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    ‘Kit?’
    Alex’s face was void of all emotion. It made her catch her breath. How could he hide all that…that turmoil away, just like that? She searched his face for a spark of…anything.
    She searched in vain.
    ‘You’re saying it’s mine?’
    ‘Yes.’
    ‘We used protection.’
    She didn’t want to do this. She wanted to curl up and sleep the afternoon away. She wanted to forget all about Alex Hallam. ‘We’d have been better off if I’d been on the Pill.’
    ‘Have you thought everything through? Considered all your options?’ He planted his hands on his hips, his eyes narrowed. ‘You know you have options, don’t you?’
    ‘You’re talking about a termination?’
    ‘That’s certainly one of your options and—’
    That had her surging to her feet. She ignored the pain that cramped her back. ‘What a typically male thing to say! You’re…’ She couldn’t find words enough to describe the entirety of his awfulness.
    He wanted her to get rid of their beautiful baby?
    Oh, that so wasn’t going to happen!
    ‘Look, I’m just saying it’s an option, that’s all. I was just checking that you’d considered all your options.’
    ‘Is that so?’ She folded her arms. After the heat of her first flush of anger she went cold all over. Chilled-to-the-bone cold. ‘But a termination would make your life so much easier, wouldn’t it?’
    ‘Only if the child is mine.’
    For a moment she couldn’t breathe. He doubted it? He thought she would lie about something as important as this? She’d envisaged anger and shock, resentment, when she told Alex the news but not once had it occurred to her that he might not believe her. She’d never given him any reason to think she would lie.
    She wrapped her arms about her middle to stop from falling apart. ‘I am not terminating my pregnancy.’
    He didn’t blink. He didn’t flinch. ‘Fine. But if you claim the child is mine then I demand a paternity test be carried out upon the child’s birth.’
    She hitched up her chin. ‘Alex, you’ve made it clear from the start that you’re not a family man.’ Well, perhaps not exactly from the start. But he had rectified that particular misapprehension on her part with startling speed. ‘I don’t want anything from you. I assure you I have everything that I need. Frankly, I don’t know what you are still doing here.’
    His gaze sliced to the path that led around the side of the house—the path that would take him to his car and freedom. She recognized the hunger that flashed across his face before all expression was cut off again.
    ‘I—’
    An almighty crash from within the house interrupted whatever he’d been about to say. Kit spun around. One of the deliverymen appeared at the back door. ‘I…uh…a wall’s fallen down.’
    She blinked. ‘It’s what?’ She took off at a run. Her beautiful house!
    ‘Kit, wait, it might not be safe!’
    She ignored Alex’s shout. It couldn’t be any more dangerous than being out in the back garden with him. His footsteps pounded behind her, but he didn’t catch up with her until she came to a dead halt at the edge of the living room. He slammed into her and she winced as pain cramped her back again. She coughed at the plaster dust thick in the air.
    ‘Sorry.’ He gripped her shoulders to steady her. ‘Okay?’
    She couldn’t answer him. The warmth of his hands had memories sideswiping her, memories that demanded she turn and rest herself in his arms. Crazy! She couldn’t talk but she could resist such insane impulses. She managed a nod.
    He immediately transferred his attention to the deliverymen. ‘Anyone hurt?’
    She closed her eyes. She was a hundred different kinds of a fool where this man was concerned.
    The deliverymen all assured Alex that they were unhurt and Kit opened her eyes to survey the damage. She waved a hand in front of her face to try and dispel some of the dust. ‘What happened?’
    Her house. Her beautiful house.
    As the dust