Cole woke up face down and alone in bed on their last morning in San Francisco. His head pounded, and his tongue was stuck to the roof of his mouth. On the bedside table was the bottle of champagne they had polished off after returning from Victor and Paolo’s house with a twenty-five-thousand-dollar “down payment” on Olivia’s future earnings. Since Olivia had taken just a taste, Cole figured he’d consumed most of the bottle himself. His stomach surged in agreement, and he fought back the need to puke.

Since Olivia was in the bathroom, he groaned his way through a second wave of nausea. When was the last time he had puked from drinking too much? Years ago. Determined to get his mind off his throbbing head and aching stomach, Cole thought about the evening they had spent with the colorful Victor and Paolo. How many bottles of Napa’s finest had the three of them polished off? He had lost count. No wonder he felt so sick today.

They had gone nuts over Olivia’s portrait, which had reduced Paolo to tears. Over a gourmet meal served by Marta, he had outlined his elaborate plan for Olivia’s career. She had been so overwhelmed that Cole wondered if she had managed to swallow a single bite of food. As a result, the small amount of champagne had gone straight to her head. He had never seen her as giddy—or as uninhibited—as she had been after receiving that hefty advance check from Paolo.

Twenty-five thousand dollars! Well, twenty-eight if they counted the other three she had gotten from Victor. That kind of money would give her a cushion she’d never had before. Maybe she could work less and take more classes so she could get through school faster. Since he had resigned himself to waiting until she got her degree to propose, that thought lifted his spirits but did nothing to quell the need to puke.

He sat up slowly, hoping the new position would work with gravity to settle his stomach. His head pounding, he sat still to ride the wave of pain. Over the water running in the bathroom he heard another sound. Wracking sobs. He bolted for the door and gritted his teeth against the blast of pain in his head as he knocked.

“Liv?” When there was no answer, he knocked again. “Honey?” She still didn’t answer, so he opened the door to find her sitting bent in half on the closed lid of the toilet. “Hey.” He dropped to his knees in front of her. “What’s wrong?”

She startled.

“Are you sick? From the champagne?”

Hugging the hotel robe tight around her, her face was so pale that she blended into the white robe. “There’s no baby,” she whispered, her eyes flooding with new tears.

“Oh, honey,” he sighed. “Come here.” As she broke down again, he held her tight against him. “It’s okay. When the time is right, we’ll have as many babies as you want.”

“I wanted this one. I know there’re a million reasons why it wasn’t a good idea right now, but I wanted it.”

“I know. I did, too.” Surprised by just how disappointed he was, he sat on the bathroom floor with her for a long time, but her sobs didn’t let up. “Honey, you’re breaking my heart. We’ll have a baby. We can try as soon as you want to. Who cares about the logistics? We’ll figure it out.”

“I wanted to do this for you. You’ve done so much for me. This was something I could do for you.”

Deeply moved by her, he brushed the hair back from her face and the tears off her cheeks. “Liv,” he whispered. “You’ve already given me so much that I’ve never had before. We’ve got all the time in the world to have babies.”

“I was so sure I was pregnant. I was sure.”

“You got your hopes up.”

“Yes, especially after you were so excited about it.” Glancing up at him, she asked, “Are you sad?”

He nodded. “I got my hopes up, too. But guess what?”

“What?”

“There’s always next month.”

“So we just throw caution to the wind and go for it?”

“Why not?”

She laughed through her tears and studied him, seeming to really see him for the first time since he came into the room. “You’re green.”

“I have the worst hangover I’ve ever had in my life.”

“Me, too, and I only had a little because I thought I was pregnant. I even puked.”

“I’ve been trying not to for the last half hour.”

“Next time we celebrate, no champagne.”

“That’s fine as long as we get to do the other stuff.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “I’ve never seen you quite so wild.”

She cringed. “I can’t even think about it. It’s so embarrassing.”

“I’ll never forget it,” he said with a dirty grin. “Especially the striptease.”

Groaning at the memory, she said, “Success does funny things to me. Did they really give me twenty-five grand last night, or was that a champagne-fueled dream?”

“I love the things success does to you, and yes, they really did. I’m not sure if you remember the details since you were in such a daze, but that was the only way they would keep your portfolio.”

