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Chase didn't think his stonificent skyline, or his chilled skin His i an unpleasant picture of Dia's sister A duplicate of the shark in heels, he thought Gritty Clinical enough to breed her baby in a doctor's office

A rap on the door sounded, and Chase turned as the secretary pushed open the heavy wood, then stepped aside

Chase's brows rose high on his forehead as a very pregnant woes were instantly destroyed as she see her Not a brief touch of cheeks, but a real, loving hug The te the room And Chase couldn't take his eyes off her or her rounded tuaze to her face He noticed the small straw hat first, the rolled bri black hair tucked behind and falling down her back Her obviously pregnant body was clothed in a flowing crea ar nothing Bet she never strapped herself into suits and heels, he thought, pleased and wary His gaze is as if whether or not she wore high heels would s and shoes that looked more like ballet slippers Even her feet were delicate

Tessa Lightfoot was femininity at its finest And he was sunk

Hoas he supposed to fight this? This ethereal ie of motherhood

She sht half of it, her face turned away as her counsel introduced her to his Tigh flashed her his easy grin, then offered her a chair, and she sat, clutching her tiny beaded handbag on her lap before she finally twisted a look at him

Chase nodded

Tessa nodded

The air between theed with defiance before Tessa turned back to Dia, taking a cal breath Oh, lord Did he have to be so handso for? she wondered as his lawyer gestured to an e in it He adjusted his tie and let his gaze creep across the table and up to her face She could feel it, like a fingertip under her chin, and she fought the urge to look at hiaze locked on Dia

Her lawyer racked papers and addressed Tigh "Miss Lightfoot wants to knohat rights you believe you're entitled to"

"I don't believe I am, I know"

Tessa looked at hied in those vivid green eyes

"Miss Lightfoot feels this is the clinic's problem"