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for one.
    He didn't quite know how he hoped to accomplish it, but he still wished with all his heart that Michaela could be the mother of his first great-grandchild.
     
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    The Scotch made her sleepy and didn't help her thinking. Usually a single glass wouldn't have affected her this way but she'd had more than one. And on an empty stomach. She'd been too depressed to eat dinner.
    This is ridiculous.
    Michaela thought of getting a room—she could afford it—and requesting a wake up call in time to call in sick for work. She wandered over to the large bed and sat down, trying to collect her thoughts.
    You're going to end up one of those little old ladies with her hair in a bun, with a hundred cats and a rocking chair on the front porch.
    She laughed at the idea but bit her lip against the strong flood of emotion.
    All alone...
    It was a frightening thought. She lay down on the king-sized bed and put her head on one of the pillows. She'd rest for just a moment. Ten minutes. Until her head cleared. She took off her suit jacket and draped it over the back of one of the chairs by the bed. Reaching up, she switched off the bedside lamp and the room was plunged into darkness.
    Within seconds, she fell into a dark, dreamless sleep.

CHAPTER THREE
    He'd had enough to drink at the downstairs bar that he didn't notice the pair of elegant pumps in the suite's living room. Nor did he bother to check to see if the legal documents on the table had been signed.
    Cameron Black was in a foul, highly emotional mood, and was now simply determined to get the matter at hand accomplished.
    Impregnation.
    Cold and clinical. What Julian wanted. Perhaps it was for the best. Maybe his grandfather was right, pushing him in the direction of a commitment he wasn't sure he would've ever been up to making on his own. Deep in his heart, Cameron had always known he had no desire for a superficial relationship.
    Then why have you had so many of them?
    He smiled then, a bitter, highly sardonic smile. What foolish dreams he'd had. Boy's dreams. He'd dreamed of a grand passion, a love powerful enough to sweep away all obstacles.
    The time he'd spent participating in the battle of the sexes had convinced him that such a relationship didn't exist, not for him. The woman who could've conquered the darkness in his soul hadn't been born.
    Impregnation.
    Something he was probably quite good at. God knows, he'd had more than enough practice. It probably wouldn't take more than a couple of tries, what with Nancy being as healthy and robust as she was.
    He hesitated at the door of the master bedroom, placing his hand against the wall to steady himself.
    Not too drunk, he decided. Just enough to get the job done. He'd surprised himself downstairs, wishing fervently that it could've been any other way. And why had his mind played such tricks with him, continually conjuring up Michaela's image?
    A night of sensual pleasure with a desirable woman was one thing. A night in which the objective was to conceive another human life put an entirely different slant on the proceedings. As he'd never attempted to consciously father a child before, the feelings that were flooding him were foreign. Almost frightening.
    It shouldn't have to be this way.
    But it had to be. Cameron laughed softly, the sound bitter. Damn Julian, but he'd even been right about Michaela. They would've made a good match but his grandfather's ridiculous demands for a child made their relationship impossible.
    Michaela's demands made their relationship impossible. She wanted love and he'd decided long ago that he didn't have any more left to give. It had all been burned out of him, so long ago.
    He didn't have to follow Jules's directive. He knew that. He didn't need the money and he'd never been afraid of his grandfather. It was just that the old man had done so much for him, given him so much. Was it too much to ask for a great-grandchild?
    A small, precious piece of immortality.
    Cameron closed his