Undone by Her Tender Touch. Maya Banks

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      She’d found the perfect place for her bakery and catering business. It was in a nice area. The terms were satisfactory. It had already been outfitted with the necessary facilities. All she’d need was a little remodeling to the front to accommodate eat-in customers and she’d be set.

      After so long doing word-of-mouth events, she was ready for a more solid step. One that would give her a steady income versus never knowing when she’d land her next gig. Her meager savings had kept her in her current apartment, but if she didn’t start bringing in a regular income, it would be gone in a year.

      She was certain she could qualify for a small-business loan, but in order to get the necessary funds, she needed a signed lease. Which she had, at least until her Realtor had called her to inform her that there was a problem.

      Suddenly her dreams of cute cupcakes, yummy little pastries, intricately decorated bonbons and delicious-smelling breads evaporated.

      She blew out her breath in a cold fog and mounted the steps to her apartment. She fumbled with the lock just as her cell phone went off, which only renewed her desire to toss it into oncoming traffic.

      She managed to push inside to where it was a great deal warmer, and after kicking the door shut with her foot, she glanced down at her phone. It wasn’t a number she recognized, but given that she’d handed her number out to potential clients, she couldn’t afford not to answer the phone.

      With a sigh, she punched the receive button and put it to her ear. “Pippa Laingley.”

      She was in the midst of trying to shrug out of her coat when she heard Cam’s voice over the line.

      “Pippa, it’s Cam.”

      She paused and then chuckled, leaving her coat dangling from the arm that was bent to her ear. “Well, hello, Cam. What a surprise. I distinctly remember you saying you wouldn’t call. To what do I owe this honor?”

      “One of the condoms broke,” he said tersely.

      She quickly switched the phone to her other hand so she could shake away the coat. She left it there in the doorway and walked toward her living room, sure she hadn’t heard him correctly.

      “Say that again,” she said shakily.

      She sank onto the couch, clutching the phone tightly to her ear.

      There was an indistinguishable sigh and then he said, “The condom we used in the shower. It broke. I didn’t discover it until after you’d left. Since we were in the shower, there would have been no … evidence … at the time. I didn’t notice.”

      Her heart lodged solidly in her throat and she closed her eyes. No, she wouldn’t have noticed, either.

      He’d been insatiable, but then so had she. The very last thing she’d considered at the time was whether the condom had performed as expected. Obviously if it would have happened at any other point, they would have known. But in a shower?

      “Pippa, are you there?”

      The strident demand shook her from her thoughts.

      “I’m here,” she said faintly.

      “There are things we have to discuss.”

      She frowned. “Why are you only just now calling me? When did you discover this?”

      There was a pause. “I found it yesterday after you left.”

      “And you’re only just now telling me?” she shrieked. “This would have been good to know yesterday when there was something I could have done.”

      Even as she was furious at him, she wasn’t sure what she would have done. A morning-after pill? It would have been a bit late for that, but what did she know about such things? She could have at least done some research and made an informed decision.

      “Calm down, Pippa.”

      The condescension in his tone just pissed her off even more.

      “Don’t tell me to calm down,” she seethed. “You aren’t the one who has to live with the consequences of that broken condom.”

      “Don’t I?” he snapped. “If you think an unplanned pregnancy doesn’t affect me every bit as much as it does you, then you’re delusional. Now quit shouting at me so we can discuss our options like adults.”

      She bit hard into her lip to prevent the outburst straining to break free.

      “Now, I assume from your reaction that you aren’t on any sort of birth control.”

      “No one can ever accuse you of being stupid.”

      “Cut the crap, Pippa. I get that you’re scared and caught off guard. This isn’t a picnic for me, either. You taking this out on me helps neither of us.”

      Realizing she was doing exactly as he’d accused, she went silent, her grip still tight around the phone. She should have thrown it when she’d had the urge. If she had, she wouldn’t be having this harrowing conversation right now.

      “I think you should move in with me, at least until we know if you’re pregnant.”

      Her mouth fell open and her brow creased in disbelief. “What?”

      He sighed again. “Perhaps this isn’t a conversation we should be having over the phone. I can pick you up in an hour.”

      She got her wits back in time to utter a hoarse, “No.”

      “Then what’s your preference?” he asked impatiently.

      She put her hand to her temple and dug her fingers into it, massaging the increasing ache.

      “Look, Cam, I’m not moving in with you. That’s about the most absurd suggestion I’ve heard. We don’t need to talk face-to-face. Right now, I have no desire to see you. I’m in shock. I need time to figure out my options. I don’t need you breathing down my neck. If it turns out I’m pregnant, I know where to find you, and believe me, you’ll be hearing from me then. Until that point, I’d appreciate it if you just backed off.”

      “Damn it, that’s not what I want. Look, Pippa, I need to know that you and the … baby … are safe. If there is a baby, I mean. The best way to do that is for you to be close where I know you’re taken care of.”

      There was quiet desperation in his voice and an odd detached tone that suggested to her he wasn’t even focusing on the real issue at hand. His head seemed to be somewhere else and that annoyed her all the more.

      He was worrying about her and a theoretical baby’s safety, and at this point she was just worried that there was a theoretical baby.

      “I don’t care what you want,” she said evenly.

      She pulled the phone away from her ear and punched the end button. Then realizing that Cam was the persistent sort, she turned it off and thrust it away.

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