Wiona’s eyes flew open, wide and round. Her cheeks flushed bright red in an instant. Her heart pounded so hard she could barely catch her breath. She felt completely thrown off, her mind a mess of panic and confusion. With nothing else to do, she grabbed her glass of milk and gulped it down, hoping to hide in the moment.
“Um… maybe I should just eat breakfast first… I’m kind of hungry… If I wait, everything will get cold…” Her words tumbled out, desperate for a distraction.
Before she could finish, Conrad caught her wrist and held her gently against the chair. He was careful, mindful of her belly, but his face hovered just inches from hers, close enough that she could feel his breath and the tension between them.
“Let’s not change the subject. It’s your turn to answer, Ms. Morgan. You brought this up, so why are you running away now?”
Wiona bit hard on her lower lip, feeling more and more flustered. She had only wanted to talk about his feelings, to get some clarity, but he’d gone straight to talking about marriage. She couldn’t even look at him.
“Mr. Sullivan, please, calm down,” she said softly. “I just wanted to make sense of what’s going on between us. I asked those questions because I needed to know. But I just got divorced a few days ago. I’m really not ready to even think about getting married again.”
Conrad leaned even closer, his lips near her ear. She could feel the warmth of his breath, see the blush spreading all the way to her ears. He swallowed, voice low. “Then why keep teasing me? Do you have any idea what you do to me? I can’t stop thinking about you.”
Wiona’s eyes widened in disbelief. “That’s not true. I never—when did I ever tease you? It was you...” She caught herself mid-sentence, forcing the rest back down.
It was him, always leaving her flustered, always blurring the line between teasing and sincerity.
Conrad watched her face, a hint of a smile in his eyes. “It was me, what? Why not finish your thought?”
Wiona bit her lip again, harder this time, searching for some shred of composure. “It’s nothing. You misunderstood, Mr. Sullivan.”
Conrad’s hand came up, big and warm, cupping her cheek. His thumb brushed the spot where she’d bitten her lip. “Don’t bite yourself again. If you do, I might not be so gentle next time.”
Wiona’s breath caught in her throat. This was the first time she truly realized how it felt to be caught in a man’s gaze, to feel herself burn under the intensity of his attention. His eyes alone made her dizzy, unsteady, and every word out of his mouth sent her heart into chaos.
She’d thought bringing up their relationship would give her some answers, but she never expected to lose control like this. Conrad was unpredictable, wild, and she had no idea what he would do next.
But now that everything was out in the open, Conrad wasn’t about to back down. Maybe he’d planned to take things slow, but she was too special, too tempting, and he could feel too many people watching her from the shadows. He just wanted to keep her close, make their relationship official, and let everyone know she was his. Then no one would even think about getting close to her. He couldn’t rest easy until that happened.
Conrad was a man who acted on his feelings. He took her hand and pressed it to his chest, letting her feel the strong, rapid beat of his heart.
“Don’t be scared. I’m serious, Ms. Morgan. I want to marry you. It’s not just about giving the kids a proper family. I want to be your husband. The four of us, together, a real family. Isn’t that what you want, too?”
Wiona felt a shock run through her as she realized his heart was beating just as fast as hers.

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