Wanted by Her Lost Love

Before he could react, stand, say anything, furyturned those blue orbs ice-cold. Her delicatefeatures tightened and he could see her jaw clenchfrom where he sat.What the hell did she have to be so angry about?Her fingers curled into tight balls at her sides,almost as if she’d love nothing better than to deckhim. Then, without a word, she turned and stalkedtoward the kitchen, disappearing behind theswinging door.His eyes narrowed. Okay, that hadn’t gone ashe’d imagined. He wasn’t sure what he’d expected.A weeping apology? A plea to take her back? Hedamn sure hadn’t expected to find her heavilypregnant, waiting tables in a dive more suited to ahigh school dropout than someone who was well onher way to graduating with honors from university asKelly had been.Pregnant. He took a deep, steadying breath. Justhow pregnant was she? She had to be at leastseven months. Maybe more.Dread took hold of his throat and squeezed untilhis nostrils twitched with the effort of drawing air.