Page 9 of The Plan

“I’m getting out of here.” She wasn’t exactly the type of woman to run…but a smart little duckling ran when the big bad wolf got too close, right? “I seriously hope this Hiller insanity isn’t hereditary.”

A senseof rightness unlike anything he had ever felt had George ready to smile and devour her.

It clicked. Became clear.

Exactly what he wanted now. Needed.

He had missed her—because this was where the woman belonged. Yes, she was too young for him—would always be almost ten years his junior, but that wasn’t going to matter now. What mattered was his family. The family he wanted now.

His woman, his child.

His child was growing inside the woman he loved. There was no other feeling like that in the world. They belonged with him. Archaic of him, he knew that. But he didn’t give a damn.

This was his mate. Hillers mated for life.

George needed time to strategize.

Catching Veronica was going to be a bigger game than anything he’d ever played. And he was determined to win.

He couldn’t help himself, though…his woman was in his arms. And he had missed her. More than words could say. “Twelve weeks and four days has been too damned long.”

He covered her lips with his own. She made a sound. He pulled back a little, to make certain he wasn’t being too forceful.

He had never kissed a pregnant woman before.

Nor had she given him permission yet.

He wanted to devour her right here. Again. How many times had he fantasized of having her in his office again? Of taking advantage of her every single day? Of keeping her forever now?

“You taste so damned sweet. I just can’t help myself.” He ran one hand down her side. “Tell me if I am too rough.”

Then he kissed her again.

He wasn’t about to let his woman get away.

Not…now that he had her back.

She wasn’t getting away from him this time.

7

He’d kissedher completely senseless. That was what had done it. How she had ended up like this. Here. And well… probably in this interesting condition, in the first place. He had kissed her senseless that night, too.

It had taken Ronnie a good ten minutes to realize that. By the time she had, he had her in his truck—and they were driving along the long, dark highway toward his parents’. She had never been to his parents’ before. She had met them, once or twice, but… the only one of his relatives she knew at all was his younger sister, Giavonna, who was headed to law school in a few years, and was currently a student at FCU forty miles away.

Giavonna came by to pester him ever so often. And help file and answer the phone, and other things, whenever Ronnie and George would get too swamped.

Ronnie liked his family well enough, but… “This is technically kidnapping, you know.”

“No. This is me taking my woman home to my parents.”

“I am not your woman. I am your former one-night-stand who accidentally got pregnant with your child. And now youhave to face the consequences. How exactly are you going to explain me to your mother?”

“As my woman—who is pregnant with my parents’ first grandchild. After that… I’m not too concerned. They’ll do just fine.”

Them?What about Ronnie? She was starting to have a bit of a panic attack here. Her own mother barely acknowledged her existence—why would Mrs. Hiller look at her like things were okay? She’d practically trapped the woman’s oldest son here. George was wealthy, older—and here she was, a normal everyday nobody, claiming to be carrying an heir to the Hiller fortune! His mother was going to hate her on sight! “You really don’t make much sense.”

His hand wrapped around hers. Scorching her. “We’ll figure this out, Veronica. I promise. For you, me, and the sprout. When…? Mom will want to know when and I’m not sure how many days…”

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