Her Sister's Surrogate

eath, my jaw tightening as I stared at the empty space she had occupied

ch out and pull her back. The irritation burning in my ches

drawing my attention. My wife stood with her arms crossed, her

the office. I was no boy scout and often lost my temper. She just hadn

e, rolling my shoulders back. "S

mile playing at her lips. "

uy. I knew him-his habits, his history. And the idea of G

t

family. That was the only reason I cared. Because family looked

es

nice guy," Helena said, walking ove

ster into a date." I felt that should explain it all. Max was good-lookin

rl. Plus, she isn't likely to sleep with him, not when she's our surrogate. Let her ha

ugh women like it was a game, a challenge he never failed to win. He was a

," I said, my voice s

something I couldn't quite place. "She's a

don't trust Max not to pus

the baby she's carrying is ours," she countered

again. I didn't have an answer that made se

soft. "Don't be so overprotective. Grace

table through me. I knew she was right. B

t the clock. "I have to go. My

lately. Her workouts had doubled, and yet she never seemed particularly exhausted when she returned home. I

him yesterday?" Maybe she

ouldn't want me letting myself go, would you? You like my body j

e said it rubbed me the wrong way. I shrugged it off.

let you know all went well this morning during the insemination procedure with

e floor. I watched her go, that same strange unease settling in

ause she could now have my seed growing inside of her? I

houldn't care who she went to dinner with. But the idea

to talk her out of it before, she had seemed excited that Max might have a way with the ladies.

ddenly lit up with

heels in your office still. You didn't wa

rted something with Grace four years ago was because she was my employee, whi

e phone, an unfamiliar

crew with her, Max. I m

e came almo

ving dinner. But damn, if

e sound of it hitting the wall was sa

had to let this go. Grace was an