She needed to get pregnant. Okay, so she wasn’t quite ready to give up the birth control yet. She had to be sure she could face him walking away from her, before she considered facing him walk away from a child as well. To do either, they needed to make love. No, no, no. Not make love, have sex. There was no love involved. Keep telling yourself that. Just like you ignore the guilt twisting your gut for not telling him about getting pregnant. Why did her damned morals keep pulling at her conscience? He didn’t care. He walked away before. He didn’t know. Shut up! I’ll tell him. Later. Chaney pressed her hands over her ears as if it would stop her conscience from bothering her. She couldn’t listen to it. This was a matter of saving her livelihood. She had to stop worrying and think of a way to convince him sleeping together without love was okay. When they went to bed that night, she hadn’t come up with anything. Her worries grew when Jed stayed as far on his side of the bed as possible.
