Of all the insensitive, boorish moves, asking about birth control after the fact had to be right up there at the top of the list. Her mouth dropped open and she stared at him, her leaf green eyes blinking rapidly. Oh, Lord, he hadn’t made her cry, he hoped. He ran his fingers through her autumn-hued hair and caressed her cheek with one thumb. “That didn’t come out the way I meant. It’s just that normally I would think of that first, but you made me so crazy …” The Wendy Thayer Effect. Her muscles relaxed. He could feel them loosening where her legs were wrapped around him, where his hand supported her bare back. “I’m not protected,” she admitted. Michael tried not to show panic, or any of the other myriad feelings stirring around inside him. What if he had a child out of wedlock? What would that do to his plans, not to mention Wendy’s? But some traitorous part of his imagination took another tack. What would Wendy look like waddling around like Maggie Courtland? Would the baby have her auburn hair and green eyes?
