when she’d been out of sight, but with her right on the other side of that door, and probably crying, Shawknew he was soon going to have to come to terms with her and the baby.
But how?
How did he come to terms with having Sabrina in his life when having her there felt as if he were betraying Fay?
He heard the water running in the sink, and several moments later, the door opened. She ducked around him, dodging his gaze, but he saw the red eyes.
Yep, he’d made her cry.
Maybe he should just hit himself in the head with a rock. It might make him feel better.
“What’s the latest on the case?” she asked.
Shaw didn’t really want to have the conversation he was about to launch into, but it was time to clear the air. Well, partly. He just needed to get Sabrina and him to a place where…where…
But he couldn’t finish that.
He just didn’t want all this emotion eating up the air between them.
Shaw caught her arm and turned her around to face him. “This baby is a miracle for me, too,” he told her. “I want to be a father. Always have. And it doesn’t matter that we’re not…friends…or whatever, we’ll make this work.” He frowned, not liking the sound of that.
And why the hell was he hemming and hawing?
He wasn’t the hemming and hawing type.
“We’ll make the shared custody work,” he amended.
She nodded, and her chin came up. He recognized that gesture and knew it was all for show. He also saw the tears that still watered her eyes.
“Pregnancy hormones,” she complained and swiped away the tears.
Shaw mumbled another, “Hell.” And before he could talk himself out of it, he pulled her into his arms much as he’d done in the car after he’d rescued her from that abandoned building.
But this was way different.
In the car, they’d been side by side. Now, they were face-to-face. The baby was between them, of course, but it was still body to body contact. That contact got even closer when her head dropped to his shoulder. She whispered something he couldn’t understand, didn’t want to understand, and her hot breath hit against his neck.
That tug below his belt became a strong pull.
Oh, man.
It’d been months since he’d had a woman, and his body was reminding him of that.
Sabrina slid her arms around him, drawing him closer. He gritted his teeth but didn’t back away. He owed her a little TLC. But it wasn’t TLC that kept going through his mind.
Was traditional sex even possible when a woman was eight months pregnant? Heck. He didn’t care if it was traditional. His body was starting to suggest other possibilities.
“Yes,” he heard Sabrina say, and for one heart-stopping moment, he thought he’d asked that traditional sex question aloud.
Shaw pulled back and looked at her.
She looked up at him. Frowned. Then, cursed. “Yes, I’m aroused,” she whispered as if confessing to a murder. She glanced down at her nipples, and with the thin, snugcotton, he could see those nipples were puckered. “Sorry about that.”
Again, he was speechless. But not numb. Hell, he was aroused, too.
“It’s the pregnancy hormones again. Foot cramps, crying spells and the libido of a teenage boy. A libido I haven’t acted on, by the way.” She turned away from him again and groaned. “And I’m so sorry for telling you that. Don’t worry. I’m not asking you to do anything about it.”
Too bad. His body was ready to help her out, even though his mind was pulling him back. But Shaw knew from experience that a man’s mind rarely won out in situations like this. If this had been any woman other than Sabrina, he would have tested the logistics of having sex during the last trimester of pregnancy.
“What’s happening with the case?” she repeated.
He just stared at her. Or rather he stared at her backside. And the air continued to stir, hot and thick, around them. And hot and thick was exactly how he felt.
“Any news about my client, Gavin Cunningham?” Sabrina pressed,
But how?
How did he come to terms with having Sabrina in his life when having her there felt as if he were betraying Fay?
He heard the water running in the sink, and several moments later, the door opened. She ducked around him, dodging his gaze, but he saw the red eyes.
Yep, he’d made her cry.
Maybe he should just hit himself in the head with a rock. It might make him feel better.
“What’s the latest on the case?” she asked.
Shaw didn’t really want to have the conversation he was about to launch into, but it was time to clear the air. Well, partly. He just needed to get Sabrina and him to a place where…where…
But he couldn’t finish that.
He just didn’t want all this emotion eating up the air between them.
Shaw caught her arm and turned her around to face him. “This baby is a miracle for me, too,” he told her. “I want to be a father. Always have. And it doesn’t matter that we’re not…friends…or whatever, we’ll make this work.” He frowned, not liking the sound of that.
And why the hell was he hemming and hawing?
He wasn’t the hemming and hawing type.
“We’ll make the shared custody work,” he amended.
She nodded, and her chin came up. He recognized that gesture and knew it was all for show. He also saw the tears that still watered her eyes.
“Pregnancy hormones,” she complained and swiped away the tears.
Shaw mumbled another, “Hell.” And before he could talk himself out of it, he pulled her into his arms much as he’d done in the car after he’d rescued her from that abandoned building.
But this was way different.
In the car, they’d been side by side. Now, they were face-to-face. The baby was between them, of course, but it was still body to body contact. That contact got even closer when her head dropped to his shoulder. She whispered something he couldn’t understand, didn’t want to understand, and her hot breath hit against his neck.
That tug below his belt became a strong pull.
Oh, man.
It’d been months since he’d had a woman, and his body was reminding him of that.
Sabrina slid her arms around him, drawing him closer. He gritted his teeth but didn’t back away. He owed her a little TLC. But it wasn’t TLC that kept going through his mind.
Was traditional sex even possible when a woman was eight months pregnant? Heck. He didn’t care if it was traditional. His body was starting to suggest other possibilities.
“Yes,” he heard Sabrina say, and for one heart-stopping moment, he thought he’d asked that traditional sex question aloud.
Shaw pulled back and looked at her.
She looked up at him. Frowned. Then, cursed. “Yes, I’m aroused,” she whispered as if confessing to a murder. She glanced down at her nipples, and with the thin, snugcotton, he could see those nipples were puckered. “Sorry about that.”
Again, he was speechless. But not numb. Hell, he was aroused, too.
“It’s the pregnancy hormones again. Foot cramps, crying spells and the libido of a teenage boy. A libido I haven’t acted on, by the way.” She turned away from him again and groaned. “And I’m so sorry for telling you that. Don’t worry. I’m not asking you to do anything about it.”
Too bad. His body was ready to help her out, even though his mind was pulling him back. But Shaw knew from experience that a man’s mind rarely won out in situations like this. If this had been any woman other than Sabrina, he would have tested the logistics of having sex during the last trimester of pregnancy.
“What’s happening with the case?” she repeated.
He just stared at her. Or rather he stared at her backside. And the air continued to stir, hot and thick, around them. And hot and thick was exactly how he felt.
“Any news about my client, Gavin Cunningham?” Sabrina pressed,
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