The Tycoon's Paternity Agenda / High-Society Seduction: The Tycoon's Paternity Agenda / High-Society Seduction. Michelle Celmer

funeral she’d held it together. And how could he just stand there, like a selfish bastard, when he was the one who put her in this situation? Had he really grown so cold and unfeeling?

      Or was it that he felt too much?

      “I’m sorry,” she said in a wobbly voice. “I’m acting stupid.”

      Another tear spilled over and rolled down her cheek, and he cringed. The gene all men possessed that made them wither at the sight of a crying female kicked into overdrive. Besides, if he didn’t do something, she would probably just interpret it as him being mad at her, or something equally ridiculous.

      Feeling he had no choice, he stepped closer and tugged her into his arms. She came willingly, leaning into the embrace, hands fisted against his chest, head tucked under his chin.

      There it was again, just like when she’d kissed his cheek, that feeling of awareness. As if every touch, every sensation was multiplied tenfold. The softness of her body where it pressed against his. The flowery scent of her hair. The flutter of her breath through his shirt and the warmth that seemed to seep through her clothing to his skin.

      His body began to react the way any man’s would. Well, any man who hadn’t been this physically close to a woman in three years. Or intimate in closer to four. Until recently he couldn’t say he’d missed it. He’d barely given any thought to sex. It was as if his body had been in deep hibernation, unable to feel physical pleasure.

      But he sure as hell could feel it now. And if he didn’t get a hold of himself, she would feel it, too.

      “I’m sorry,” she said again.

      “Would you stop apologizing.”

      “I just feel like, maybe if I had done something different, if I had been more careful.”

      Beating herself up over this wasn’t going to change anything. “It was nothing you did.”

      “But you only have embryos for two more attempts. What if those fail, too?”

      “I knew going into this that there was a chance it wouldn’t work. I do have other options.”

      “But then the last of Becca will be gone forever.”

      “Katy, look at me.” She didn’t move, so he cradled her chin in his palm and lifted her face to his. Big mistake. Her eyes were wide and sad, and so blue he could almost swim in their depths, and when they locked on his, the sensation was so intense he felt it like a physical blow. Whatever it was he’d been about to say to her was lost.

      Her lips parted, like she might speak, and his eyes were drawn to her mouth. Though he knew it was wrong, never had the idea of kissing a woman intrigued him this way. And clearly whatever craziness was causing this, it was doing the same to her. He could tell, by the sudden shift in her demeanor, by the look in her eyes, that she was going to kiss him again. And he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to stop her.

      Not only did he not stop her, but as she rose up, he leaned in to meet her halfway.

      Their lips touched and whatever was left of his common sense evaporated with their mingling breath. His only coherent thought was more. Whatever she was willing to give, he would take.

      So thank God Celia chose that exact instant to call up from the base of the stairs, “The tea is ready!”

      Katy pulled away from him, eyes wide with the realization of what they had just done.

      “We’ll be down in a minute,” he called to Celia.

      “Oh, my God,” she whispered, reaching up to touch her lips. “Did you feel that?”

      Feel it? His heart was about to pound out of his chest. And he couldn’t stop looking at her mouth.

      He needed to get a hold of himself.

      “Okay, this is not that bad,” she said, trying to rationalize a situation that was completely irrational. “We’re both disappointed, and upset. That’s all. This doesn’t mean anything. Right?”

      Leave it to Katy to take the situation and blow it wide open.

      “Right. We’re just upset.” He didn’t know if he actually believed it, but it seemed to be what she needed to hear. Why couldn’t she be one of those women who was content to pretend everything was fine. Like Becca. It had been like pulling teeth to get her to admit when there was a problem, or she was upset about something.

      Of course, that had been no picnic, either. Was there no happy medium?

      “We need to call the doctor’s office,” Katy said. “Find out what we should do.”

      He was glad one of them was thinking clearly. Because the only clear thought he was having right now was how much he’d like to see her naked again.

      They had opened a door, and he couldn’t help wondering if it was only a matter of time before someone stepped through.

      She had kissed Adam. On the mouth.

      One minute Katy had been racked with guilt that the procedure hadn’t worked, and the next she was practically crawling out of her skin, she was so hot for him. And thank God for Celia and her timing, or who knows what might have happened. The possibilities both horrified and intrigued her. Though Becca was gone, he would always be her brother-in-law. Her sister’s husband. To Katy and her parents, who would kill her if they had any clue what had just happened.

      Sure, she’d hoped she and Adam could get to know each other, but she’d never meant in the biblical sense. Talk about going from one extreme to another.

      Like her mom had so eloquently put it, he wasn’t like them. So whatever was causing these weird feelings was going to have to stop.

      Despite the fact that they both seemed determined to forget it happened, their trip to the doctor’s office later that afternoon had been tense. But at least the appointment with Dr. Meyer had been encouraging. He assured her that she’d done nothing to cause the implantation to fail. He wrote her a prescription for hormone shots that she would begin taking a week before the next scheduled implantation. He explained that it could make her womb more hospitable and increase their chances for success.

      She wasn’t sure what the shots were actually doing for her womb, but as she drove back to El Paso the morning of the second procedure, her emotions were in a hopeless tangle.

      What if things were completely awkward between her and Adam? He had emailed her a few times in the past week to check on her, but they hadn’t actually talked since her last visit.

      Like last time, she drove straight to Adam’s house, then Reece took her in the limo to the clinic. She assumed Adam would already be waiting in the lobby, and she was so nervous about seeing him again her hands were trembling. But he wasn’t there yet. She waited in their usual spot by the elevator, wringing her hands. He sent her a text message a few minutes later that said he was running late, and to go on up without him.

      What if he didn’t make it on time? Would they wait for him? The idea of doing this alone made her heart race.

      She took the elevator up to the clinic. She checked in, hoping they would make her wait this time, but the nurse called her back right away. She took her time changing into a gown, her anxiety mounting, waiting for a reply saying that he’d arrived. But when the nurse took her to the procedure room, she had no choice but to leave her phone in her purse.

      He wasn’t going to make it, she realized. Was he really held up at work, or avoiding her? Had that kiss done more damage than she’d realized? This was starting to become a familiar cycle for her. Get close to a man, let her guard down, then inevitably drive him away. What other conclusion could she draw, but that there was something seriously wrong with her? She was like a human deflector. Men got close, then bounced off the surface.

      Most of her friends were already married and starting families. And here she was having a baby for someone else, because she was so unappealing, so unlovable