Mommy Midwife by Cassie Miles

other two were floor-to-ceiling windows with a sliding glass door. Should she indulge in a soak? Well, why not? Troy was enjoying himself with a spy chat; she might as well do something for herself. She turned on the hot water and went to the bathroom to gather more towels and a white terry cloth robe.
    By the time she returned, the tub was half-full. She tested the water. Perfect! She turned off the overhead light, allowing the soft glow of starlight to filter into the room. In the semidark, she could see the outline of pine trees outside the windows. With her long hair twisted into a knot on top of her head, she slipped out of her nightgown and lowered herself into the warm, soothing liquid.
    The tub was large enough for her to stretch out prone with her head at one end and her feet at the other. Her belly and breasts bobbed on the surface of the water like round, white islands. As soon as the water was high enough, she activated the jets and positioned her back against the massaging gush of water. Pure relaxation spread through her.
    The door behind her opened, and Troy asked, “May I come in?”
    “As long as you don’t turn on the lights.”
    Moving closer, he leaned his elbows on the edge of the hot tub. Moonlight fell across his wide shoulders and glistened in his dark hair. Since she could see him clearly, she knew he could see her, too. Even with the swirling water, he’d be able to make out her naked outline below the water. A little embarrassing but not enough that she was going to worry about it.
    “What did you and my dad talk about?”
    “How much do you want to know?”
    “Everything,” she said firmly. Her parents had never told her and her sister about their work, probably because it was top secret and they were just kids. But this situation was different. She was a grown woman with her own unborn child to protect. “The more I know, the better I’ll feel.”
    “It’s a long story. Mind if I join you?”
    Sharing a bath might lead to physical intimacy, which was something she’d avoided since the night she got pregnant. Other women had told her how they were sexually supercharged during pregnancy, but that hadn’t been her experience. Not yet, anyway.
    She shrugged. “Suit yourself.”
    When he peeled off his T-shirt, her pulse rate bumped into high gear. The starlight through the window shone on the sharp ridges of his muscular arms and shoulders. Dark hair sprinkled across his chest and narrowed down the center of his body, pointing toward his belt buckle. He unfastened the belt and shucked off his jeans.
    “I’m going to open the sliding glass door,” he said. “I like the feeling of cool air and hot water.”
    “Sure.”
    Without a hint of modesty, he walked around the tub to the windows. Naked, completely naked, he was spectacular. She couldn’t help staring at him. When he pushed the door open, a breeze wafted inside and cooled her cheeks, which was a very good thing because she was on fire.
    Troy slipped into the hot tub. On the opposite side, he was far enough away that they weren’t touching, but if she stretched out her legs, her feet would bump into his knees.
    He ducked under the water and bobbed to the surface again, shaking his head and grinning. “Feels good.”
    “Uh-huh.” She tried to look away but couldn’t.
    “Our bad guy’s name is Kruger,” he said. “That’s his alias, anyway.”
    She clenched her hands into fists, fighting to control the passionate urges that coursed through her. She needed to concentrate; his information was important. “You referred to our bad guy. Yours and my dad’s? Are you both looking for the same person?”
    “Not exactly. Your dad, like everybody else in the CIA, is after Kruger. He’s a legendary deep-cover agent—a sleeper. For nearly twenty-two years, he’s lived in the United States and hidden behind an undercover identity. It’s likely that he’s in a position of power. Your dad is aware of him but hasn’t been