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closed several times as if she were considering a protest. Finally she snapped her mouth shut and just glared at him. She looked so damn cute when she was mad, he simply couldn’t resist kissing her petulant lips.
    Unlike the kiss after the ceremony, this time, she didn’t put up much resistance. Too surprised, he supposed. Her lips parted beneath his almost instantly, and with one quick swipe of his tongue he felt her defiance give way completely.
    She tasted just faintly of champagne.
    When they first arrived at the reception, someonehad thrust a flute into her hand, and ever since then she’d been dutifully raising it to her mouth with every toast. Thankfully, no one else noticed the glass was full. Still, a few drops of the champagne clung to her lips.
    The taste, so unexpected and sweet, surprised him. Just like she did.
    He pulled back from her and studied her face. For a second she looked slightly shell-shocked. He suspected he did, too.
    Then she shook it off and said, “Why did you do that?”
    â€œKiss you?”
    She nodded.
    â€œBecause, we just got married. There are thirty people in this room who think we’re so in love we couldn’t wait long enough to plan a church wedding. Therefore, I should look like I can’t keep my hands off you.”
    Doubt flickered in her eyes and for a second, he thought she wasn’t going to buy it. Finally she nodded. And with an expression of resigned determination, she slipped her arm around his waist and turned to face the crowded room, where the wait staff was just beginning to serve an early dinner.
    He felt a surge of relief that she hadn’t pressed him for another explanation. Sure, the one he’d given her worked, but it wasn’t the whole truth.
    Just now he’d kissed her because he wanted to. The ruse they were perpetrating hadn’t even entered his mind.
    He was in for a hell of a long six months.
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    Kate awakened to the unfamiliar sounds of someone moving around in her kitchen. After a split second of alarm, she remembered that someone was Jake.
    With a groan she rolled over and buried her head inher pillow, wishing she could go back to sleep. Or wake up to find she’d just had a nightmare.
    She’d lain awake half the night, trying to find fault with Jake’s logic. But no matter how she approached the problem, his solution was the only one. Whenever they were in public, they’d have to appear to be in love. Which meant more touches, more kisses and more restless nights knowing he was sleeping just a few feet away in her tiny bungalow-style house’s only other bedroom.
    After a few more seconds of squeezing her eyes closed, she sat up to face another morning without coffee. Boy, could she have used the caffeine this morning. At least her morning sickness had finally passed.
    She had her arms halfway into the sleeves of her robe before it occurred to her that she really didn’t want Jake seeing her in her pj’s and robe. There was way too much intimacy between them as it was.
    So she took the time to dress in a casual pair of pants and long sleeved shirt that she knotted low on her waist to distract from the slight bulge. Then she made a quick trip to the bathroom to twist her unruly hair into a semblance of an elegant knot and to run a toothbrush over her teeth.
    She found Jake in the kitchen, barefoot, dressed in jeans and a faded black T-shirt, scrambling eggs. Lots of eggs.
    When she cleared her throat, he glanced over his shoulder. “Mornin’, Katie.”
    Letting the annoying nickname slide, she said, “I don’t know what pregnancy books you’ve been reading, but although pregnant women do eat a lot, they generally don’t eat two dozen eggs for breakfast.”
    He chuckled. “God, I hope not. I couldn’t afford to feed you. These are for the guys. Besides, it’s not justeggs, it’s breakfast tacos.” He lifted the spatula from the frying