The Secretary's Secret by Michelle Douglas Page A

breakfast.’
    Who the hell did this woman think she was? He was tempted to shove her back out of the door again. ‘Look, I’m worried about her too. I mean to make sure she follows the doctor’s orders to the letter.’
    ‘I’m going to pop my head in to check on her.’
    ‘Don’t wake her,’ he growled.
    She tossed him a withering glance before disappearing down the hallway that led to Kit’s bedroom.
    He scowled after her. She had another thing coming if she thought he was offering her coffee.
    Darn it! She was Kit’s friend. He stalked into the kitchen and put the jug on to boil.
    Caro entered moments later. ‘You and me—’ she pointed to him ‘—outside, now.’
    He blinked. ‘Are you calling me out for a fight? I’ve got to warn you, Caro, I don’t hit women.’
    She smiled sweetly. ‘It should be a walkover then, shouldn’t it?’ She glared and held the back door open. ‘I want to talk to you and I don’t want to disturb Kit while I’m doing it.’
    And she was itching to bawl him out. It didn’t take a degree in economics and a finely honed ability to read people to figure that one out. He decided it might be safer if Caro didn’t have a hot drink in her hand. He preceded her out of the door and into the back garden. Kit’s bedroom faced the street. They shouldn’t disturb her out here.
    ‘How long before you shoot through again?’
    Again? What did she mean, again?
    He rolled his shoulders and scowled. If he’d known Kit was pregnant he wouldn’t have left for Africa when he had. He’d have… delayed it for a week? a sarcastic voice muttered in his head.
    He thrust out his jaw, folded his arms. ‘I’m not leaving today. I told Kit I’d be here for her and I will be. There are things we need to sort out.’
    Caro folded her arms too. ‘You can forget it if you mean to offer her money.’
    ‘This is none of your damn business.’
    ‘Kit is my best friend. I love her. Can you say the same?’
    For a moment he couldn’t utter a single word. The same suffocating shroud that had blanketed him at Frank and Doreen’s last night twisted about him now.
    ‘Exactly what I thought,’ she snorted. ‘You’re going to turn tail and run.’
    ‘I am not!’ he shot back, stung by the loathing in her voice. He’d wanted to bolt yesterday, but he was still here now, wasn’t he? ‘And I have to pay child support. It’s a legal requirement.’ That was only honourable and right.
    She stuck out a hip. ‘You’re a right piece of work, aren’t you?’
    His jaw dropped.
    The next moment Caro’s face was wreathed in smiles. ‘Hey, honey-bun, you’re supposed to be in bed.’
    He turned to find Kit in the doorway. She raised an eyebrow in his direction. ‘You’re still here.’
    Had she thought he’d do a runner while she was asleep? He straightened. That was exactly what she’d thought. He forced himself to grin—no stress, the doctor had said. ‘Sure I’m still here.’ She was still convinced he meant to abandon her.
    Isn’t that exactly what you mean to do?
    He bit back an expletive. He wasn’t doing happy families, but he thought about that hole in her wall. Someone had to fix it. He could fix it.
    He could make sure Kit had everything she needed and that she was ready for the baby before he sailed off into the sunset.
    Kit glanced from Caro to him. He did all he could to keep his expression bland. He tried not to groan when she moistened her lips.
    ‘What’s going on out here?’
    ‘Caro and I were just having a chat.’ He would not upset her. ‘You know the doctor’s orders. You want me to carry you back to bed?’
    ‘I’m going, I’m going. May I have a chamomile tea?’
    ‘Coming right up.’
    Kit disappeared. Caro grabbed his arm before he reached the back door. ‘You mess with my friend and I’ll come after you with a meat cleaver.’
    He held the door open for her, bowed her inside. ‘Chamomile tea for you too?’
    ‘Ooh, lovely.’
    She’d pay for that