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agonized over this issue months before. But he hadn’t
expected to be notified if other people used his sperm, so she
wouldn’t tell him, either.
    The easy solution would be to lie, making up
a fictitious lover or boyfriend to satisfy his questions. But she
felt as if she had enough secrets already.
    “Mr. Jamison,” she said finally. “Thank you
for your concern, but you don’t need to worry about me. The
pregnancy is going well, and I’m fine.”
    “Not ‘we’re fine’, but ‘I’m fine,’” he noted
perceptively. “That leads me to believe that the father of your
baby is not an active part of your life. Does he even know about
the baby?”
    Now Hannah was mad. He had no right to cross
examine her, verbally pushing her into a corner. “No, he doesn’t
know about the baby, and he never will,” she said fiercely. “Is
that enough personal information for you, Mr. Jamison, or do you
want more?”
    His face grew pale as if he finally realized
how inappropriate his questions had become.
    Without waiting for his response, she stood,
and walked past him. “I’m taking the rest of the day off,” she
announced. “If you need help, get a floater.”
    #
    Luke watched Ms. Hansen leave. She was
magnificent in her anger, back straight and head held high like a
queen. But what the hell was wrong with him? She’d said she didn’t
want to talk about it, and he’d ignored her wishes, continuing to
interrogate her.
    What had he been thinking? He went back into
his office and slammed the door, but it did no good.
    He started pacing.
    The problem was, he hadn’t been thinking. The
revelation that she was pregnant had rocked him, and he’d been
seeking further information to make sense of it.
    And he’d offended her. Would she come back
tomorrow?
    Considering the way her blue eyes had flashed
with fury, he couldn’t guarantee it.
    She’d be perfectly within her rights to make
a complaint against him and to seek a different position in the law
firm.
    The last thing he wanted was a new
secretary.
    He wanted to keep Hannah.
    Luke raked his fingers into his hair and
closed his eyes with frustration. Sometimes he was an idiot, a bull
in the china shop as Gloria had called him.
    He’d have to make amends somehow, to
apologize. But how?
    #
    Hannah glanced at the digital alarm clock
beside her bed. It was past three o’clock in the morning, and she
couldn’t sleep, but she couldn’t blame it on the gyrations of her
child, for the baby lay peaceful in her womb, barely stirring.
    She stared at the ceiling, mentally going
over the events of the day before. She had felt wonderfully
powerful as she walked out on Luke Jamison, but in hindsight, she
knew she’d been foolish.
    She should have answered his questions as
simply and honestly as she could, without the hormonal melodrama.
By storming out, she’d merely given him reason to think she was
hiding something. She had piqued his interest, and he would ask
more questions.
    Either that, or he’d fire her for leaving her
post. Knowing Mr. Jamison, she didn’t think he’d do that, but he
could.
    Perhaps that would be best. Or she could
quit. She could show up tomorrow with a resignation letter. That
might be cowardly, but it would be a lot easier than returning to
her desk, having to face him again.
    Hannah rolled on her side and punched her
pillow, trying to get comfortable. She couldn’t afford to quit. She
had some savings, but it wasn’t enough to pay for medical insurance
and living expenses until the baby was born and she was ready to go
back to work.
    What a mess she’d made. Perhaps she should
have adopted a child instead of trying to create her own. But she
couldn’t turn back the clock.
    The baby stirred, and she rubbed her stomach.
“Sorry,” she murmured. “I love you, sweetie, and somehow I’ll make
this situation work.”
    #
    The next morning, Hannah was five minutes
late to work and expected to hear a lecture from Mr. Jamison, but
surprisingly, he