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She blinked a few times and took a deep breath as a wave of nausea threatened ‘I hopelike that’

The words were out before she could stop the with the hint that his had been far from filled with love and happiness

‘Then ant the sas, Lisa A happy home for our child’

She turned fro as questions cascaded over her like a torrent of floodwater He ive thee for their child, but how could that be when she knew he didn’t love her and, worse, that he didn’t want to be loved?

The heels of her boots ly aware of his gaze following her, taking in every move she made, as if he could read every question, every doubt she had and was preparing his answers, his arguments

She turned and looked at hiive a child that’

He walked toward her, long strides that brought him far too close to her ‘We owe it to our child to try’

Her heart ached He’d said nothing about them She shook her head slowly ‘No, Max’

He touched her cheek, the palm of his hand warood once, Lisa, soether and created a child—our child’

Her heart thu to love and to her dis her

‘That passion is still there, is it not?’ Her eyes flew open, not because of the heavy accent of his words, which reminded her of those intimate moments when she could easily fool herself that he loved her, but because of what he considered to be between them

‘Passion isn’t enough’ Her hot retort did little to deflect the charm that this man was renowned for

‘But it’s so’

She looked away, desperate to break the heady contact of his dark eyes Beyond the sh theand out over London lying beneath dark heavy clouds She was about to turn back to hiht, when papers on his desk caught her attention