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Theirs had been an unlikely friendship of opposites-classic Claire with all her pretty lace, and he with his flannel, rough-around-the-edges ways. The slap and crash of waves against the shore filled the silence while Claire shimmied into her underwear. “I feel compelled to point out that it’s one I snagged from your bedside table-” he tugged on his jeans “-since we’d used up mine.” “That’s the last time you get to supply birth control.” “Good point.” She dodged the cooler, leaning over the seat, which displayed a flash of tempting flesh before she straightened, her lacy bra and panties in hand. “Don’t you think I would know if I had a hook in it?”
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“Jeez, Claire.” Vic clasped her shoulders, her soft scented skin sending a fresh jolt of heat through him. “Are you sure you didn’t catch the condom on a hook or something?” She untangled a gelatinous lure and flicked it onto the tackle box. He couldn’t let himself think about threading his hands through her silky strands as he held her curvy body against his or he would lose his focus. “Be still, will ya? You’re going to tip us over.”Ĭlaire puffed a breath of air upward, blowing away a lank lock dangling in her face, puffed again, then finally combed shaking fingers through her tousled caramel-colored hair. “Well, lady, tonight we two idiots just blew those stats right out of the water-as it were.” Vic gripped the steel rim of the bass boat, the plastic fishing chair chilling his skin.
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“I know they only have a ninety-six percent reliability factor, but that four percent encompasses idiots who don’t know how to use the things.” “There’s absolutely no way it should have broken.” Panic pitching her voice higher, breathier, Claire snatched her dress from beside her feet and clutched it to her bare breasts he wanted to unveil and kiss all over again. “Exactly what I said.” He swiped a wrist across his forehead, flinging aside sweat in spite of the forty-degree weather of a southern January evening. He shoved aside images of pigtails, Barbie dolls-funeral wreaths.
Years of veterinary practice had prepped him for hostile horses and spitting-mad cats, but at the moment he felt damned unprepared to cope with Claire McDermott and a possible pregnancy.Ĭoping with memories of the daughter he’d lost proved even tougher. Lifting her off and to the side, Vic squinted in the darkness to see his friend of six months and lover of three days. The steamy gust stirred a fire down south when he should have been long past recovery after their weekend of marathon sex. “What do you mean, it broke?” Claire’s horrified whisper steamed over his chest as they sat tangled together.
This wasn’t supposed to happen to two over-thirty adults. But what was the mannerly way to tell the naked woman straddling his lap that their birth control had suffered a catastrophic failure? The second the stunned words fell out of Vic Jansen’s mouth he wanted to recall them for something more composed. To Melissa Jeglinski-a gifted editor, a wonderful person and a treasured friend. His heart was closed and not even Claire, and her undeniable beauty, would change his mind. But Claire's demand for an emotional union wasn't something he could allow. But she wanted more than just an honorable response from the man who once - who still - ignited her passion.After he discovered the truth, nothing was keeping Vic from his child…or the woman who continued to haunt his dreams. She knew if she told him, he'd offer marriage. FROM WEEKEND AFFAIR TO NINE-MONTH COMMITMENTThree months after a whirlwind affair, Claire McDermott discovered she was carrying Vic Jansen's child.
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