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‘Like what?’

‘If I kneouldn’t have to ask You don’t tellon in your head’ Frustration was building in his voice, and those hands she loved on her body were tightening their grip on his hips

‘Until last week I always dealt with proble ‘I a you on my side, in my life’

‘Proble doubts?’ Conor demanded

‘No,’ she shouted, too fast and too loud ‘No,’ she repeated at lower decibels At least she didn’t think so

He continued to look at her as though searching for soood and that he found it Finally he returned to unpacking the shopping ‘Guess we’re still on for steak, then’

Tamara’s heart cracked They’d had their first row A very short one, but she felt terrible This was Conor, the father of her baby, the man who’d stepped up to his responsibilities without a blink, including asking her toin love with—if only she’d relax and believe in herself Standing behind him, she slipped her arms around his waist and laid her face between his shoulder blades ‘I’m sorry’

Turning in her ar ‘Me, too, Ta so used to, isn’t it?’

She nodded ‘Yeah’

‘All I ask is don’t shut me out, okay?’

‘Okay’ She stared at him ‘You don’t think you’ve rushed the proposal?’

‘Definitely not It’s what I want I’ve never been so happy,’ he said gruffly ‘I’ you are too’

‘It’s tio so how much he meant to her No one else had access to her home, not even Kelli

‘If you’re sure?’ A slow s over his mouth, like a slow burn

‘Absolutely’ She trusted hiet the rest sorted out

Conor flicked the cap off a beer ‘We haven’t discussed naot any in mind?’

She had an idea, but hoped she wasn’t opening up trouble ‘What was your brother’s name?’

Whack His hand landed on his chest ‘Sebastian’

‘And your dad’s?’ Might as well go for broke

‘Sebastian’

That reed ‘Then our boy’s called Sebastian’ She s he’d accept her idea ‘Or Sebastian Sebastian Maguire’

The air whooshed across his lips and his eyes lit up with joy, then excessrapidly ‘Thanks,’ hehis lips on hers

‘No problem at all’ Now, that had been a lot easier than she’d expected, thinking Conor htn’t want a daily reet to know hihly

CHAPTER ELEVEN

A WOMAN’S SCREAM rent the air of the e the hairs on Conor’s skin Mam? But of course it wasn’t Dad and Sebastian had died in another lifetime, another country

Ta a sobbing wolanced across at him, her face so sad it hurt him before she refocused on the woman

‘Damn, but I love you, Tamara’

What? His chair scraped the floor as he leapt to his feet I do?

Yep, buster, you do Lock, stock and every damned curve of her

She couldn’t have heard his whisper, but he was receiving another glance from those brown eyes and a small, intimate smile as she turned back to the patient she ith

Conor sank back onto his chair, watching her He’d gone and fallen in love despite doing his daet Taht And then she’d added a baby to theHe was hooked