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CHAPTER ONE

CLAUDIA-JEAN NICHOLLS STOOD on tiptoe, stretching as high as she could to the top shelf ‘Nope’ She relaxed back with a sigh and rubbed the large baby bump ‘It may help, little one, if you didn’t continue to stabMummy a break?’ She stepped back to look at the ite ‘Why didn’t I wear my platform shoes?’

‘Do they h?’

CJ turned to look at the owner of the deep voice but all she saas a firm chest beneath a navy polo shirt She lifted her chin to rin on his lips ‘Are you teasing ht and jovial When you lived in a small country town, it was almost second nature to have a chat with anyone you er

He shook his head, his grin widening ‘Not at all Merely posing a question’

‘Well, to answer your question, no, I don’t think they do’ Her own smile increased and she pointed to the ite ’ She placed a hand on her belly ‘There are a few at the back but how they expect et them in my condition is beyond me I should demand a step stool for every aisle’

‘Or enlist the help of a tall friend every ti,’ he offered ‘A safer option to platform shoes and step stools, especially in your condition’ He quickly obliged, obtaining the coffee for her ‘How tall are you?’

‘Five feet, two inches tall and thirty-five weeks wide’ CJ chuckled at her own joke as she placed the coffee beans into her disorganised grocery trolley ‘Thank you for your help’

‘You’re more than welcome’

With another smile in his direction, she pushed her trolley a little further down the aisle, looking for the next ite her and when she looked over her shoulder, altails, she saw hi down the otherwise e?’

‘Er…no’ He looked up at the sign above theht’

‘I know’