Pregnant by the Maverick Millionaire by Joss Wood

the rain forest and the Willowbrae Trail and walked onto one of the vast, sandy beaches characterizing this part of the west coast of Vancouver Island. She stared at the huge waves rolling in from Japan and slipped out of her sneakers, digging her toes into the cool sand.
    This place—Poppy’s cabin—with its magnificent sea views, was her hideout, the place she ran to every time her life fell apart. She and her family had spent many holidays here, in winter and summer and the seasons in between. This was where she felt closest to them. After the accident, she’d spent six weeks up here, to recuperate. Her body healed quickly but her heart never had.
    Despite the memories, she still wanted to run up here when life threw her curveballs. Here, if she didn’t think too much, her soul felt occasionally satisfied. This was her special place, her thinking place.
    Two days had passed since she’d left Vancouver and she’d spent all that time thinking of Kade, and trying not to obsess about what happened between him and Doctor Delicious after Brodie left.
    The thought of him and another woman so soon—was six weeks soon?
    And she still had to tell him about the pregnancy. Brodie placed her hands on her stomach and sucked in a breath. She also needed to tell him she intended to keep this child, to raise it on her own.
    Poppy was right. Keeping the baby would take courage and sacrifice and...well, balls. Brodie also knew her parents would have wanted her to keep the child, to care for the next generation of Stewarts as they’d planned to do.
    So she’d decided to be a mommy. She needed to tell Kade he was going to be a daddy. There was no rush, Brodie thought, as she picked up a piece of driftwood and tossed it toward a bubbling wave. She had eight or so months.
    Or, hell, maybe not.
    Brodie recognized his stride first, long and loose. His blond hair and most of his face was covered by a black cap. Simon, Kade’s huge, sloppy mutt, galloped between him and the waves, barking with joy. Then Simon recognized her and let out a yelp of elated welcome. Brodie was glad that he, at least, looked happy to see her.
    Kade did not. He stopped in front of her, tipped back the rim of his cap and scowled. “Sixteen missed calls. Six messages, Stewart. Seriously?”
    â€œI needed some time alone,” Brodie replied, rubbing Simon’s ears. She looked up into Kade’s frustrated eyes. “Why are you here?”
    The wind blew Kade’s cotton shirt up and revealed the ridges of his stomach. Brodie had to stop herself from whimpering. “I’m here because you came to my loft, looking like hell on wheels, saying we needed to talk. I’ve spent the last two days looking for you.”
    Brodie picked up a small stick and threw it for Simon, who ran straight past it into a wave. “I suppose Poppy told you where I was.”
    â€œWhen I managed to find her,” Kade muttered.
    Brodie frowned. “She’s not difficult to find. She lives below me.”
    â€œNot for the last two nights. She finally came home, on a Harley, with a guy who was at least fifteen years younger than her.”
    Brodie grinned. “Good for Poppy.” At least one of them was having fun.
    Brodie felt her throat tighten. She had to tell him, now.
    â€œKade...” Brodie met his eyes, dug deep and found a little bit of courage. “The night we were together... Do you remember how we brushed off the issue of the split condom?”
    Kade frowned and his face darkened. She didn’t need to say any more, she could see he’d immediately connected the dots. “You’re...?” He rubbed his hands over his face.
    â€œPregnant,” Brodie confirmed.
    â€œBut you said you were on the pill,” Kade stuttered and the color drained from his face.
    â€œI was on the pill, but apparently it fails sometimes.”
    Kade linked his hands behind his head. He looked shaken and,