Platinum Grooms: Pregnant at the Wedding. Sara Orwig

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      “I haven’t seen your bedroom,” he reminded her. “Give me the deluxe tour.”

      “Sure,” she replied, trying to sound casual and not think about a bed and Ryan in it.

      “Here it is,” she said, and he followed her into her blue bedroom, walking around to look at items on her desk, pictures on the wall and memorabilia on her shelves. He reached out to pick up one of her tennis trophies. “You’re good at tennis. We’ll have to play.”

      “Right now I’ve given it up,” she said, and watched his dark eyebrows arch.

      “How come?” he asked, replacing the trophy on the shelf.

      She realized she couldn’t give him the right answer and tried to think of an excuse. But silence stretched, and she began to panic, searching for something to say.

      “Tennis elbow,” she answered at last.

      “Too bad. I was looking forward to a match with you. Chess and tennis. There are two things we both enjoy, so we might as well do them together when we can.”

      “They’re both competitive.”

      “All the better,” he said softly. “I like competing with you.”

      “I suspect you’re happy to compete with the world because most of the time, you’re satisfied with the outcome,” she said, and he smiled.

      “What do you do for your elbow?” he asked, walking over to her.

      “There’s not much I can do,” she replied, avoiding his eyes and wishing she could think of another subject. “Now you’ve seen my room.”

      He turned to look at her bed. “I’ll know where to picture you in my mind when I talk to you on the phone.” His voice had lowered a notch, and she wondered if he was remembering their weekend together, too.

      “That’s the tour. There’s an extra bedroom. Want something to drink?”

      “Sure. I’ll have pop.”

      He strolled beside her as they returned to the kitchen, where she got pop for him, ice water for herself and a plate of cookies. “We can go in the living room where it’s more comfortable,” she said. Seconds later, she was sitting on the sofa. He chose one of the chairs, putting distance between them, and she realized he was doing what he’d promised—going slowly.

      “Has your family seen this place?”

      She shook her head. “Not yet. My dad and brother don’t get into the city often unless there’s a cattle sale or something like that. My grandmother hardly ever leaves our area.”

      “How’s your dad feeling?”

      “He’s getting along all right from what my brother tells me. Jeff says Dad is still working too hard for a man who’s had a heart attack, but there’s nothing any of us can do about that. The flood last year was another big blow. Health insurance is an endless problem.”

      “And you’re still helping out financially?” Ryan asked bluntly, and she nodded.

      “Yes, I’m happy to,” she replied.

      “I know what you mean,” he said, and she wondered if Ryan even remembered the sacrifices of his early years.

      He stretched out his long legs. “I’m sorry your family has problems.”

      “We’ll get through them. Dad says we always have.”

      “So what weddings are coming up?” Ryan asked, changing the subject. As she talked, she realized he was a good listener.

      Finally, he stood and picked up his glass. “I’ll put this in the kitchen and then I better go. It’s late.”

      She glanced at her watch and was surprised to see it was nearly one in the morning. “Great heavens! On work nights I go to bed early.”

      “Sorry if I kept you up past your bedtime. You should’ve thrown me out.”

      “Oh, sure,” she said. “Leave your glass. I’ll put it up.”

      He crossed the room to her. “Since I’m taking you to work in the morning, eat breakfast with me tomorrow. That’s harmless.”

      “Ryan, nothing is ‘harmless’ with you,” she answered.

      “Ah, now that’s great news,” he replied, and she shook her head. “So even breakfast with me is different from breakfast with John Doe or Susie Smith? Sometime I’ll try to discover why, but not yet. Tonight, I’m taking it ever so slowly—don’t you agree?”

      “Of course, and you have to hear me say that, too.”

      “I just want to make certain I’m doing what you like,” he said with great innocence. He stood inches away, and was bantering her, but she had spent an enjoyable evening with him. They had touched lightly and casually, but each contact was fiery, and longing had steadily built, until now she ached to wrap her arms around him and kiss him. She had no intention of doing so, yet she was certain that before he told her goodbye, that was exactly what he would do. She couldn’t imagine he would walk away without a kiss.

      “I’ll pick you up, so let’s have breakfast.”

      “All right,” she said, glancing at her watch. “I have to have my sleep. I’ll call and arrange to go in late, so can you come at half-past eight—or does that make you too late?”

      “Half-past eight it is.” They walked to the door, and he turned to face her.

      “Thanks for the delicious dinner,” she said. “It was a nice evening.”

      “I thought it was fantastic. I can’t wait until breakfast. Night, Ashley,” he said.

      “Good night, Ryan,” she replied, while her heart raced. To her surprise, he turned and strolled toward his car. She was amazed he hadn’t given her even a light kiss, and she tried to ignore the ripple of disappointment she felt.

      She waved to him and went inside, locking up and switching off lights. She was getting more involved with him instead of less, she knew, and wondered how much that was going to complicate her life.

      It wasn’t until she showered for work the next morning that she realized she had made a big mistake.

      Worrying, she blew her hair dry, her thoughts on Ryan. She had promised to eat breakfast with him, forgetting completely that all too often she suffered morning sickness.

      She knew she could never get him to cancel coming to fetch her. She didn’t have a car, since she’d left it at work to go to dinner with him. Mulling over what to do, she dressed in a navy skirt and white blouse, then looped and pinned her hair on her head.

      Promptly at half-past eight, Ryan arrived and rang her doorbell. When she opened it, she lost her breath at the sight of him.

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