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“I’ve got to go. Look into the Colorado angle and keep me posted.”
    “Yes, sir.” Nelson yawned again.
    “Missing your beauty sleep? It’s a little early for you to be hitting the sheets.”
    “It would be...if I was sleeping alone.”
    Troy grinned. “Carry on, Gunny.”
    When Olivia made the call to her parents, it might be smart for him to talk to them, as well. Kruger was something of a legend in CIA circles, and her mom and dad had been part of that inner circle for years. They might have useful advice.
    He crossed the sitting room and tapped on the closed bedroom door. “Is it okay for me to come in?”
    “Sure thing.”
    He pushed open the door and stopped dead in his tracks. She’d changed from her hospital scrubs to a long, cream-colored, cotton nightgown with lace and satin ribbons around a neckline that was low enough to showcase her full breasts. The light fabric draped gently over her rounded body. Her golden hair cascaded around her shoulders. She looked like a goddess.
    “I thought I’d get changed,” she said, “before I made the phone call.”
    Struck dumb by the abundance of her beauty, he could only stare and nod. This was his woman. She was carrying his child.
    She frowned. “What’s wrong?”
    “Not a thing.” He swallowed hard. “You’re stunning.”
    “No need to worry,” she joked. “I promise not to knock you over with my giant belly.”
    “I like the bulge. I like the whole package.”
    “It’s a pretty nightgown. It was a gift from one of my baby showers. I’ve had four. I guess that’s a benefit of being a midwife. Most of the people I know have recently given birth.” She swept across the room, majestic as the QEII. At the desk near the window, she picked up her cell phone. “I should probably make this call.”
    “When you’re done, I’d like to speak with your dad.”
    “Why?”
    If circumstances had been different, he would have met her father before he’d asked for her hand in marriage. “The terrorist cell my team is investigating has a CIA crossover. Your dad might have intel I can use.”
    “Let me get this straight. You want to talk to my dad about spy stuff?”
    “He’s a source.”
    “I hadn’t planned for you to meet my family.” She lowered herself into a padded chair beside the desk. “Certainly not like this.”
    Though he’d prefer to keep his phone conversation with her father on the level of an intelligence briefing, they couldn’t ignore the personal. He and Richard Laughton had more in common than their occupations. “How much have you told them about me?”
    Avoiding his gaze, she stared at the phone in her hand. “They know that you proposed and that I turned you down.”
    “Did you give them a reason?”
    “I tried.” She shook her head. “I told them pretty much the same thing I told you. You’re a great guy, but we don’t have a relationship. And I’m not interested in being married to someone who’s always traveling and putting himself in danger on a regular basis.”
    “What if my career was different?”
    She shot him a questioning glance. “Different in what way?”
    “What if I wasn’t in the field?”
    “But you love your work.” She rose to her feet and stalked toward him. “Please don’t tell me that you’ve resigned from special ops.”
    He gave her a weak grin. “Surprise.”
    “No way. I won’t let you quit doing something you love because of me and the baby. That’s the worst way to start a relationship. You’d blame me for ruining your life.”
    He hadn’t been expecting her to turn handsprings, but he didn’t think she’d be outright hostile. Damn it, this was his decision. His life. “You know, Olivia, not everything is about you.”
    A knock at the front door to their suite interrupted any further explanation. A voice called out, “Room service.”
    Before he left the bedroom, Troy drew his gun. “I’ll deal with this. You stay here and make your phone call.”
    He went to the