Pregnancy Proposals: The Duke's Baby. Rebecca Winters

respect her feelings and keep his needs from growing out of control was to concentrate on the baby.

      With that decision firmly in place he kissed her cheek before levering himself from the driver’s seat to help her out.

      When he looked up, he noticed the light in his father’s room had been turned off.

      “Papa’s gone to bed,” he said as he ushered Andrea into the foyer and up the stairs. “We’ll tell him over lunch. That’ll give both of you time to sleep in. How does that sound?”

      When they reached her door she raised tremulous eyes to him. “That’ll give you time in case you have a change of mind during the night.”

      He drew in a harsh breath. “Not a chance in hell.”

      When morning came Andrea didn’t experience any nausea, yet her stomach felt fluttery. What if Geoff had reservations? She’d see it in his eyes immediately.

      Without time to lose she hurriedly took another pill and her vitamins before getting dressed for the day. Andrea didn’t want anyone waiting on her. No one should have to climb all those stairs to bring her something to eat.

      She put on fresh coral lipstick and brushed out her hair. It swished against the shoulders of her khaki blouse. Since all her pants were too tight to be comfortable, she donned the same wraparound skirt she’d worn a few days earlier. It accommodated her thickening belly.

      The next time she went to town she’d buy some new clothes. She still had to pinch herself that she’d joined the ranks of those fortunate women who needed to visit a maternity shop.

      As she descended the stairs, her whole world felt different. Because she was going to be a mother, and Lance would be the baby’s father, the knowledge colored her thinking. She had a new reason to live.

      Lance happened to be on his way up to her floor wearing charcoal trousers and a claret toned sport shirt. Her breath caught at the sight of such potent masculinity. If she hadn’t cried his name in time, they would have collided.

      As it was, his hand fell on her shoulder. She felt its warmth all the way to her bones. His eyes roved over her features in male admiration. “You look like a different person this morning. Motherhood becomes you.”

      Everything he said sounded intimate and personal. “It must be that and the medicine. I’m much improved even since yesterday.”

      She noticed the visible rise and fall of his well-defined chest. “I’m glad to hear it. I told Papa we wanted to have lunch with him. He’s looking forward to it.”

      “How does he seem physically?”

      “He’s getting back to his old self in a hurry.” Lance’s eyes scrutinized her. “Where were you going so fast?”

      “To the library to do some research before lunch.”

      His hand slid away from her arm with seeming reluctance. “While you do that I’ll be in the study doing some business.”

      By tacit agreement they went down to the main floor together. She’d never been more aware of his height. He smelled so good—looked so good—If Lancelot had this same effect on Guinevere, Andrea could understand why Arthur’s dream failed and Camelot ceased to exist.

      Lance accompanied her to the double doors of the library. His close proximity created havoc with her senses.

      “I’ll look in on you later and remind you to take another pill,” he whispered.

      Inhaling an unsteady breath she said, “There’s no chance of my forgetting.”

      “I’m not so sure. With all those drawings to look at, you’ll be riveted. I spent a lot of my boyhood in there and know their fascination.”

      “I don’t doubt it.”

      Afraid to look at him she hurried inside, needing to put distance between them as a safeguard against her growing attraction to him.

      The château’s library contained priceless books pertaining to the Du Lac family as well as thousands of titles dealing with all aspects of Arthurian legend. Some had been written in Breton, an old Brittany language resembling Cornish and Welsh.

      Andrea found its history intriguing. She could understand how Richard had gotten caught up in the lore of the region. The various versions of the Knights of the Round Table could keep you engrossed indefinitely.

      Two hours later, after she’d settled down to read an interesting piece in English on Perceval’s search for the Holy Grail, she heard female voices outside the door. It was probably a conversation between the maids. She continued her study of the text, unaware someone had entered the library until a woman spoke to her.

      “Mrs. Fallon?”

      “Yes?” Andrea got to her feet. A tall, striking blonde in an expensive three peach colored suit had entered the room. She appeared to be Andrea’s age, or maybe a little older.

      “I’m Corinne Du Lac.”

      Du Lac?

      That meant she must have taken Geoff’s name when her mother married him.

      “How do you do.”

      The woman Lance planned to marry emitted amazing self-possession. And why not? Geoff would have welcomed her like a beloved daughter because it was the way he was made.

      She drew closer until Andrea could see her light blue eyes. “Brigitte explained why you’re here. I understand you lost your husband recently. May I extend my condolences.”

      “Thank you.”

      “Have you accomplished everything needful for his book yet?”

      “For the most part, yes. I’m still hoping to get a picture of a stag or a wild boar.”

      “They’re very elusive creatures. I’ve never seen a boar in the forest. It could take a long time. If you’d like, I’ll ask the groundskeeper to keep a watch and get some pictures. I’d be happy to send them to you.”

      She spoke excellent English. Andrea could only marvel. “That would be very nice of you. Geoff has been wonderful to let me stay here.”

      “Everyone adores him, but no one more than I. He’s the only father I’ve ever known. Mine abandoned me and my mother.”

      “I’m sorry,” Andrea commiserated. “My parents died before I turned four, so I understand how it leaves a big hole in your heart.”

      “Geoff filled mine. When he and mother divorced, he didn’t let it make any difference to our relationship.”

      So far Lance’s name hadn’t been mentioned. An intentional omission?

      “He wouldn’t. He’s too genuine for that.”

      “We love each other.”

      Andrea didn’t doubt it.

      “Since he’s resting, would you like to drive to Lyseaux for lunch? I just got back from a long trip to Australia and am yearning to taste French food again.”

      Evidently she hadn’t caught up with Lance yet.

      “I’d enjoy that, but I need to finish up my work here this morning.”

      The other woman’s brows knit together. “Why is that? I thought the book was your husband’s project.”

      “It was, but I was also his assistant and am looking for something special on Lancelot to turn in to the publisher with his manuscript.”

      She folded her arms, resting her slender hip on the edge of the table. “There must be thousands of books on him.”

      “There are. I’m sure my husband read them all. He was steeped in legends surrounding King Arthur’s court. But being a professor, he was determined to add his own fresh outlook. The Château Du Lac captured his imagination and mine.”