The Tycoon's Paternity Agenda / High-Society Seduction: The Tycoon's Paternity Agenda / High-Society Seduction. Michelle Celmer

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СКАЧАТЬ Although he hadn’t looked unhappy earlier, when he was standing in her bedroom doorway. He looked like he wanted to throw her down on the bed and have his way with her, which, let’s face it, was never going to happen.

      He got in the car, and Reece closed the door. Katy waved as they pulled down the driveway. The windows were tinted so she couldn’t tell if Adam was watching, but she had the feeling he was. When they turned onto the road and disappeared out of sight, she crossed the porch to the side door around the corner … and almost plowed into her mom, who was pulling on her mucking boots.

      Katy squeaked in surprise and skidded to a stop, hoping she hadn’t heard that comment about Adam seeing her naked.

      “Going out to the barn?” she asked brightly. A little too brightly if her mother’s wry expression was any indication.

      “Be careful, Katy,” she said and it was obvious she had heard. “When you fall, it’s hard and fast.”

      Fall? For Adam? Ugh. Not in a million years. She had clearly taken what was said completely out of context. “It’s not what you think. He was looking for the bathroom and saw me getting dressed. It was an accident. What I said just now, that was only to embarrass him.”

      She didn’t look convinced. “I know you always had a bit of a crush on him.”

      “For pity’s sake! When I was a kid. Not only do I not have a crush, but I don’t even like him.”

      “He’s not like us, Katy.”

      Didn’t she know it. “You’re preaching to the choir, Mom.”

      “I just want you to consider this carefully. When you’re pregnant, and your hormones are all out of whack, those emotional lines can get … fuzzy.”

      “I’m not going to fall for Adam. It’s not even a remote possibility.”

      She didn’t look like she believed Katy, but she let it drop.

      The idea of her and Adam in a relationship was beyond ridiculous. Her mother had to know that.

      Or was she seeing something that Katy wasn’t?

      Five

      Adam met Katy at the doctor’s office Wednesday as planned. She got there first, and as he walked into the lobby he was a bit taken aback when he saw her. In fact, until she smiled and waved, he didn’t even realize it was her. Dressed in a white-cotton peasant blouse and a caramel-colored ankle-length skirt, she looked like … a woman. She’d even traded in the her usual ponytail for soft, loose ringlets that framed her face and draped across her shoulders. Even he couldn’t deny that the effect was breathtaking.

      He had always considered her attractive, but now she looked … well, frankly, she looked hot.

      It was only the third time in his life that he’d seen her wear anything but jeans and boots. The first was his wedding, and the second Becca’s funeral, but neither time had he been paying attention to how she looked. Was it possible that she’d always looked this blatantly sexy and he’d just never noticed? And today, he wasn’t the only one. Heads were turning as she walked past, eyes following her with obvious appreciation. But he knew something they didn’t. He knew that as good as she looked in her clothes, she looked even better out of them.

      A fact he’d been trying to forget all week.

      Katy on the other hand seemed oblivious to the looks she was getting, as though she didn’t have even the slightest idea how pretty she was. Or more likely, didn’t care either way. He’d never met a woman so casual about her self-image. As evidenced, he realized with a tug of humor, by the fact that under the skirt she was wearing cowboy boots.

      He could take the woman out of the country, but not the country out of the woman.

      “You’re early,” he said as she approached him.

      “I know, I didn’t want to risk being late,” she told him, then added, as if she thought he wouldn’t notice on his own, “I wore my girl clothes.”

      “So you did.”

      “I’m really nervous.”

      “I’m sure everything will be fine.” He looked at his watch and said, “We should probably get upstairs.”

      Though he had resigned himself to the idea of her being the surrogate and had for the most part convinced himself it was for the best, deep down he half hoped the doctor would find some reason to deem her an inappropriate candidate for the procedure. But after a thorough examination, Katy was given a clean bill of health. And like her own physician, Dr. Meyer even went so far as to comment that her body was ideal for childbearing. So there was definitely no turning back now.

      It was a done deal.

      After a consultation with the doctor in his office, where he explained the procedure in great detail, they made an appointment for the following week to have two embryos implanted.

      “Are you nervous?” Katy asked him as they walked back down to the lobby together.

      He shrugged.

      “Oh, come on, you have to be at least a little nervous.”

      “I guess.” After waiting so long for this, the process did seem to be moving very quickly. “How about you? Are you having second thoughts?”

      “Not at all. I’m just really excited. I can hardly believe it’s next week. I thought it would take months.”

      “It won’t be a problem, you leaving the ranch for a couple of days?”

      “They can get by without me. But I was thinking, because I’ll be on bed rest for twenty-four hours after the transfer, maybe you could recommend a hotel.”

      Did she honestly think he would let her stay alone in a hotel? Not only would that be rude and insensitive of him, he wanted her close by, so he could keep an eye on her and make sure she followed the doctor’s orders to the letter. They had three shots at this. He didn’t want anything going wrong.

      “Nonsense,” he told her. “You’ll stay with me.”

      “Are you sure? I don’t want to impose.”

      They pushed out the door into the blazing afternoon heat where his car sat at the curb already waiting for him. “Of course I’m sure.”

      “In that case, thanks. It’s been years since I’ve been to your house.”

      Three years to be exact. The day of Becca’s funeral.

      They stopped on the sidewalk near the limo. He really should get back to work, but she’d driven all this way and the least he could do was feed her.

      “Why don’t I buy you lunch?”

      “I really need to get going,” she said apologetically.

      “I’ll probably just swing into the drive-through on my way home.”

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