His Miracle Baby. Kate Walker

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СКАЧАТЬ the words flung at her so brutally, Ellie could only wince inwardly at the realisation of how inadequate they sounded.

      But she couldn’t possibly have told the truth. And even to protect her unborn child she couldn’t have told Morgan that she no longer loved him.

      ‘Well, my feelings had changed—I’d changed!’

      Changed in the most fundamental way it was possible for a woman to do so. She had become pregnant and, knowing how he would react to that one basic fact, she had seen leaving him as the only course open to her.

      ‘You certainly had.’

      Morgan leaned back against the wall, arms folded across the width of his chest, eyeing her with bleak cynicism.

      ‘If I’d been a betting man, angel, I’d have put money on the fact that we had something special…’

      ‘Well, you’d have been wrong.’

      He would never know how much it cost her to say those words. Because she too had thought they had had ‘something special’ and she had dreamed of it staying that way. Of it growing and flowering into the sort of relationship you could build a lifetime upon. She had even let herself dream of marriage, maybe, one day.

      But there had been one small flaw in the perfection of her love. Morgan didn’t want children. He had been absolutely emphatic on that matter right from the start. Had warned her that if she hadn’t been able to cope with the idea then he’d been prepared to break it off now, before either of them had got in too deep.

      But Ellie had already been in too deep. She had told herself she could manage—that Morgan himself was enough for her. And he had been enough—until the day she had realised that an accident had happened and that in spite of her precautions she was going to have a baby.

      Ellie came back into the present with a jolt, and, looking deep into those inimical blue eyes, she shivered involuntarily, fearful of the cold antipathy she could see in their depths.

      ‘Nothing stays the same for ever,’ she managed, ruthlessly suppressing her voice’s tendency to wobble revealingly.

      ‘Nothing stays the same…’ Morgan echoed viciously. ‘How true. Nothing—not even the protestations of undying love, the vows of eternal faithfulness, the declarations that you had never felt this way before, would never feel it again. How long did it last, my angel? Ten months? A year?’

      ‘Oh, stop it!’

      Ellie longed to lift her hands and clap them over her ears, anything to drown out the brutal litany of scorn he was subjecting her to.

      ‘I never thought—I… I’m sorry…’ she finished miserably, knowing she had to say it, even though it was hopelessly inadequate and far, far too late. ‘I’m really sorry. If I could say anything—’

      ‘No!’ Morgan cut in harshly. ‘Don’t! Don’t say anything—and don’t say that you’re sorry—because I’m not! I was angry when you left—true. I was even a little hurt at the thought that you could discard me so easily, move on to someone else. But when I calmed down and started thinking rationally again, I realised that in fact you’d done me one hell of a favour.’

      ‘A favour?’

      ‘Yeah, a favour. I was close to making the biggest mistake of my life with you.’

      He shook his head as if in despair at his own foolishness.

      ‘Something I would have regretted for as long as I lived. But by leaving when you did, you saved me from that. Really, instead of reproaching you, I reckon I should thank you.’

      ‘Don’t bother!’ Ellie snapped, unable to take any more.

      For the first time she admitted to herself that she had come here with a tiny thread of a weak, foolish hope in her heart. Hopes of a reconciliation, of finding that Morgan, too, had suffered from their time apart, and so might be prepared to rethink his feeling about children. But his comments had not only taken that pathetic hope away from her, they had crushed it into tiny, irreparable pieces, impossible ever to put together again.

      ‘Well, at least you won’t expect me to stay after—’

      ‘Oh, but I do,’ Morgan cut in sharply. ‘In fact, now I want that coffee more than ever.’

      ‘Well, you can just go on wanting! I’m finished here, I—’

      ‘But I haven’t finished with you,’ Morgan came back at her with deadly quietness. ‘There are things we still have to talk about.’

      He pushed himself away from the wall, straightening up lazily.

      ‘Make the coffee, Ellie,’ he said and it was a command, not a request.

      CHAPTER THREE

      FOR a moment Morgan thought he’d lost her.

      He knew that look of old. The set jaw, the compressed mouth, the mutinous glare that declared only too clearly that Ellie was having none of whatever she thought he was suggesting.

      This was Ellie at her most stubborn, and, strangely enough, it was seeing her in this mood that reached out and stabbed him in the heart, when he least expected it to.

      This was the Ellie who had most infuriated him when they’d been together. The woman who could set against something, however small, and turn it into a battle, one she had no intention of letting him win. There had never been any chance of wearing her down when she’d been like this. In fact there had only ever been one approach that had a chance of winning her round.

      So he used it.

      ‘Please…’ he added softly, pitching his voice at a very different level.

      She wasn’t going to give in that easily, it was clear. Just one swift, stunned blink of those amazing eyes showed any sort of response, making Morgan wonder exactly why he was so set on having her stay when quite clearly she would rather be anywhere but here.

      But perhaps that was the whole point. Whatever was bugging her, it was pretty damn important to her. And the more she seemed determined not to let any hint of it drop, the more he wanted to know what it was.

      ‘Ellie…’

      He pushed one long-fingered hand through his ebony hair, raking it back from his face with a sigh.

      ‘I’ve been driving for hours and I really could murder for a coffee.’

      He did look tired, Ellie admitted to herself reluctantly. Typical Morgan. When he was working, or concentrating on anything, he forgot about minor practicalities like food or drink.

      ‘What are you afraid of if you stay?’ Morgan questioned softly.

      ‘Nothing.’ It didn’t sound at all convincing. ‘What on earth makes you think that I’m afraid?’

      That was better. She might even believe herself now. But she knew only too well what she was afraid of—and with good reason. She just couldn’t bring herself to admit it.

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