sheâd walked into the dining room. She wasnât expecting himânone of them were, and he could see from the lack of lights that Ben and Daisy were out. Soâto knock, or not to knock?
Instinct told him he wouldnât be welcome. Need told him to knock on the door anyway, to give her the benefit of the doubt, to try again, just one more time, to see if he could convince her to give their relationship another go.
He still hesitated, then with a sharp shake of his head, he walked firmly up the path and rapped on the door.
âAmy, itâs Matt.â
Why had he done that? If heâd kept quiet, she would have come to the door, but instead there was silence. He resisted the urge to bend down and peer through the letter box. She was entitled to ignore him if she wanted to, and anyway there was a holly wreath hanging over it and it would probably stab him in the eye.
But she didnât ignore him. The porch light came on,and he heard footsteps and the door swung inwards to reveal her standing there unsmiling.
âHello, Matt,â she said quietly, and his heart turned over.
She lookedâgorgeous. Her grey eyes were wary, her fair hair scrunched back in a ponytail as if sheâd only just finished work and she was dressed in some shapeless rag of a jumper, but she looked warm and cosy and very, very dear, and he wanted to haul her into his arms and hold her.
As if she knew it, she hugged her arms defensively, so he forced himself to make do with a smile. âHi, there. Happy Christmasâor should that be Happy New Year?â
She ignored both. âI didnât think Ben and Daisy were expecting you,â she said, her voice a little tight. âYou hadnât rung to confirm.â
âNo. It was only tentativeâa spur-of-the-moment thing.â Very spur of the moment. Two hours ago heâd been sitting in his house staring at the bird feeder and trying to talk himself out of it. He probably should have done.
âOh. Well, theyâre out.â
âWill they be long?â Hell, they were talking like strangers.
âI donât knowâwhy donât you come in? You canât stand out there for hours.â
âWill they be hours?â he asked, following her down the hall and eyeing her bottom thoughtfully. Had she put on a little weight? He thought so. It suited her.
âI donât know. Possibly. Theyâre looking at baby stuff in the sales.â
Why had she said that? Why bring it up? She could have kicked herself, because absolutely the last thingshe wanted to talk about with Matt was babies, although she knew that conversation was coming sometime soon.
âI was just making tea. Do you want some?â
âYeah, that would be good. Thank you.â
So formal. So polite and distant. If he had any ideaâ¦
âYou look well.â
She felt heat climb her cheeks. âI am well.â Very well, and pregnant with your child. âHave you eaten?â
âYesâI had lunch, but donât mind me if you havenât.â
The stilted conversation was going to make her scream, but what was the alternative? âOh, incidentally, while I think of it, Iâm having your babyâ didnât seem quite the right opener!
And anyway, she wasnât past the danger point yet. A few more days, maybe weeksâperhaps then.
She set a mug of tea down in front of him at the table, and finished making herself a sandwich. She was still starving, still eating anything she could lay her hands onâ
âI thought you hated peanut butter?â
Damn. Trust him to notice. The only time sheâd eaten it had been when she was pregnant, and any second now heâd guess.
âIt goes in phases,â she said truthfully, and sat in a chair across the table and up from him, so she didnât have to look straight at him, didnât have to meet those searching blue eyes and risk blurting out the truth.
He gave a
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