good. I’ve been unable to find a clinic for the…the artificial, um, you know.” She placed a cool palm on her flaming hot cheek. If it was possible to die from embarrassment, she’d be a goner for sure.
“I’m not following you, Miss Haden,” Liam said. She heard papers shuffling in the background. “I’ll have the contract drawn up.”
“Artificial insemination,” Abby blurted out.
“Artificial insemination?” He sounded taken aback. “I hadn’t considered any such thing.”
Abby frowned in confusion. “How else are we going to get me pregnant?”
Liam’s laughter echoed through the phone. Rich and throaty, it sent a hot tingle down Abby’s spine. Goose bumps broke out over her skin.
“Miss Haden, there are such pleasurable ways of making a baby that are quite successful,” he said, his voice dropping to a deep rumble over the phone. Abby took a shuddering breath as it did obscene things to her insides. His tone returned to its more business-like manner. “I have a cabin in Aspen. As soon as your cycle is at the most likely time for you to conceive we’ll fly up there for a week,” he said. “AI would take too much time,” he added.
“I-I didn’t plan on that,” Abby stuttered, her mind reeling. Sex hadn’t been in the equation when she’d made her decision. Sex? With Liam? Oh my God. Her heart kicked into overdrive. “Look, Mr. Whitmore—”
“I’ll set up an appointment with my physician for STD tests. Can you be there tomorrow afternoon by, say…” He paused briefly. “Three-thirty?”
“Mr. Whitmore, I—”
“Do you know when you’ll most likely ovulate again?”
Abby blinked, she was being steamrolled.
“Miss Haden, it’s a simple question. I need to know.”
She looked at her calendar, she’d already figured up the days in case she’d gotten an appointment at one of the clinics she called. “Um, next week, but listen—”
Liam pushed on. “I’ll have everything set up. We can leave for Aspen late Sunday evening. My personal assistant will be in touch tomorrow morning to give you directions to my physician’s office.”
“Mr. Whitmore, there’s no way I can get off work for a week on such short notice. It’s Tuesday,” she insisted, trying to backpedal.
“It’s taken care of. Don’t worry, Abigail,” he said.
The sound of her given name rolling off his tongue caught her off guard. It stopped her next objection dead in its tracks.
“What’s your contact number?” he asked.
Abby gave him her cellphone number.
After a quick ‘thank you’ Liam hung up, leaving Abby in a bit of a stupor. His driven personality explained his business success, as well as the rumored success he had with women. He was a raging river and she had been helplessly swept along in its current.
Chapter 5
Liam shook his head. Artificial insemination? The idea hadn’t occurred to him or the idea that Abigail would want to go that route. He frowned. She was an attractive woman, and one he wouldn’t mind spending a few nights with in bed, but maybe he wasn’t her type? Liam rubbed his hand over his jaw. Regardless, they’d have to make the old-fashioned way of reproduction work for them. He had a few tricks up his sleeve if she needed persuasion.
Unless, of course, she was more his assistant’s type, which he hoped to God wasn’t the case.
A quick knock sounded at his office door. Charity poked her head inside.
“The meeting is about to start, Liam,” she said.
“Give me another minute or two.”
Gathering paperwork in a bundle, he prepared to go do what he did best—take over another failing company. Gingerbay was a struggling family-run manufacturing business ready to collapse under its own poor financial management. Anthony Jones was a stubborn man, unwilling to turn over the company named after his late wife Ginger. After speaking with Gingerbay’s lenders and using his pull, Liam now had the upper hand in negotiations. The business’s