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    His child, he had said…
    Yes, she was carrying his child. The baby was hers too, of course, but she knew him well enough to realise he wouldn’t just stand by and ignore his own child.
    Although, as he seemed to have guessed, that hadn’t prevented Andie wanting to stop him from having that knowledge for as long as possible. Which was what she was doing in Majorca in the first place.
    It had started out as a germ of an idea, a need for a complete—if temporary!—break, away from the emotional pressures being brought to bear concerning her pregnancy. With no magazine to go to each weekday, and her father’s attention thankfully occupied elsewhere, it hadn’t been too difficult to make the move to the Majorcan sunshine for a few weeks. To put off, for a short time longer, the confrontation that now seemed to have come to her…
    How had she ever got herself into this mess?
    Ah, yes…she remembered now. It had begun, quite innocently, with an invitation to attend a party as Adam Munroe’s partner. She gave a rueful smile as she remembered teasing him about the unexpected invitation…
    â€˜Don’t tell me the eligible Adam Munroe has been stoodup?’ she taunted at the twenty-four hours’ notice he had given her.
    He shook his head unconcernedly. ‘I was actually going to attend alone,’ he drawled. ‘But then I thought you might find it rather fun.’
    â€˜Run out of ambitious young actresses just longing to be seen on the arm of the influential film producer Adam Munroe?’ Andie looked up from her desk to venture.
    Adam grinned unabashedly, perched on the side of her desk. ‘Tired of their unsubtle machinations,’ he revealed. ‘At least I know you don’t have any ambitions to become an actress!’
    Andie had to smile. ‘Not the most charming invitation I’ve ever received!’
    â€˜But you’ll come anyway?’
    Why not? Her social calendar wasn’t exactly overflowing with invitations. From choice, she acknowledged. No man, she had learnt through dating over the years, could in any way measure up to the man she was already in love with. The man who, for reasons of his own, was inviting her to spend tomorrow evening with him…
    She looked up at Adam with searching eyes. What was it about this man that held her so enthralled? Oh, he was handsome enough, but then so were a lot of other men she had met. Adam could be incredibly charming too—but that wasn’t unique, either. No, she had no idea why it should be this man she loved; she only knew that she did. That she always had.
    And the temptation to spend an evening in his company was just too great to refuse…
    â€˜Okay, Adam,’ she decided firmly—before she could have second thoughts about the prudence of going out with him at all. ‘What time shall I be ready? And what do you want me to wear?’
    â€˜Eight o’clock.’ He smiled his pleasure in her acquiescence. ‘And I wouldn’t presume to tell you what you should wear.’
    Andie gave a wry smile. ‘It’s never stopped you before!’ she clearly remembered one occasion, that of her eighteenth birthday, when Adam had been less than polite concerning the figure-hugging red dress she had been wearing!
    He continued to grin. ‘Maybe I’m getting more circumspect in my old age,’ he drawled.
    Andie quirked one mocking brow. ‘I doubt that very much. Okay, Adam, I’ll use my own judgement,’ she assured him.
    And she did, the knee-length shimmering silver dress clinging lovingly to every curve of her body, the low neckline revealing a tempting expanse of creamy breasts. Her blonde hair she left loose down the length of her spine, silver lights reflecting from the dress, her jewellery of chunky gold earrings and bracelet, giving her a delicacy that was refuted by the teasing mischief lurking in her deep green gaze.
    Adam,