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serious minute and asked questions she couldn’t answer. She looked away. “Nothing.”
    But the longing was already in her. She wanted him to sweep her into his arms and make everything okay. She wanted him to wipe out the last eight months of worry and embarrassment, of startled and disapproving glances as her family and friends realized she was expecting. She wanted things that weren’t going to happen.
    With a stoic smile, she wondered who she thought she—the housekeeper’s daughter—was, to set her sights upon a son of the mighty Colton clan.
    â€œShare,” he requested.
    She shook her head. “Just musing on the ironies of life.” She took a sip of coffee, then washed down her vitamins with the last gulp of milk.
    Her maternity top fluttered as the baby moved. Maya waited. Sometimes the movements were too vigorous for comfort. Then she would have to sit for a few minutes and wait for the baby to settle down before she could go on.
    â€œIs the baby moving?” Drake asked, leaning closer and peering at her abdomen.
    â€œYes.”
    He wasn’t put off by her abrupt answer. “May I?” he asked and, without waiting, laid his hand on her tummy.
    Maya was immediately aware of heat rushing to the spot, as if a sun had suddenly blazed to life in her.
    â€œIt kicked my hand last night,” Drake said.
    â€œWh-what?”
    â€œAfter you went to sleep, I touched you like this. The baby kicked against my hand several times.”
    He grinned, his even teeth a white slash in his tanned face, making him startlingly handsome, the way Tom Cruise was when he flashed his million-watt smile. It was enough to make women fall at their feet, both the actor and this man.
    Chalk it up to being human, she advised her smarting heart. She’d had a crush on Drake Colton most of her life. Once, at seventeen, she’d thought he was interested in her when he came home from college,but he’d abruptly withdrawn, avoiding her the rest of his stay.
    It had hurt, but she’d gotten past the dreams she’d spun of them at that time. She would again. It was merely a wee bit more complicated this time around.
    Removing his hand, she said politely, “Please don’t.”
    He leaned back in his chair, steam rising from the coffee as he drank deeply, his eyes never leaving her. When he set the cup down, he asked, “Do you know whether it’s a boy or a girl?”
    The silence grew too long to be comfortable.
    She had to clear her throat before speaking. “A girl,” she said in a near whisper. She cleared her throat again. “I had a sonogram. It’s a girl.”
    He nodded solemnly, and she couldn’t tell whether he was pleased or not.
    Really, she had to stop thinking this way, as if he might be delighted at the prospect of their having a child. Those hopes belonged to her younger, more idealistic self. Drake’s note had made it clear his intentions had not extended to a future, not with her at any rate.
    â€œDid you get a picture of her?”
    She nodded.
    â€œMaybe you’ll let me see it sometime,” he suggested softly, almost wistfully. “Have you picked a name yet?”
    Her chest tightened. “Marissa. Marissa Ramirez.”
    His face hardened for a fraction of a second, then the expression was gone. He smiled as he consideredthe name. “Marissa. I like that. If she’s lucky, she’ll be as beautiful as her mother.”
    His eyes glided over her in a visual caress, warm and exciting and promising more than he ever meant to give. Maya set her mug down abruptly as her hand trembled wildly, threatening to spill hot liquid down her front.
    â€œI have studying to do.” She rose, refilled her cup and retreated to the relative safety of her room. She stayed there until lunch.
    Hearing the others congregating in the dining room and kitchen, she knew she had to make an appearance. If she didn’t, her