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her senses. He had a small nick on his jaw from shaving, and she longed to kiss it, or to lay her palm on his cheek. His hair was still a little wet from his shower, the dampness beckoning her to tread her fingers through it and capture the last bit of moisture between her fingertips as she cradled his head and urged his lips to hers.
    She longed to grab the wonder of what they'd shared not so long, yet forever, ago, to make this perfect moment even more perfect. The niggling concerns, the horrible possibility that his need wasn't really for her but for the baby he wanted or that she simply made up for his great loss—no, she wouldn't think of any of that. She would concentrate on remembering the pulse of his arousal, the hum of mutual desire... and not consider that it could have been no more than a normal male reaction to any female after what she suspected had been a long period of celibacy.
    No, she wouldn't let those possibilities steal her joy. What she had now was so much more than she'd ever dreamed possible.
    "You are calling an obstetrician today, aren't you?" His lingering glance at her belly made her think he wanted to touch it. "I'm getting worried since you haven't seen one in almost a month. Take much longer and I'll call," he warned.
    "I've already made an appointment with Dr. Laurentz. I understand she's very good."
    "How good is she? I want only the best for you and the baby."
    "Good enough to deliver another Taylor into the world, and that's good enough for me."
    At the mention of her last name, Myles's jaw tensed. "Faith, I... there's something I want to talk to you about."
    "Anything, Myles. What is it?"
    "I..."He plowed a hand through his hair, mussing it provocatively. "You don't mind if I come along when you go, do you?"
    The warmest sensation filled her heart.
    "Mind?" She felt as though sunshine spread up from her toes. "I wouldn't mind at all. In fact I'd like it very much."
    "Then that's settled." Myles returned her smile and he seemed hesitant to break the spell. Then he hooked a finger through his mug and took another swig of coffee. "Faith, there's something else we need to talk about."
    "Yes, Myles?" she said, finding this domestic morning banter very appealing.
    "It's just that... what else do you have planned today?"
    "I have a few places for lease circled in the want ads. Since you said it might take a while to find a good house, I thought I should get right on it."
    "I'd rather you let me go along."
    "You would?" Could it be that he would miss her? She wasn't above fishing to find out. "You're not worried that I'll get lost, are you?"
    "Of course not. You pretty much know what areas to avoid, since you grew up around here. It's just that I want to have a say about where the baby's going to live."
    "Oh. Of course, the baby." Not me. She found herself fighting the ridiculous impulse to cry.
    Myles reached for his briefcase. At the door he stopped.
    "I don't want to be a bother or anything, but if you have the time, would you mind calling the dry cleaner's and asking them to pick up a few suits I left on my bed?"
    A vision of Myles's bed—the bed he'd shared with her sister that was now big, empty, and somehow haunting—flashed through her mind.
    Oh, to share a bed with Myles, how she wanted it. But not that bed. Never that bed.
    "Sure," she said with feigned brightness. "I'd be happy to. In fact I need to get out anyway for some supplies, so I'll just drop them off myself."
    "Are you sure you should be driving?"
    "Of course. I'm just a little over four months."
    "Okay, but be extra careful. And don't work too hard."
    "I know." She sighed, then forced a smile to disguise her disappointment. "You're worried about the baby."
    "About you, too, Faith. And by the way, did I mention that you do a lot for that bathrobe?"
    As he exited the room, Myles took in the pleased expression on her face and held on to it, knowing it would help him face another grueling day. That Faith believed in him and