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They had a dinner.

"What about the dinner tomorrow?" She demanded as soon as he came back in. "Who's going to be doing the cooking?"

"I already called a caterer." He dumped files onto the desk and pulled out the chair.

"Without discussing it with me?"

"You've started eating. The tea is getting cold."

"It will keep." She folded her hands over her breasts, expression militant. "Is this how it's going to be?"

"I don't know what you mean."

"I am pregnant, so suddenly, I cannot think or act on my own? I'm not going to tolerate you treating me like a fragile piece of glass, Kyle, and I mean it."

"I'm treating you like a woman who was just involved in an accident, one who happens to be pregnant. Eat your breakfast."

"Don't tell me what to do."

He merely sent her a patient, longsuffering look that fired her temper even more.

"I'm looking out for you."

"I'm perfectly capable of looking out for myself."

"You're hormonal. That's expected."

"Want to see hormonal?" Her soft tone did not fool him one bit and he peered at her cautiously.

"Darling."

"Don't!"

Sighing softly, he realized he wasn't going to get anything done and she was determined to have an argument.

"All right." Closing the file, he rose and approached the bed cautiously. "I apologize for not consulting you when I told the housekeeper not to bother coming in."

She continued to glare at him, and he figured it was prudent for him to stay a few inches away from her.

"I'm not going to apologize for wanting to take care of you. It's my job to do so."

When she continued to stare at him without saying anything, he shifted slightly. "Dammit! You almost died."

"A fender bender."

"It could have been worse." He blew out a breath. "It might seem that I'm being unreasonable and a little overprotective." He paused at the lifting of her brow. "A lot overprotective, but I was damned scared." He took a few more steps. "I love you so much and I am scared of losing you."

Her expression softened as he hoped it would. With a sigh, she crumpled. Holding out a hand, she gripped his and tugged him down.

"You're lucky you're so pretty."

"I'm not." He muttered.

"You really don't want to disagree with me now." Lifting a hand to his face, she leaned forward and kissed him. "I will eat the breakfast you so lovingly prepared and endure you watching over me for one day. Nuh-Uh." She shook her head when he opened his mouth to speak. "One day Kyle. I will stay in bed and allow you to pamper me for twenty-four hours. And we're calling the housekeeper back to tell her to come in tomorrow. And cancel the caterer."

"She has the flu."

"A touch." She kissed him again. "Now leave me to my breakfast."