Millionaire Mavericks. Jennifer LewisЧитать онлайн книгу.

      He had no idea what she was going to say, but he had the feeling he wasn’t going to like it. “What?”

      She hesitated, lip wedged between her teeth. Then she said, “About the baby…”

      “What about it?”

      “I thought you should know…”

      She looked so nervous, he started to worry something was really wrong. “What are you trying to say?”

      After another pause she finally said, “I just wanted to say thank you for coming with me today. For being a part of this.”

      And here he’d thought it had been something important. Half a dozen snarky comebacks were just dying to jump out, but instead he said simply, “You’re welcome. Now, we better get inside and get ready or we’ll be late for dinner. I get the distinct feeling your father isn’t one to tolerate tardiness.”

      She smiled and nodded. “That’s a fairly accurate assumption. I love my father, but to be honest, the sooner this evening is over and he flies back to D.C., the better, as far as I’m concerned.”

      Well, that was one thing they could agree on. So, why did he get the feeling there was something else? Something she wasn’t telling him?