Bound by the Unborn Baby by Bella Bucannon Page A

time—right from the initial touch of his lips on hers. As if he was keeping a tight rein on his actions. Or on emotions he claimed not to have.
    She sipped her camomile tea, pulled a face. Cold toast was okay—cold tea was not drinkable. It was time to get cracking.
    She clicked on the kettle, cleared the table and set herself up for a morning’s exploration of the internet.
    * * *
    The sound of the front door opening had Alina’s head swinging round. A quick check of her watch surprised her. Ten to three. How could it be that late?
    ‘Hi, you’ve set yourself up pretty well, there. Good use of the dining table.’
    How did this man’s smile make a good day seem brighter?
    ‘Better than leaning over the coffee table. Did you get what you wanted done?’
    ‘Finally—it took longer than I’d hoped.’ He leant over her shoulder to check her screen. ‘Agassi Falls? Planning a trip, Alina?’
    ‘Just having fun surfing,’ she replied. ‘I checked out some courses, then spent some time finding out what all the icons stand for.’
    ‘I trust you’ve been taking breaks and eating properly?’ Banana peel lay in a small dish, alongside an empty mug on the table.
    ‘Yes, sir. I’ve stretched every hour...done other stuff in between.’ She arched her back and smiled up at him. ‘This morning I went out for a short walk; this afternoon I went through your kitchen cupboards to see what’s there before looking up some recipes. I found a few meals we might enjoy, but—’
    ‘You can’t print them out. We’ll fix that on Monday, along with a desk and chair.’ He held out a red USB. ‘In the meantime copy and use mine.’
    ‘Thank you.’ She surprised both of them by rising up on her toes to kiss his cheek. ‘This is all I need. You don’t want to be left with excess stuff.’
    Ethan opened his mouth to refute her claim. Changed his mind. Words weren’t going to change hers.
    ‘That’s my concern. Right now I’m psyched up for the session in the gym we agreed on.’ He took her hands, held her at arm’s length. ‘Hmm, nice tracksuit—you look as good in green as in blue. Give me five minutes.’
    ‘I’ll meet you there.’
    He strode to his room, fantasising about the bathers she might be wearing under that outfit as he hastily pulled on T-shirt, bathers, track pants and sneakers. She was waiting for him, sitting on the press-ups bench. The lights were brighter than he usually set, the music a pleasant background sound.
    ‘Bike or treadmill for warm-up?’ she asked, offering him a bottle of water. ‘I don’t mind either.’
    ‘I’ll take the bike.’ It was still set up for him. ‘Twenty minutes okay?’
    She agreed, and he selected a programme for mid-range difficulty. Settling into his normal pace was easy—resisting the temptation to watch Alina not so easy. She moved smoothly, gracefully.
    ‘I promise I won’t fall off.’ She’d caught him checking her out.
    ‘It’s been a while since anyone’s been here with me.’
    Solitude in this special area had always been a plus. It was his private time, for releasing tension. Only occasionally had he invited anyone to join him. To his surprise, he didn’t mind Alina being there at all. In fact he felt downright glad to have her running alongside him. A feeling that unnerved him a little, causing him to switch back to getting-to-know-you mode.
    ‘What sort of keep-fit do you do on the move?’
    ‘Depends on the current job. Crop-picking, dog-walking or waitressing are usually enough. If it’s in an office I run, or do casual sessions at pools or gyms.’
    ‘Whoa—back up. Dog-walking?’
    Her laugh, the first genuine one she’d given, zipped through him. Musical and light, it was a sound he wanted to hear again. Often.
    ‘It’s fun, challenging or downright exhausting, depending on the size or number of pooches. And always available in any city, any country.’
    ‘Ever lose any?’ The more he learned, the more fascinated he