For the Babies' Sakes (Expecting) (Harlequin Presents, No. 2280) Read Free

grated, ‘Now explain your novel outfit, Celine!’
    â€˜Helen!’ came Dan’s horrified tones.
    Her head jerked back to the open bedroom door where he stood. She closed her eyes tightly and swayed, her energy spent.
    All hard masculine jaw and blazing black eyes, he was naked but for the small towel draped around lean hips, steam rising from his fantastic body, his hair wet and appealingly tousled from the shower. A post-sex shower, she thought, with a sharp intake of breath.
    It was true then. He’d been unfaithful. Oh, sweet heaven…
    â€˜You swine !’ she yelled furiously as her world crashed about her ears.
    â€˜Oh, my God!’ Dan groaned.
    Wounded beyond belief, she looked into his shadowed eyes and saw embarrassment and sick dismay written clearly for her to see. He was white-lipped, his honeyed skin drawn tautly over his incredible cheekbones. A guilty man if ever there was. Her stomach rolled dizzyingly.
    â€˜Dan!’ was all she could croak in reproach before her voice shattered into tiny pieces of misery.
    A spasm of pain jerked at his features.
    â€˜Sweetheart!’
    Dark brows drawn together in a frown, he stretched out a conciliatory hand of concern. Helen recoiled with disgust.
    â€˜No! Don’t touch me!’
    He flinched, his glittering eyes narrowed in hurt annoyance.
    â€˜You don’t understand,’ he said sternly. ‘It’s not what you think—’
    â€˜Isn’t it? Don’t lie to me! Don’t take me for a fool!’ Helen jerked in near hysteria.
    He’d even come up with the classic male response. It’s not what you think. But it always was.
    â€˜I’m not lying!’ Grimly he folded his arms over his barechest and she realised that, despite his defiant stance, he was having trouble with his breathing. She didn’t want to consider why that might be. ‘You’re jumping to conclusions—’
    â€˜You bet I am!’ she wailed. ‘Look at you! Look at her !’ Violently she stabbed an accusing finger at the siren in the blue towel. ‘Wouldn’t you jump to conclusions, too?’
    Dan glared ferociously at Celine as if it was all her fault he’d been found out.
    â€˜Celine!’ he growled. ‘I told you—’
    â€˜I don’t believe this! You can’t hold her responsible!’ Helen burst in, appalled that he was trying to wriggle out of this.
    â€˜Why not?’ he flashed. ‘She is!’
    â€˜Oh, for heaven’s sake, Dan!’ she stormed. ‘Don’t you have any shame, any sense of responsibility?’
    â€˜Celine—’
    â€˜No!’ she shouted. ‘Stop pretending it’s not your fault at all. It takes two to get to this stage of nudity! I thought better of you. It seems I was mistaken. I can’t believe you can be such a worm as to put the blame on her!’ She put icy fingertips to her hot forehead to stem the ache. ‘How could you do this?’ she cried, smoke-dark eyes awash with misery. ‘If you cared about me you wouldn’t have—’
    â€˜Helen!’ He was frowning at her, his expression shocked.
    â€˜What? What is it?’ she demanded brokenly.
    â€˜You look terrible !’ he stated with cruel candour.
    She winced. ‘Thanks a bunch,’ she muttered. ‘That’s all I need, right at this moment.’
    Her sullen glance shot to the delectable Celine, who beamed at her and let the towel slip artfully to offer further revelations of her smoothly swelling breasts.
    Celine wasn’t red-faced and blotchy from weeping. Herhair hadn’t been flattened by the rain, nor had the ends been sluiced by mud into rat’s tails.
    Helen didn’t need Celine’s scathing scrutiny to make her aware of the contrast between them. Instead of being sophisticated and irresistible, Helen thought miserably, she was covered in mud and looking terminally ill. A drowned waif in