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“Okay,” he said, and told himself things would be different in two weeks. She would be his wife.
     
    The following morning, Kate greeted the day with a trip to the bathroom for her regular bout of morning sickness. Her hands trembled as she turned on the water faucet to splash her face and drink water. She would be so glad when she got through this stage of pregnancy. Patting her hand over her flat tummy, she could almost think the baby was her imagination if not for her telltale nausea.
    The night she’d shared with Michael could have been a dream. Her wedding, however, was coming at her with the speed of an oncoming train. Her mother had already called to chat about plans. Katescowled into the mirror. Perhaps that had contributed to her nausea.
    She opened the bathroom door to Michael. Surprised, she muffled a squeak. “When did you come in?”
    “Long enough ago to know you’re sick,” he said, concern darkening his eyes. “I’ll take you to the doctor.”
    She shook her head. “No. It’s just morning sickness.”
    “Can’t the doctor give you something?”
    She shook her head more emphatically. “A lot of medicines aren’t good for the baby. I don’t want to risk it.”
    “How often does this happen?”
    “This is how Cupcake wakes me up every morning,” she said with a weak chuckle and headed for the kitchen.
    His frown deepened. “How long will it last?”
    “The doctor didn’t offer any guarantees.” She lifted crossed fingers. “But it could be gone in four weeks.”
    “Four weeks,” he said appalled. “Are you sure you shouldn’t see the doctor? I don’t like the way you look.”
    She fought a wave of self-consciousness. “I could take offense at that, but since you helped get me into this state, you are partly responsible.” She opened her cabinet and pulled out a half-empty boxof soda crackers. “Besides, you could have called first or knocked. How did you get in anyway?”
    “I picked your lock,” he said. When she stared at him in inquiry, he added, “When you didn’t answer, I thought I should check on you in case anything was wrong.”
    She felt him watch her set crackers, a glass of club soda, and a prenatal vitamin on the counter. “What is this?”
    “Breakfast,” she said and sat down on a bar stool to nibble at a cracker.
    “This is no breakfast for a woman who’s pregnant. You should be eating fruit or cereal, pancakes, eggs.”
    Kate blanched. “My objective is to eat something that will stay down,” she said, then switched focus. “What brings you here so early?”
    “Oh yeah,” he said as if she’d reminded him. “I got something for you yesterday and forgot to give it to you last night.”
    Wary, she looked at him. “This isn’t another financial recap or trust fund or—” She gulped when he placed a jeweler’s box on the counter in front of her.
    “No,” he said. “You may need to get it sized, but the jeweler assured me he’d be happy to do it while you wait.”
    She stared at the box and struggled with a myriad of emotions. If she opened it, then her engagement to Michael would be more real, even though in her heart it still felt like a farce.
    “Open it,” he said.
    Kate felt a lump rise in her throat.
    “Kate, it won’t bite. Okay, I’ll open it,” he said, flipping the box open.
    Kate gasped at the size. “Omigod. It’s so—” she blinked “—big.” She looked up at him. “Why did you get such a big one?”
    “I’m told that no matter what women say, size matters,” he said, his gaze falling over her intimately. “With diamonds and other things.”
    Kate felt her cheeks heat. She would never forget that Michael had been an incredible lover. He had left her with the sensation of being thoroughly taken, yet incredibly satisfied. She resisted the urge to fan her cheeks and cleared her throat. “I was talking about the diamond in the ring.”
    “Do you think it’s pretty?”
    She moved her head in a circle. “In a big