In any case, he didn’t think it wise to continue this particular discussion in the nude. Lauren’s lovely body made it impossible for him to concentrate. To make matters worse, he swore he could almost hear her ovaries ringing the wedding march. Cursing himself for failing to use protection in the fervor of the moment, he just hoped she wasn’t pregnant. Or did he? The thought of fathering a baby with this woman was not altogether unappealing. In fact, the warm glow he felt deep inside gave him reason to pause. But, having been pushed into a bad marriage before by a woman who used her pregnancy as a lifetime meal ticket and then discarded his baby as if it were no more than a cancelled stub, Travis was leery of making the same mistake again. After his divorce, he’d promised himself never to let his libido overcome logical, rational thought again. That promise might as well have been written in the sand for all the good it had done him tonight. You would think that a man would have better sense to try filling his canteen from a poisoned creek after nearly dying there before.
