to imagine what kissing her would have been like. How she would taste. How she would feel underneath him. Around him. But he’d never put any of that into words for fear she’d run a mile. He’d never asked more from her than what they’d already had and, frankly, he’d believed that any kind of fling would inevitably ruin the great friendship they’d built up.
    She was worth more to him than just sex. And seeing as that was the only thing he ever offered to women, he’d never wanted to risk doing something so pointlessly stupid and losing her.
    Plus, while Georgie was funny and loyal, she’d never made a move or seemed interested in him in that way. They’d had an implicit agreement that anything of a sexual nature could never happen. So he’d sublimated those imaginings until he’d stopped having them. Had lost himself in other women.
    Which made it all the more nonsensical that he’d started noticing things again...like her smell, the colour of her hair, her eyes. Surely it could only mean some sort of nostalgia for the younger Georgie in his past when the present was shifting out of his control?

CHAPTER THREE
    Eight months ago...
    Hey, stranger. Thought you’d want to know that your genius sperm has done what it was designed to do...I’m pregnant!

    Great news. Congratulations.

    F INALLY , AN ANSWER . Biggest news she’d ever had and not one exclamation mark. Not one. No cheers or fanfares. No questions. Was he not just a little curious? Pleased for her? Maybe it was the whole emotionless text thing stuffing up the sentiment of his message, but hadn’t the man heard about emoticons?
    Disappointed, Georgie texted him back.

    I’m so excited! :) Catch up soon?

    Sure. Things are a bit busy right now. Packing. South Sudan. In two days. I’ll try come over to say bye.

    Okay, your call.

    He was heading off again and he’d try to come and see her?
Try?
What the hell...? Packing didn’t take two whole days. He was the world’s lightest traveller.
    And, actually, it was her call just as much as his. Worrying about contacting him had never been an issue before and it shouldn’t be now just because she was carrying his baby.
No.
Her
baby. He’d made that very clear. But surely they could still be friends? She wasn’t going to allow this to change what they had. Why should pregnancy make a difference?
    But it did, she realised. Not just to her relationship with Liam, but to her. She was going to be a mum.
A mother
. With a family. Something she’d never had before. She was going to be part of something...more.
    She put a hand to her very flat, very
un
pregnant-looking stomach and her heart did another flip. It was still so early, too early to grow attached; any number of things could go wrong. But it was already too late. Her stomach tumbled as she closed her