She was also hurt by his matter-of-fact tone, as if her emotional attachment was simply a convenience that smoothed his path now. “What did you expect, that I was empty-headed enough that I was just having sex with you?” “Meaning that was how I was with you?” His grip on her arms gentled. “Calm down. I didn’t know until that moment. I’m…pleased.” “Because it makes things easier?” “We’re getting married,” he said flatly. “This is not some business deal.” He didn’t make the mistake of trying to kiss her. Instead he released her, walked over to the coffee table and picked the ring up. The diamond shimmered in the light, impossibly beautiful, but it was the determined set to Lucas’s jaw, the rock-solid patience in his gaze, that riveted her. “What if I’m not pregnant?” “We’ll deal with that possibility when we get to it.”
