Having Faith by Barbara Delinsky

breast. And I won't have to give up my practice. For your information, babies and careers are mixing better and better all the time." She stopped talking, but before he could say a word, she had another thought. This one riled her.
    "Ahhh. You're worried you'll have to marry me if I'm pregnant."
    "That's not" -- "Save your breath, bud," she argued, suddenly and inexplicably furious.
    "I wasn't born yesterday, and that goes for experiencing marriage as well as understanding the male mind. I've been married once and it didn't work out. I'm not in a rush to go near it again, and I don't care if there is a baby involved. So you can sleep free of worry. No matter what happens, you won't be trapped." She slammed the receiver down hard.
    Her hand was still pressing on the phone when it rang. White-knuckled, she picked it up.
    "Leave it, Sawyer. You've said enough for one night." She hung up again.
    This time when the phone rang, she lifted the handset, but dropped it right back without even putting it to her ear. Before it could ring again, she took it off the hook.
    Angrily she stalked across the living room, stood for a minute at the window with her arms pressed tightly across her breasts, then stalked back and headed for the bedroom. She wasn't quite sure what had gotten out of hand, but something had. All she'd done was to call him in concern over her client. It had been a professional call, that was all.
    Storming back through the apartment, she put the phone back on its hook and dialed Sawyer's number. The instant she heard his gruff hello, she said in her most confident and business-like tone, "From what the Leindecker women have told me, we don't yet have grounds for a restraining order, but that may change. Please advise your client that if he continues to torment his wife, he'll give us those grounds." She hung up before Sawyer could get in a word.
    Sawyer was livid. Sitting in the dark in his apartment that night, he couldn't remember ever being quite so angry with anyone as he was with Faith. He'd known she had an emotional bent, but he hadn't dreamed that she'd be so quick to fly off the handle at remarks as innocent as the ones he'd made.
    Good Lord, she knew he was old-fashioned when it came to traditional male-female values. She'd told him so dozens of times. She'd ribbed him about it, which meant that she didn't think it was all bad. He certainly didn't. He liked to think he was honest and responsible. And chivalrous. Those were good things. They showed respect for a woman, and he certainly respected Faith. He might be furious with her, but he respected her--respected and trusted her, which was why he'd marry her in a minute if she was pregnant, and he'd do it happily. He wasn't committed to life as a single. Granted, it was nice to be free of Joanna's smothering, but freedom brought loneliness. Besides, Faith wasn't a smotherer.
    God forbid!
    She wasn't a smotherer, but she sure as hell was stubborn and hotheaded and. passionate. Ah, yes, she was that. Just as there had been fire in her voice tonight, there had been fire in her body Friday night. He couldn't forget it. His body wouldn't let him. Those same flashes of memory he'd seen through a haze on Saturday morning came to him now, only the haze had cleared.
    He saw her as she'd come from the bedroom after she'd changed, wearing an over-size sweatshirt that hid her body, and slim jeans that didn't.
    He saw the way she'd smiled up at him, her sandy hair covering her forehead in bangs, framing her face in a gentle bob that ended an inch below her chin. He saw hazel eyes that weren't spectacular in and of themselves, but that reflected what was inside, in turn intelligence, mischief, curiosity, enthusiasm and desire. He saw a small, straight nose and lips that were as whimsical as her firm chin wasn't.
    Then he saw her naked in the night light, a vision that made his body harden. Her breasts were full, larger than he'd thought, though perhaps firm was the word, he