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She toyed with the hairs on his chest, a smile curving her lips. "Well, weren't you lucky that you were the chosen?"

He chuckled, fingers curling into the thick coils of her hair.

"I was lucky, until what I thought was lust turned into something more. And it pissed me off. There I was, mad at the world and grieving, and to make things worse, I was into you big time. I had to pretend like hell that I wanted nothing permanent. My life was for crap at the time, and settling down and falling in love was the last thing I needed, until you."

He tugged at her hair and bent to rub his lips on hers. "You broke my heart in two."

"And yet, here we are now." She was breathless.

He could do that to her. Make her want him with a fire that could not be quenched.

"Married and in love." She skimmed her fingers over his jaw.

"I want children with you, and that's a small miracle compared to how I felt even a few months ago. I want to feel your child growing inside me, Craig. I want that very much."

His eyes darkened, and he was not surprised to feel himself hardening.

"We should wait-"

"I don't care about waiting." She rolled over and straddled him.

"Not anymore."

"In that case-" He settled her securely, her heat surrounding him and making him yearn. "Let's get started."

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"You're not dying."

"It's a goddamned miracle. I wanted to tell you the good news right away."

"You lied to me. Manipulated me so that I would bend to your will. You had your goddamned lawyer and doctor in on this."

Craig had to tamp down the awful rage boiling up inside him. They had been back a day.

He was still riding on the happiness from the trip, and now this.

"You pretended to be dying. You son of a bitch. You miserable excuse for a human being. Who does that?"

"I had to do something." Cecil told himself he was right, that he had every right to do anything to get him back home.

And besides, the boy looked happy, didn't he? Especially since they came back from their trip.

He had used underhanded methods, but it worked.

"And you should be thanking me. Look at what you achieved."

He waved a hand at the silent Regina. "A beautiful woman who loves you."

"You dare to justify what you did?"

"I wanted my grandson back!" He thumped his cane on the floor.

"Any means necessary. You were pissing away your life."

"My life." Craig slapped a hand on his chest.

"Mine to do with as I please. How dare you try and control me in that despicable manner? No." He shook off his wife's hand.