Pregnancy Of Passion. Lucy Monroe

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      To Zachariah, a true knight—

       one who is both willing to fight for what is

       right and who does it with integrity. You have

       my love and admiration always.

      Contents

      CHAPTER ONE

      CHAPTER TWO

      CHAPTER THREE

      CHAPTER FOUR

      CHAPTER FIVE

      CHAPTER SIX

      CHAPTER SEVEN

      CHAPTER EIGHT

      CHAPTER NINE

      CHAPTER TEN

      CHAPTER ELEVEN

      EPILOGUE

      COMING NEXT MONTH

      CHAPTER ONE

      SALVATORE stood outside the small family-owned jeweler’s, feeling a wholly unfamiliar wariness.

      It wasn’t normal for him to hang back from a confrontation. He thrived on the head-to-head combat in the world of big business or the hand-to-hand combat sometimes necessary in his line of work, but this was something entirely different.

      It would be a confrontation all right, but it wouldn’t be related to business.

      He didn’t fool himself into believing Elisa would thank him for his interference in her life, even at the instigation of her worried papa. She’d spent a whole year avoiding Salvatore as if he had a particularly deadly communicable disease. She hated him with the same passion she had once given herself to him.

      And he could not blame her.

      She had more reason than most to despise her ex-lover, but that did not mean he would accept his dismissal from her life. He couldn’t. His Sicilian soul would not let such a debt remain outstanding. Even if she did not currently believe it, the di Vitale family was one of honor and he would not bring shame to the name.

      He pushed open the door to Adamo Jewelers and frowned when he did not hear the faint buzz that should have accompanied his entry into the store. It was a minimum security measure to alert store employees to a customer’s presence.

      He took two steps inside and stopped.

      She was bending over one of the cases with a young couple. Her soft voice floated toward him even though he could not distinguish her words. Glossy brown hair he remembered best spread across white silk sheets had been pulled into a neat French twist. The conservative style exposed the delicate line of her neck and the faint pulse there that became very visible when she was sexually excited.

      She was dressed with her usual flair in a sleeveless button-up blouse, the color of her moss-green eyes. Her straight skirt in a darker shade outlined her slender hips and small waist without showing more than a couple of inches of skin above the ankle. However, if she moved just a little bit, the slit in the back would give him a delicious view of legs he longed to have wrapped around his body in the throes of passion once again.

      He gritted his teeth at the predictable reaction to his thoughts occurring below his belt.

      He wanted her. Still. He doubted the physical compulsion to merge his flesh with hers would ever diminish. It hadn’t in a year of absence. A year in which he had not even been tempted to touch another woman. Such physical desire could make up for a lot…even marriage.

      The only course left open to him. The one way he could make reparation for his sins.

      She said something to the couple and walked around to the back of the case to pull out a tray of diamond rings.

      And saw him.

      All the color drained from her face and her eyes, leaving them a bleak winter gray. It was opposite to the reaction she’d once had to his presence, when her eyes had lit up with affection and welcome. There was no welcome now.

      No. Horror described her expression best.

      The tray tumbled from her hand and landed with a dull thud on the top of the glass case.

      “Are you all right?”