She still didn’t feel well, and a glance in the mirror confirmed her worst fears. She looked an absolute wreck. Pale skin, dark rings under her eyes. The doctor had prescribed some tablets that took away the worst of the morning sickness otherwise she wouldn’t have been able to get out of bed. She arrived at her office, pushed open the door and stopped dead. Fit and suntanned, devastatingly handsome, Bryce lolled against her desk. “Did you have a good holiday? You’ve got a nice tan.” She had become a talented actress, no doubt about it. “Yes I had a great time, but you don’t look so good. Is something wrong?” Is something wrong? Hysteria surged through her and she clamped her lips together so the screams wouldn’t spew out of her mouth. “No, nothing’s wrong,” she lied. You just got me pregnant. What would he say if he knew? “I’ve had a touch of gastro, I think, but I’m recovering now.”
