The Pregnancy Discovery

‘Actually, it was to try one more time to ask you to dinner, but without Fred’s assistance. Hey, if you were taking a bath, go right ahead. Don’t waste the water.’

‘I might just do that.’

‘By the way,’ he continued, ‘I have a very interesting scientific question.’

‘Oh?’

‘Are you near a mirror?’

‘What do you think? I’m in a bathroom.’

‘Could you look in the mirror for me and tell me what colour your eyes are when you’re not wearing clothes?’

Instinctively, Meg’s glance flashed to the mirror. But then her cheeks warmed. ‘I’ll tell you no such thing.’ She flung her towel aside and slipped back into the bath.

There was an exaggerated sigh on the other end of the line. ‘Another mystery of science remains unanswered.’

‘I guess your eyes stay blue all the time,’ she heard herself say and she wondered how that sultry, flirtatious little hum had crept into her voice.

‘Yeah. I’m afraid my eyes are boring, boring.’

Hardly boring, Sam, she thought, but didn’t dare say so. She lifted her feet out of the suds and rested her toes on the end of the bath, wondering if she should apply some nail polish to make them more glamorous and, the very next second, wondered why they needed to look glamorous.

‘OK,’ he added, ‘try this. While you’re soaking in the tub, practise saying, “Yes, Sam, I’d love to join you for dinner.”’

To her amazement, Meg heard herself purring a reply in her very best attempt at an American accent. ‘Yes, Sam, I’d lurve to join you for dinner.’

‘Wonderful. I’ll meet you at your place at seven.’

She nearly dropped the phone. ‘Hold on! I was only copying your accent! That wasn’t a real acceptance.’

‘Oh, but Meg,’ he replied, his voice warm and hinting somehow that he was smiling his hottest smile, ‘it was a very, very real invitation.’

When he didn’t hang up but waited in silence for her response, Meg closed her eyes and willed herself to be strong. She was furious with this man. She should have hung up as soon as she’d heard his voice.

Letting out her breath on a gusty sigh, she told him, ‘Nice try, Sam Kirby but, as I said at the start, give up.’

‘Now, that,’ he replied in a husky baritone, ‘is a distinct challenge. I can warn you now, Meg Bennet, if I set myself a goal, I never give up.’

‘And what goal are you aiming for?’

There was a long pause and Meg thought she heard a faint chuckle. ‘I’d settle for your acceptance of my apology. For yesterday.’

Meg closed her eyes. ‘OK. Apology accepted,’ she whispered.

‘Good,’ he said simply. ‘And dinner?’

After a beat, she answered, ‘Dinner declined.’

She disconnected the phone and let it drop onto the bath mat and, sinking beneath the sudsy water, she wished she felt more pleased about turning Sam down.

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