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open and leaving him bleeding.
Silently he wished her happiness in her future. For her sake he hoped she wasn t pregnant even while he
wanted his seed growing inside her. If she was pregnant with his child he might have a chance.
He d have Vance watch over her and report to him. Even if she wouldn t return to Vampyr with him, if
she was pregnant, he d take care of her until the child was born. And whether she wanted his help or not,
he d provide the only thing she might possibly allow. Financial security.
 Goodbye  for now, he murmured as he disappeared to find his cousin.
Chapter 7
Two months later
Kayla drove up to her apartment building and parked. It wasn t a surprise having Vance opening her
door before she could reach for the handle.
 What do you want today, Vance? she asked, emphasizing her exasperation with a long suffering sigh.
 Just checking on you. Friends and family do that. Where have you been? You weren t at the hospital
when I stopped by to see you.
She really wanted to be furious with him but couldn t. He was so openly obnoxious it somehow came
out endearing.  Where I was is my business. Not yours or anyone else s. It wasn t something she
wanted to share& not yet anyway. The knowledge was too fresh and new, though she d suspected it
since her night with Phaeryn. If she was honest, she d actually hoped for it.
She was pregnant. Her doctor gave her and the baby a clean bill of health and instructions on staying
that way. Next visit would include a sonogram and she couldn t wait for that.
 Don t you have someone else to bother? She unlocked the trunk of her car, lifted out two sacks of
groceries and shoved them into his arms. She took the last sack herself and closed the trunk.
He plucked the last sack from her arms and smiled.  You re the only one on my to-be-bothered list
today.
 Lucky me. She scowled and wrinkled her nose at him before leading the way up the stairs and into her
apartment. She threw her purse on the table and turned to grab grocery sacks from him. She didn t see
her purse wobble, fall over and spill its contents on the table.
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 Thanks for your help but it s time you left. You don t need to check up on me. I m fine and I m going
to stay that way. She was tired of living afraid. What would Phaeryn do if he found out she was
pregnant? She wouldn t give up her world and she wouldn t let him take her child away from her.
 Checking up on you is currently my major source of daily entertainment. Why would I want to give that
up? A white paper sack with a national pharmacy logo stamped on it had spilled from her purse and
caught his attention. He set the last two bags of groceries on the counter, walked around the table and
read the label on the prescription stapled to the bag. He was through the kitchen door so fast, that she
wasn t aware he d done it till he said goodbye.
 See you tomorrow. He disappeared before she could turn from the refrigerator where she was putting
up milk and butter.
Kayla glared at the spot where he d been. There was no hope she wouldn t see him again, damn. He
might not carry out Phaeryn s wishes exactly the way he was supposed to  but he did carry them out.
She walked to the table, looked down and froze. Closing her eyes, she sank into a chair and pressed
one hand over her softly rounded abdomen. There was no way he hadn t seen the bag and the attached
prescription. No doubt she d find out very soon just what Phaeryn s reaction to her pregnancy would be.
Damn it, why was she being such a wimp? She stood up, squared her shoulders and started pulling cans
out of a sack. Phaeryn could damn well come if he wanted to. This was her baby and she would take him
apart if he even thought of taking it from her. She wasn t any shrinking violet who couldn t take care of
herself.
Feeling better than she had in two months, she slammed cans into cupboards and slammed the doors
shut when she was done.
She d give him war if he wanted one.
* * *
The next morning she was groaning and cursing before she ever opened her eyes. Morning sickness was
definitely something she could live without.
Opening her eyes, she shrieked, sat up, then lay back down with her hand over her mouth. Phaeryn sat
on the side of her bed staring down at her.
She closed her eyes and started praying. She couldn t be sick in front of him.
With casual ease, Phaeryn lifted her into his arms and carried her into the bathroom.
 Go away, she groaned.
 No. He held her hair out of the way, and after, washed her face when her stomach decided there was
nothing left in it.
Carefully, he lifted her into his arms again and carried her back to the bed. He settled her on the mattress
and pulled the blanket over her.
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She rolled away from him. She needed to be strong when she faced him, not weak and sick.  Go
away.
She didn t look to see if he d done as she asked him.
When she woke up he was still there.
* * *
Two weeks later she was used to Phaeryn being a fixture in her life. He was always touching her, making
sure she was comfortable. He pampered her until she wasn t sure whether to scream or give up.
 Don t you think it s time you cut back your hours at the hospital? he asked as he drew a bath for her.
His ass was perfectly displayed as he leaned over. The muscles across his back and in his arms rippled
as he turned on water faucets checking the temperature. His dark hair was adorably messy. If her child
looked anything like him, she d have to keep him locked up forever. Girls would never leave him alone.
She wanted him so bad she was ready to jump him and he hadn t so much as looked at her except to
make sure her ankles weren t swollen.
 Your ankles are never swollen and you can jump me any time you want to.
 Stay out of my mind, she growled, more out of reflex than anger.
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