The Pregnancy Test by Erin McCarthy Page B

left.”
    “That’s true.” Mandy tried to command herself not to look at his body, but it was hopeless. Already she was raking up and down him like a starving woman at a feast. Or like a horny pregnant woman having sexual dreams about her boss.
    He was sickeningly flawless. Broad chest, a smattering of hair across his well-defined pectorals, a ripped washboard stomach. When he sat back on the lounger, he brought his arms up to cup his head, and Mandy sighed.
    Those were the kind of arms a woman just wanted to sink into.
    If she weren’t pregnant and hiding the fact from her boss.
    “Make sure you put on your sunscreen. This sun is extremely powerful. I slathered it on, and I still got burned on my back and shoulders where I couldn’t reach.” The sun was so hot Mandy had wondered if she were actually cooking her baby in utero.
    She had shifted the chair to the shade of a tiki hut and made sure she drank lots of water and took breaks back in her room, so she thought she was safe, but maybe she ought to look it up in The Everything Guide . After Damien went away.
    “Do you have your sunscreen?” Damien held out his hand. “I’ll get your back.”
    Oh, he did not just say that. Mandy bit her lip. There was just no way she was letting him rub lotion all over her bare back. “Oh, well! I’m in the shade, so I think I’m fine, thanks.”
    “We don’t want your British skin burning.” Damien leaned over and started rooting in her beach bag. “Is your sunscreen in here?”
    How very like a successful businessman to just take over and stick his fingers where they didn’t belong. “No, really…” She trailed off when he pulled out her issue of Baby Talk .
    “What’s this?” He glanced curiously at it.
    She ripped it from his hands. “Oh, just something I picked up by accident.”
    Because it was so easy to confuse a big, bald baby face on the cover with the half-naked women always on Cosmo .
    But she couldn’t worry about how ridiculous her lie sounded when he was bound to encounter The Everything Guide to Pregnancy in another three seconds. Mandy reached out and snagged her beach bag from him.
    “Let me get the sunscreen. You’ll never find it, I have tons of crap just rattling around in here.” Hand deep in the bag, Mandy felt her cheeks heat. Damien’s eyes were shielded behind dark sunglasses, but he looked perplexed. Suspicious.
    Palm closing around it, she pulled the tube of sunscreen out and slapped it into his hand. With a brilliant smile, she tried to distract him. “So, have you been to the buffet for dinner yet? It’s absolutely divine.”
    Damien frowned, and even with the sunglasses shielding his expression, she could tell his gaze had landed on her stomach. Was he putting two and two together—her belly, the magazine…Mandy’s heart started racing, her palms sweating, her cheeks burning from more than the Caribbean sun.
    “I haven’t made it to the buffet, but I’m glad you’re enjoying it. Lots of desserts?” His words were polite, casual, as he tossed the sunscreen from hand to hand.
    Mandy realized with dawning horror just what his words implied. Oh, that was just lovely. He thought she was fat! Two and two in his head hadn’t equaled pregnancy. He thought she’d been hitting the dessert table too hard. Allison was right—men didn’t notice anything.
    Except hard nipples.
    “Turn around,” he said, clearly no idea he had offended her.
    Bloody idiot.
    She gave him her back. “Yes, the desserts are marvelous. You’re going to have to roll me onto the plane.”
    A breeze kicked her hair across her lip, and she pried the strand off as she heard lotion squirt into Damien’s hand.
    His chair squeaked as he scooted forward on it. “That’s good. You look better than when I first met you. I guess it was the flu, but you looked kind of thin. You seem healthier now.”
    Fatter. That’s what he meant.
    Mandy rolled her eyes behind her sunglasses. Then tensed when his hands