Wanted by Her Lost Love

“It’s awfully…clingy,” she said. “I’d look elevenmonths’ pregnant in it.”“I love your belly,” he said in an ultrasexy voice thatsent shivers down her spine. “I love that this showsthe world you’re pregnant with my baby. You’ll lookgorgeous. Wear it for me.”There wasn’t a woman alive who could refuse arequest like that. She nodded silently, her heartaching all the while.He laid the dress carefully on the bed and thenbent down to kiss her once more.“I’ll leave you to get ready. The driver will be herefor us in an hour.”She clung to him a little longer than wasnecessary but he didn’t seem to mind. He touchedher cheek as he pulled away and then walked towardthe bathroom, loosening his tie as he went.She stared at the dress. It was a fabulouscreation. And it would definitely highlight herpregnancy, something Ryan seemed very keen on.She closed her eyes. He forgave her. She wantedto weep.It should be her who had to offer forgiveness. Nothim.