Her Unexpected Baby. Trish Wylie

don’t smile.’

      ‘I most certainly do. See?’ She tilted her head and smiled a big fake smile that showed her straight teeth.

      ‘You don’t smile at me.’

      ‘Does that upset you?’ She blinked innocently.

      He practically growled at her, instead whispering through slightly gritted teeth, ‘You could just come on over and do that thing you do to help sell this house.’

      She shrugged, smiling over his shoulder at the Lamonts. ‘Oh, you’re doing just fine, from what I can see.’

      He studied her through narrowed eyes for several long moments. She was just so completely and utterly irritating. Everything about her irritated him, from her beautiful, flawless, not-a-hair-out-of-place exterior to her highly organised way of doing things. She was what would have once been termed as ‘unflappable’, and that just really annoyed Adam.

      Adam, who lived by the seat of his pants in a chaotic little world of his own.

      It had worked for him his whole life, and he had never felt there was a single thing wrong with it. Until Little Miss Perfect came along.

      ‘Stop smiling at me, then.’

      She raised her elegant eyebrows a barely visible notch and looked up at him with cool blue eyes. ‘Well, if it’s annoying you so much…’

      Adam shook his head, cupped one large hand over her elbow and pulled her up from her perched position on the edge of the desk. ‘Customers, Dana. The people who pay our wages.’ He leaned close to her ear. ‘People we are not having an argument in front of. So, whatever it is you’re doing—quit it.’

      Dana gently extricated her elbow from the warm grasp that tingled through to her skin, smoothed the front of her jacket with her hands and then side-stepped to get past Adam’s bulk. Her calm smile remained throughout. She had irritated him, and that was always worthwhile.

      Mrs Lamont smiled as she approached. ‘The house is beautiful, Dana. You have just done some wonderful things with the plans for the interior. I’m so glad Lucy recommended you.’

      Dana smiled a more genuine smile. Louise Lamont’s sister Lucy had been a friend from her college days, and Donovan & Lewis had designed her new home for her just a few months ago. ‘I’m really glad you like it, Louise. All we did was put what you’d described into a few pictures, and it’s every bit as beautiful as you knew it would be.’

      Ah. There it was. That thing she did.

      Adam smiled. Louise Lamont hadn’t had any more of an idea of what she wanted in a house than she had of how to perform major brain surgery. Every design magazine she’d bought had changed her mind, until the place was pretty much bound to end up looking similar to Santa’s grotto. Then there was Dana, and suddenly Louise had loved a mixture of modern clean lines and classic design, just as if she’d wanted it all from the beginning and it had been her idea and not Dana’s. The woman really did believe that the house had been all her idea and that she was practically a design genius!

      Devious.

      Louise positively beamed. ‘Lucy can’t wait to see you at the reunion. She says she’s going to tell everyone that they should see Donovan & Lewis if they want a house done.’

      Dana felt warmth tinge her cheeks. She avoided Louise’s direct gaze and glanced over her shoulder. ‘I’m not actually going to make it to the reunion, I’m afraid. We’re terribly busy at the moment.’

      Adam’s eyebrows raised. She was uncomfortable? That got his interest.

      ‘Oh, but you must, Dana. Everyone’s expecting to see you since that article you had done in Ireland’s Home & Hearth.’ She practically drooled the name of the design magazine. It had been obvious from day one that that was where Louise would have liked to see a photo spread of her new house. Nothing to do with family comfort or a personal pleasure in her surroundings…

      ‘Not this time.’ Dana smiled sweetly. ‘But I’m sure I’ll make the next one.’

      Now, that was a lie. Adam didn’t know how he knew, but he knew. He’d just caught Dana Taylor lying about something. Oh, this was good. It had to be something big, and Adam really, really needed to know what it was. That kind of information could prove worth a fortune on the open market. How to flap the unflappable…

      ‘Well, we’re not so busy we couldn’t spare you for one evening, Dana.’ He stepped into the fray with a wide smile. ‘A reunion, is it? I just love those—don’t you, Louise?’

      Louise fluttered her eyelashes at him, blushing faintly at his use of her first name. Good God. Dana wanted badly to be sick.

      She turned her head slightly towards Adam and gave him one of her best ‘stay the hell out’ smiles. He’d witnessed them several times, so it shouldn’t take much for him to know it was time to stop.

      ‘I love them, Adam.’ The woman actually giggled like a ten-year-old. Dana knew that for a fact, due to the endless giggling of her own ten-year-old. Oh, come on! She glanced at Mr Lamont to see if he’d noticed. But they’d obviously hit that period in their marriage where he had developed selective deafness.

      ‘You should go, Dana. I bet it would be fun.’

      Under normal circumstances she’d have wiped the grin off his face with a swift, cutting remark that would in turn have led to a disagreement and stony silence in the office for a few hours. Instead she took a small breath and stared him straight in the eye. ‘You know how seriously I take my work, Adam. I really don’t have time to go.’

      Adam had translated her smile to mean ‘stay the hell out’, and grinned even wider. This was great. Seriously. He’d pay good money for moments like this. He slung an arm around her slender shoulders, fitting her pretty much under his expensively scented armpit, and, giving her a squeeze, continued to flirt with Louise.

      ‘She’s just so dedicated, isn’t she? But I think I’ll manage to persuade her to go along, don’t you?’

      ‘Oh, I’m sure if anyone can it would be you. I’m sure you’re very persuasive.’

      Ugh! The very thought. Dana managed not to shudder.

      ‘Not this year. Maybe next time.’ She side-stepped out of Adam’s grip and pointed at the plans in front of Mr Lamont. ‘You’ll see we’ve kept the staircase open to allow light to flood through to the dining room.’

      Mr Lamont nodded and studied the plans again.

      Adam wasn’t so easily distracted. ‘When did you say this thing was, Louise?’

      ‘Oh, it’s this weekend. It’s not too late for Dana to go. She was so popular back in college. I think that’s why Lucy said Jim took such an interest—’ Louise’s eyes burned into the back of Dana’s head. ‘Oh, Dana, I do hope that’s not the reason why you’re not going. Is Jim going to be there? Oh, my, that could be awkward, couldn’t it?’

      Adam’s eyebrows shot upwards. ‘Jim who?’

      Dana’s eyes locked with Mr Lamont’s for a second before she smiled and turned back round. ‘Jim Taylor. My ex.’ She aimed the words at Adam with an icy stare. ‘And, no, that’s not the reason I’m not going, Louise,’ she lied without losing her smile. ‘I really am busy. After all, we wouldn’t want your project falling behind schedule, would we?’

      Louise looked terrified at the very idea. ‘Oh goodness, no, we wouldn’t! I’ve planned to have photographers there for Christmas—haven’t I, Paul?’

      Paul Lamont glanced in her direction. ‘If you say so, pet, I’m sure you have.’

      ‘Well, then.’ Dana nodded coolly. ‘We’d better get these final plans approved, hadn’t we?’

      She shot a sidelong threatening glare at Adam as she turned. She could see