Pregnancy Proposals: The Duke's Baby. Rebecca Winters

heads of pink and white water lilies, he made a picture of impossible male beauty. Appearing like this made him seem part of the enchantment of the place.

      “I thought swimming across the lake would be the best way to announce I was coming. After our first meeting, the last thing I wanted to do was startle you again.”

      Everything about him pulled the ground out from under her, but that was her problem, not his.

      “You move like an animal and swim like a fish. If I see you fly, then I’m going to know Merlin haunts these woods.”

      His blue eyes darkened with some emotion she didn’t understand. “Why not join me? I’ll show you one of the château’s secrets no one else knows about. You have to swim to it, but don’t worry. The lake’s not deep.”

      Her heart lurched at the thought of being alone with him like this. “I’m afraid I didn’t bring a suit.”

      “You have one now. Corinne, my father’s stepdaughter, keeps extras around for her girlfriends.” He tossed her a small plastic bag he’d been holding in his hand. It landed at her feet.

      Andrea leaned over and opened it. Inside was a cherry-red bikini. She found it odd Lance hadn’t referred to Corinne as the woman he planned to marry. But since his personal life was none of her business, she kept quiet about it.

      “There’s plenty of cover. Hurry and put it on. I’ll wait for you,” he said before vanishing beneath the lily pads.

      However much he might not like it, she realized Lance was endeavoring to extend the olive branch. Geoff had wanted to show her around and must have put his son up to this. To refuse would be churlish of her.

      If she said no, it would only prove she hadn’t forgiven him. In truth, considering his scathing view of women, he might think she’d read more into that angry kiss than punishment.

      Forgetting her lethargy for the moment, she moved behind a pine tree and changed into the two-piece suit. It fit, but just barely.

      Lured by the sense of adventure surrounding him despite his brooding air of cynicism, Andrea removed her sneakers and put them in a pile with her things, then walked down to the water’s edge. He waved to her from a short distance away.

      With her heart pounding hard, she waded into the cold, still water and pushed off toward him. After a few strokes she recovered from the initial shock and discovered the temperature was invigorating.

      His intent gaze beckoned her closer. “Follow me,” was all he said before swimming to the middle of the lake where he did an expert somersault into the depths.

      With less grace Andrea imitated him, glad for her ponytail that prevented the hair from getting in her eyes. As soon as she reached him, he pointed to an object lying on the floor of the lake. She looked down.

      Partially hidden among the plants lay a knight’s sword and shield. Fingers of sunlight illuminated their metallic outlines. In this underworld, anything seemed possible. Andrea wanted to stay longer and inspect them, but she was too out of shape and breath. She began to feel a little panicky.

      Lance must have picked up on her alarm because he put his arms around her and they ascended to the surface together. Their swift rise made her somewhat dizzy. This time she clung to his powerful body in order to drink in air.

      Unlike last time he didn’t thrust her away as if she’d been the one to initiate the contact.

      “Are you all right?”

      She felt his husky tone resonate throughout her body.

      “Yes. Just a little winded for some reason.” Their bodies brushed against each other in a tangle of limbs. “Where did that sword and shield come from?”

      “Years ago my father planted those to give me and my friends a thrill. We decided to leave them there.”

      She smiled. “That sounds like Geoff. You were lucky to have such a wonderful father.”

      As she’d spoken, her lips happened to graze the scar at the side of his neck. It ran from his collarbone into the black hair behind his ear. The bronze of his skin made it stand out a pinkish white.

      “I hope the man who gave this to you isn’t in a position to hurt anyone again,” she whispered, afraid to touch it with her fingers in case it was sensitive.

      His lids veiled his eyes. “What if I told you it was a woman?”

      A female soldier?

      The picture of Lance in mortal combat with a woman managed to disturb her in a whole slew of new and different ways. Any other thoughts went out of her head.

      “It looks like a recent wound. D-does it hurt?” she stammered.

      “No.”

      “I’m glad.”

      “Are you?” came the voice of skepticism.

      “That you’re not in pain?” she blurted in exasperation. “Of course!”

      Embarrassed by the intimate exchange and proximity of their bodies, she pushed away from him and began treading water on her own.

      He moved closer. “After the way I treated you last night, you have every reason to despise me.”

      “You’re right, but that was last night, and you said you were sorry. Let’s forget it, shall we? Your father is overjoyed you’ve come home. Some men and women don’t return from war, or if they do, they’ve lost limbs or—”

      “Or other unspeakable things?” he mocked. “That’s true.” His shuttered eyes continued to search hers. “Unfortunately war isn’t the only place for losses to occur. How long were you married to your husband?”

      “Six years.”

      “You’re still so young.”

      “Almost twenty-eight. Not quite the child you assumed was ingratiating herself to your father,” she reminded him.

      He studied her in the dappled light. “No man would ever mistake you for a child. But I did think you were younger.”

      “So I gathered earlier.”

      “I guess you know you’ve made a conquest of my father.”

      Lance didn’t believe in mincing words. He’d followed her to the lac for a definite reason.

      Andrea decided to be blunt, too. “I take it you’re not happy about it.”

      “No,” he answered in a morose tone.

      One thing she could count on with him was his brutal honesty. “Give me through to tomorrow afternoon, then you’ll have him all to yourself.”

      He trod water opposite her. “You know as well as I do he doesn’t want you to leave.”

      “Geoff has his son back. That’s all he cares about.”

      “Not all,” Lance muttered cryptically.

      She shook her head to avoid a bee buzzing around her. “I’m aware he has great plans for you.”

      Maybe it was a cloud blotting out the sun that threw his features into shadow.

      “Do you know, you have the softest skin I’ve ever felt.”

      The unexpected change in conversation had been spoken with such stark candor, white-hot heat spread through her body. She started to swim away from him, but he made a lazy circle around her.

      “I’m the first man to kiss you since your husband, aren’t I?”

      The heat of anger filled her cheeks. “Don’t worry. I’m not waiting for a repeat performance.”

      Of course he didn’t believe her, but the slight hint of mockery etched in his expression was the last straw.

      “Not every recent widow is