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will fight for my baby’s happiness and my own. So don’t think that just because I’m home again you’re going to have it all your own way!’
    â€˜Are you quite finished?’
    Employing a look of boredom and disdain, Reece barely tolerated Sorrel’s impassioned words, and for a moment his glance threatened her ability to proceed. But then she swallowed down the horrible aching cramp in her throat that was making it so difficult to give full vent to her feelings and stared back at him defiantly.
    â€˜You’ve got your work…you’ve always had your work…and I know perfectly well that that’s always going to come first. And, just so that you’re aware, I have other opportunities apart from modelling in which to earn money—and I’ll certainly be taking advantage of them while I live in this house. I don’t expect you to keep me. I never have! It was you who suggested I take fewer and fewer modelling assignments, so that I could travel around with you and keep you company while you pursued your own career. So don’t think you hold the trump card just because you’re the one who pays the bills!’
    â€˜This is crazy.’ She saw the disdain in his eyes swiftlyreplaced by rage. ‘There’s absolutely no need for you to work at all, so you can put that idea right out of your head this instant! You’re pregnant, remember? Naturally you’re going to need as much rest and relaxation as possible in your condition. So don’t be stupid about this, Sorrel. It won’t solve a damn thing.’
    It was clear that Reece was in no mood for examining solutions to their seemingly escalating animosity towards each other. And Sorrel too was in a space where calm logic and cool reason were nowhere to be found. How could she apply any such reasonable behaviour when her emotions about Reece and the baby were dominating her every thought?
    â€˜If you want to keep yourself occupied,’ he continued, ‘you can resume your yoga or Pilates classes, go to the spa, take up cross-stitch or any damn thing you like to keep you busy, if that’s what you want, but there’s no need for you to work. I’ll double your allowance and you can do what the hell you like with the money—you know damn well you’ve never had to report back to me about what you spend! Let’s just try and make things as bearable as possible while we’re waiting for the baby to be born. After that…’ Reece shrugged again, his handsome face looking suddenly weary. ‘We’ll see.’
    As he turned towards the open doorway Sorrel’s chest grew tight with anxiety. ‘What do you mean “we’ll see”?’ she demanded, her blue eyes flashing. But Reece was already gone and her indignant retort went ominously unanswered.
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    Melody had not professed instant happiness that Sorrel was pregnant.
    â€˜This is probably the last thing the two of you needwhen you’re already in such a mess!’ she declared in her usual forthright tone on the other end of the phone.
    Sorrel had a brief flash of her driving her fingers through the thick wavy fair hair that could never be easily contained with undisguised exasperation. Of the two sisters, Melody had always been the practical, reliable one. A true lynchpin in the little Suffolk village community where she lived—the first to help sort out a neighbour’s problem or run half a dozen of her friends’ children to school as well as her own at the drop of a hat—nothing fazed her. Whether it came to baking her own bread, or changing a tyre on her dusty well-used Renault, Melody simply got on with the task at hand and didn’t make a fuss. Apart from her sister being her closest friend, Sorrel had gone to her when she’d left Reece because Melody was bound to know what to do.
    â€˜I really do want this baby, Mel,’ Sorrel replied now, wanting to make