Ugly visions of violence played through his consciousness, and he reached for Clea, pulling her close. She wriggled beside him with a sleepy sigh, her back spooned to his torso. He kissed her nape and she arched against him like a cat. His body leaped instantly to life. This time their passion was less playful. It held a fierce and relentless edge. Afterward, Brand wound his arms around her and pulled her up against his body, his eyes drifting shut. Under the hand that rested on her belly something moved. Brand started, shocked, his mind reeling in turmoil. A baby. A family. His family… In his embrace Clea shifted in her sleep, murmuring restlessly before her breathing settled into a regular rhythm. But it was a long time before sleep claimed him. Brand was wakened by a woodpecker drumming in the chestnut tree outside the window. Beside him, Clea didn’t stir. Turning on his side, he propped himself up on an elbow and watched her as the day brightened. At last her eyes opened, and in the early morning light he caught the first flare of surprise.
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