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the baby.”
    “I am perfectly capable of looking after the house on my own.”
    “Which is why I found you on the step ladder yesterday.”
    “Stop making it sound as if I’d scaled the Burj Khalifa. It was two small steps. I was arranging the top shelves in the pantry.”
    “And as soon as the landscaper finishes the garden design, I imagine you will be out there digging.”
    “It’s not archaeology. So I’ll plant a few bushes. Put in some herbs. Maybe some tomatoes. I like to garden.”
    “And walking the dog. And walking the baby. And taking swimming classes.”
    “Exercise is good for pregnant women.”
    “And cooking for the guys painting the exterior. And bringing snacks to the guys in the garden. And shopping and making meals for all of us. And entertaining my family and friends.”
    “Absolutely!”
    “What about the days when inspiration doesn’t strike and I want to show you some of Norway, maybe take you for a drive or a boat ride out into the fjord?”
    “Then I’ll arrange to go with you.”
    “What about how tired you are all the time? It’s not going to get better. You said this pregnancy is wearing you out more than the first one.”
    “That’s because I’ve put on more weight this time, I’m sure of it. The ob-gyn in Los Angeles says I’m fine. Judith will get me a doctor here and he’ll say the same thing. I like to keep busy.”
    “I don’t mind you keeping busy but I mind you not taking care of yourself.”
    “I will. I am. I. Don’t. Need . . . A . . . Minder!” Sunny was practically shouting.
    He took a different tack, trying out a gentle plea. “Do this for me.”
    “Why?”
    “Because I wasn’t there the last time, when you were pregnant with Bliss.”
    That stopped her in her tracks.
    “I wasn’t there to help you then. I’m here now. I want to help you. I want to feel like I can keep you safe, for once. Surely you can understand that?”
    Sunny’s anger ebbed away, replaced by guilt over her lack of understanding, her selfishness. She had put her stubborn independence ahead of his natural desire to protect the people he loved. She caved in, as he had anticipated. “Of course I understand.”
    Sven gathered her up in his arms. “I want to cherish and coddle you, just a little bit. I know you are incredibly capable, but let me spoil you for a while.” He brushed the curls out of her face. “Okay?”
    “Okay.”
    “Have I told you how sexy you are when you’re angry? Your eyes get all dark green.” He bent and kissed her brow. “You get these bright spots of red right here.” He planted a kiss on her cheekbone. “Your heart starts to pound.” His finger dropped to her breastbone, gently rubbing the pulse that throbbed beneath the surface. He could feel it start to gather speed and had to turn his head away so she wouldn’t see him smile.
    His hands went lower, tracing the line between her swollen breasts. One caressed her bulging belly, and the other dropped lower still, slipping between her legs. He was not surprised to feel the damp heat through the crotch of her jeans. He rubbed back and forth, slowly, persistently, as he slipped his tongue between her lips. Sunny moaned and returned the kiss, pulling him closer to her.
    “I haven’t finished putting away all the clothes in our room yet. We could christen the guest bedroom.”
    “Too far,” said Sven as he manipulated a swollen nipple between his forefinger and thumb. They moved to the front room, discarding a piece of clothing with each step.
    * * *
    “We’re back!” Judith shouted as she wheeled the carriage through the front door, while the dog barked and the baby giggled. Nobody could have missed the noise of their arrival.
    She noted her son’s misbuttoned shirt. Sunny’s curls were more unruly than ever and her T-shirt was inside out. Sponge had rooted out a stray, abandoned sneaker, the laces bouncing the shoe against the dog’s muzzle.
    “I take it you convinced her,” Judith