The Convenient Cowboy. Heidi Hormel

      “I have an appointment.”

      “For next week. That’s too far away. I’ll call from the office, and if that doesn’t work, then I’ll get Payson to call them.”

      Olympia had just opened her mouth when crickets sounded from her pocket. She pulled out the phone and narrowed her tabby-cat eyes at him in an obvious this-conversation-is-not-done look. “Hey, Jessie, what’s up?” She took a small step from the door. He didn’t walk away. Her paleness worried him. He didn’t want to leave her alone until she was in bed or sitting on the couch. “Payson told you what?”

      Apparently, doctor-patient privacy didn’t count when it was your brother.

      “Yeah. That night. I can’t talk about it now. I’ve got to go.” Olympia shoved the phone into her jeans’ pocket and turned slowly to him. “You told your brother? We decided to keep it quiet until we worked everything out.”

      “I called him for medical advice. I wanted to know about morning sickness.”

      “Get that damned agreement out now because we’re going to hammer this out. I don’t want any more surprises.”

      “You do know that eventually everyone will know you’re pregnant.”

      “We’d better be divorced before then.”

      He opened his mouth to tell her that if anyone really looked at her now, they’d know. He glanced down where her shirt stretched across her breasts. The generous curves had swelled to... She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him. He said hastily, “I’ll get you toast and soda, then we’ll talk about the prenup.”

      “I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”