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run one-thousand tests designed to ferret out the truth about her baby’s paternity. He also wanted to move Pride in with him and his wife so he could be sure she was well-cared for.
    Pride wondered momentarily what Morgan would say if he met Johnny. She smiled. Morgan would probably claim the child right away, regardless of what Flynn said. Morgan was that kind of man.
    That was beside the fact that Morgan and Bettricia Sutherland loved children, and Flynn was their only child. They’d had no hope of grandchildren … or so they thought.
    “What are you smiling about?” Flynn studied her as well as he could while driving.
    Pride decided to forget showing Morgan Sutherland her son. It was Flynn’s place to tell his parents about their grandchild.
    “I was remembering the way you were always fighting with your father over how the company should be run,” she said. “Now that you’ve left, your life must be boring.”
    “Actually, Dad respects my opinion now that I’m a self-employed consultant. So long as I was a part of the company, I was a yes-man as far as he was concerned.”
    “Even though you spent very little time saying yes?”
    Flynn laughed and agreed. He began telling her about how he finally decided to leave Sutherland Investments and strike out on his own, and Pride enjoyed listening.
    Why shouldn’t she? she asked inwardly. After this night, she’d probably never see Flynn Sutherland socially again.
    Incredibly, Flynn had other ideas.
    “I’d like to take you out in the boat tomorrow afternoon,” he said. “Do you think Gloria and the children would enjoy it?”
    Pride turned her incredulous gaze toward him and wondered what on earth had gotten into Flynn. “Of course they’d enjoy it. The real question is, are you sane?”
    He grinned. “Why do you say that?”
    “Because you’ve obviously lost your mind. Have you any idea what it’s like to have four children below the age of five together on a boat? Together, period? When did you get so fascinated by children?”
    Flynn drove in silence a moment. That silence confirmed her deduction. In the past three years, Flynn had been examining the idea of having children and found it pleasant.
    “Since you told me you were pregnant,” he said, at last. “Before then, children hadn’t entered into my plans. I grew up knowing I couldn’t have any of my own, so I put it out of my mind and planned to adopt at some point in the distant future.”
    “You aren’t sterile, Flynn,” she said, with extreme patience. “I suspect you have a low sperm count. That is not the same as sterile. Remember the basic premise of human biology. All it takes is one sperm and one egg.”
    “The doctors all said I was sterile,” Flynn said, in the adamant tones that brooked no argument. “Do you think I wanted to believe you had another lover? It nearly killed me.”
    Pride had run out of patience with this statement. “I’m glad to hear that, because it was pretty devastating to me, too.”
    “Don’t bother lying to me at this late date.”
    “Well, when you find out his identity, please tell me.”
    The days for letting him make her angry with that accusation were over. She had long ago forced herself to recognize that if he refused to see the truth, there was no way she was going to make him. She counted to ten, breathed deeply, and dug her nails into her palms until she almost believed herself calm.
    “I never found out who he was,” Flynn said, in grim tones. “I’ll say this for you. You covered your tracks well.”
    Astonished, Pride turned her head to stare at him a moment. He still sounded absolutely furious. It might have happened yesterday as far as Flynn was concerned.
    Somehow, knowing he still felt hurt and angry gave Pride hope. Perhaps he would work his way toward the truth.
    On the other hand, she reminded herself, the truth might make no difference to Flynn. She had no business hoping Flynn would love her again.
    She drew in a deep