The Pregnancy Secret (Harlequin Romance Large Print) by Cara Colter Page B

not as though we could do worse than what you have on.”
    We.
    She ordered herself not to give in to this. It was a weakness to let him look after her. It was an illusion to feel safe with him.
    But she did. And she was suddenly aware she had not really slept or even eaten properly since the break-in. Exhaustion settled over her.
    “One night,” she decided. “My place will probably be aired out by tomorrow.”
    “Probably,” he said insincerely.
    “I think I have to go to bed now.”
    “All right. I’ll show you the way, and find you a shirt to wear for pajamas.”
    “I’ll put away the dishes.”
    “No, I’ll do it. I’ve gotten better at picking up behind myself.”
    Was that true, or would the maid come and pick up after them tomorrow? She found she just didn’t care. She was giving herself over to the luxurious feeling of being looked after. Just for one night, though!
    And then she found herself led down a wide hallway and tucked inside a bedroom that was an opulent symphony of grays. She went into the attached bathroom. Her mouth fell open. There was a beautiful bathtub shaped like an egg in here. And double sinks and granite, and a walk-in shower. And this was the guest room.
    Why did she feel such comfort that he didn’t feel as at home here as he had in the humble little wreck of a house they had shared?
    Just tired
, she told herself. As promised, there was everything she needed there, from toothbrushes to fresh towels.
    When she went out of the bathroom, she saw he had left a shirt on the bed for her. Unable to stop herself, she buried her face in it, and inhaled the deep and wonderful scent of her husband. She managed to get the oversize buttons undone on the dress and get it off.
    She pulled his shirt on. His buttons weren’t quite so easy to do up, but she managed. When she noticed they were done up crooked, she didn’t have the energy to change them. She tumbled into the deep luxury of that bed, looked out the window at the lights of the city reflecting in the dark waters of the river and felt her eyes grow heavy.
    She realized, for the first time since her shop had been broken into and she had been injured in her ill-advised scuffle with the perpetrator, she was going to get to sleep easily. She suspected she would sleep deeply.
    Only it wasn’t really the first time in a week.
    It was the first time in a year.
    * * *
    Kade was so aware that Jessica was right down the hallway from him. He wished he would not have made that crack about her sleeping naked.
    Because a man did not want to be having naked thoughts about the wife he still missed and mourned.
    But he had developed ways of getting by all these painful feelings. He looked at his watch. Despite the fact Jessica was in bed—she had always handled stress poorly, and he suspected she was exhausted—it was still early.
    And he had his balm.
    He had work. Plus, he had nearly wrecked her house today. He needed to look after that. He liked the sense of having a mission. This time, though, he decided to call the guy who had fixed her shop door, at least for the floors.
    Jake, like all good carpenters and handymen in the supercharged economy of Calgary, was busy.
    But willing to put a different project on hold when he heard Jessica’s situation, and that Jessica’s furniture was currently residing on the lawn.
    His attitude inspired confidence, and Kade found himself sharing the whole repair list with him. Jake promised to look at it first thing in the morning, even though it was Sunday, and get back to him with a cost estimate and a time frame.
    “Can she stay out of the house for a couple of days? The floor sanding and refinishing causes a real mess. It’s actually kind of a hazardous environment. Even the best floor sander can’t contain all the dust, and it’s full of chemicals. Plus it’ll be easier for me to work if she’s not there.”
    “Oh, sure,” Kade said, thinking of Jessica staying here a few days. She probably