Surely he hadn't heard right. He simply couldn't have heard her correctly. There were so many things she could have asked for. A lump sum of money. A partnership in the business. The deed to the small house that she lived in rent-free as part of her compensation. But he'd never have guessed that she wanted a... that she wanted him to... No. He simply hadn't heard her correctly. But before he could ask, however, she slowly and succinctly repeated her demand. "I want a baby." Chelsea's spine was stiff and she sat there frozen in her chair, obviously waiting for him to respond. But the four little words that had slipped from her mouth had dumbfounded him. Hell, he'd been walking around feeling dazed since attending the reading of his grandfather's will. This off-kilter state ought to have started feeling pretty natural by now, but it hadn't. And Chelsea was proving to him that there were deeper depths of confusion to be explored. "I..." he began. Then he clamped his lips shut, his green gaze shifting toward the ceiling and then back to her.
