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her arm and rubbed gently. “This is just a precaution, Willa.”
He added the last part as if he expected her to challenge him, but Willa had no intentions of doing that.
She nodded. “I need to go to the bathroom, but once you have the camera set up, we can go back to the car.”
It wouldn’t be comfortable, but she still might be able to sleep there. Her fatigue was past the bone-weary stage, and she had no choice but to rest.
Willa took her toiletries from her bag so she could brush her teeth and take her prenatal vitamin. She also used the bathroom and hoped she wouldn’t have to make too many treks back into the house because of her pregnancy bladder.
When she came back into the living room, Brandon had lowered all the blinds in the house and was setting up the tiny golf-ball-size camera in the front window. Since it was so small and white, it blended right into the window sill.
“There’s a camera in the kitchen,” he explained, “and the front bedroom. I’ll put the other one just outside the garage door, and then I can monitor all of them with that.” He pointed to a GPS-looking device with four split screens.
“We can take turns watching it,” she suggested.
“No need. The monitor will beep if any of the cameras are triggered by motion. That means you can get some sleep. Think of the baby,” he added before Willa could argue.
“I do, all the time,” she mumbled. “Do you?” She instantly regretted that question. Brandon had only recently found out he was going to be a father, and he probably hadn’t even come to terms with it yet. Added to that, he had the extra worry about keeping them safe.
Willa waved off the question and reached for her bag.
“I think about the baby,” he said, his words soft and slow. He took the bag from her, keeping his attention focused on it and not her.
“It’s okay,” she assured him. “When the danger has passed, I don’t expect anything from you. In fact, I don’t want anything from you.”
That was a semi-truth. Her body wanted him. For sex. How ironic. She hadn’t had as much of a sexual twinge since she’d gotten pregnant; yet near Brandon, in her last trimester no less, she kept feeling that tug deep within her.
“Good.” And that was all he said for several moments. “Honestly, I’m not sure I can give you and this baby what you really need.”
His eyes met hers for just a second, before he looked away and put the monitor in the equipment bag. He hoisted it over his other shoulder and headed for the garage door. Willa grabbed the pillow and cover that had been stacked on the sofa and followed him.
This was good, she assured herself. Brandon didn’t want to be part of her or their baby’s life. That’s exactly the way she’d planned things. Heck, it was the reason she’d no doubt used artificial insemination. Because she hadn’t wanted a man in her life.
So, why did his confession sting?
She barely knew the man and, other than the fact he was almost certainly the biological father of her baby, that was the only thing that connected them.
Well, except for the attraction.
And the danger.
And this entire bizarre connection she felt with him.
Willa huffed. She was talking herself into falling hard for Brandon, and that could be a fatal mistake.
Since the front seats of the car reclined, Willa got in on the passenger’s side and prepared a makeshift bed. Brandon eased the garage door open just a fraction and placed the camera outside. After closing it, he got behind the wheel and started his own preparations. Not for a bed, though, but for security. So that he wouldn’t lose them, he put the keys in the ignition, set up the monitor on the dashboard and placed the bags on the backseat.
Willa turned, leaned over and retrieved the PDA from her bag. What she hadn’t counted on was Brandon moving at the same time. He turned to adjust his holster, and they practically collided.
And then they froze.
Breath met breath, and Willa
He added the last part as if he expected her to challenge him, but Willa had no intentions of doing that.
She nodded. “I need to go to the bathroom, but once you have the camera set up, we can go back to the car.”
It wouldn’t be comfortable, but she still might be able to sleep there. Her fatigue was past the bone-weary stage, and she had no choice but to rest.
Willa took her toiletries from her bag so she could brush her teeth and take her prenatal vitamin. She also used the bathroom and hoped she wouldn’t have to make too many treks back into the house because of her pregnancy bladder.
When she came back into the living room, Brandon had lowered all the blinds in the house and was setting up the tiny golf-ball-size camera in the front window. Since it was so small and white, it blended right into the window sill.
“There’s a camera in the kitchen,” he explained, “and the front bedroom. I’ll put the other one just outside the garage door, and then I can monitor all of them with that.” He pointed to a GPS-looking device with four split screens.
“We can take turns watching it,” she suggested.
“No need. The monitor will beep if any of the cameras are triggered by motion. That means you can get some sleep. Think of the baby,” he added before Willa could argue.
“I do, all the time,” she mumbled. “Do you?” She instantly regretted that question. Brandon had only recently found out he was going to be a father, and he probably hadn’t even come to terms with it yet. Added to that, he had the extra worry about keeping them safe.
Willa waved off the question and reached for her bag.
“I think about the baby,” he said, his words soft and slow. He took the bag from her, keeping his attention focused on it and not her.
“It’s okay,” she assured him. “When the danger has passed, I don’t expect anything from you. In fact, I don’t want anything from you.”
That was a semi-truth. Her body wanted him. For sex. How ironic. She hadn’t had as much of a sexual twinge since she’d gotten pregnant; yet near Brandon, in her last trimester no less, she kept feeling that tug deep within her.
“Good.” And that was all he said for several moments. “Honestly, I’m not sure I can give you and this baby what you really need.”
His eyes met hers for just a second, before he looked away and put the monitor in the equipment bag. He hoisted it over his other shoulder and headed for the garage door. Willa grabbed the pillow and cover that had been stacked on the sofa and followed him.
This was good, she assured herself. Brandon didn’t want to be part of her or their baby’s life. That’s exactly the way she’d planned things. Heck, it was the reason she’d no doubt used artificial insemination. Because she hadn’t wanted a man in her life.
So, why did his confession sting?
She barely knew the man and, other than the fact he was almost certainly the biological father of her baby, that was the only thing that connected them.
Well, except for the attraction.
And the danger.
And this entire bizarre connection she felt with him.
Willa huffed. She was talking herself into falling hard for Brandon, and that could be a fatal mistake.
Since the front seats of the car reclined, Willa got in on the passenger’s side and prepared a makeshift bed. Brandon eased the garage door open just a fraction and placed the camera outside. After closing it, he got behind the wheel and started his own preparations. Not for a bed, though, but for security. So that he wouldn’t lose them, he put the keys in the ignition, set up the monitor on the dashboard and placed the bags on the backseat.
Willa turned, leaned over and retrieved the PDA from her bag. What she hadn’t counted on was Brandon moving at the same time. He turned to adjust his holster, and they practically collided.
And then they froze.
Breath met breath, and Willa
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