“Aren’t they the most adorable couple you’ve ever met?”

“I never thought I’d be saying this about two guys, but they really are. I feel like I’ve known them forever after just a few hours with them.”

“I do, too.”

“Your career will be in good hands with them, Liv.”

“I know.”

“I wish I could think of some way to cheer you up. This should be another one of your best days ever.”

She rested her head on his shoulder. “It will be. Just give me an hour or two.”

“I can do that. Is there anything else you want to do today before we go home?”

“Not really. What time do we have to leave for the airport?”

“Two.”

“Then let’s go back to bed for a while.”

* * *

Olivia was subdued as they winged their way across the country that night. So much had happened in the last four days. She would need a while to fully process it all.

“How are you doing over there?” Cole asked.

“Better since I could finally eat something and keep it down.”

“Same here.” He paused before he added, “How about the other thing?”

“I was just thinking that I suddenly have a better idea of how my mother felt after she lost the twins. I wasn’t even actually pregnant, but the sense of loss is so profound. Imagine what it must’ve been like for her.”

“I can’t.”

“That doesn’t mean I get why she treated us the way she did, but still, I can see how losing two babies would do something to your heart.”

Cole held her hand between both of his. “I wonder how she’s making out in the rehab place.”

“I don’t know. My dad can’t have any contact with her for the first week.” She paused and took a deep breath. “I have no idea what he’s going to do if this doesn’t work. There’s no way he can stay with her the way she’s been the last few years. He’s got too many years left to live like that.”

“Well, let’s hope it works.”

She smiled at him.

“What?”

“I like how you said that, like you have a stake in it.”

“I do. I want you to be happy, and I think your mother’s problems have been a huge cloud hanging over your life.”

“Yes, they have.” She caressed his face. “I love you,” she whispered. “Thank you so much for this trip, the Fairmont, everything. I’ll remember it always.”

“So will I.” He reached for the hand she had placed on his face and kissed her palm. “And you’ll be back there in no time to get ready for your show.”

“I hope you can come with me. I can’t imagine being there without you.”

“You’ll be so busy with your work that you won’t have time for me.”

“I’ll always have time for you.”

“That’s what you say now. Just wait until you’re a globe-trotting sensation. Then I’ll have to make an appointment with your people just to have a nooner with you.”

Laughing, she pushed at him. “Shut up.”

He slipped an arm around her and nibbled on her ear. “Is Jenny going to mind that you’re bringing home a guest?”

“Not at all. She’s one of your biggest fans. And besides, it’s only for a day or two until we can move into my place.”

“True. We’ll have to keep it down, though. We wouldn’t want Jenny to find out you’re a screamer.”

She rolled her eyes. “We’re out of business for a few days, don’t forget.”

“What do you mean?”

“Hello? The monthly event?”

“You think that’s going to get in our way?”

She shot him a wary glance.

“Think again, baby.”

They tiptoed into Jenny and Will’s house after midnight, leaving everything but the essentials downstairs to minimize the noise, but Olivia was hit with the giggles as they crept up the stairs.

Cole clamped a hand over her mouth and followed her into the guest room. He shut the door behind him. “All the way over here in the cab you’re lecturing me about being quiet, and then you’re the one making a racket.”

“I couldn’t help it,” she snickered. “I felt like a teenager sneaking my boyfriend into my bedroom while my parents are sleeping.”

He hooked an arm around her neck. “Your horny boyfriend.”

“I thought you were sick.” She took a step back from him. “The champagne and all that?”

“I’m fully recovered.”

“Cole, wait.”

He dropped hot, passionate kisses on her neck. “Get naked, will you?”

“I am not having sex with you when I have my period. Forget it.”

“I won’t forget it, and you are having sex with me. Right now.” He started pulling at clothes until he found soft skin. “Mmm, that’s what I’ve been dreaming about sitting next to you for hours breathing in that Olivia scent that drives me wild.”

Even though her heart beat fast with desire, she tried to wriggle free. “I don’t want to,” she said, which sounded lame, even to her. Apparently, it did to him, too, because when he ran his thumbs over her nipples they hardened, and she couldn’t stop a shudder from rippling through her.

“Liar.”

She looked up to find his eyes dark with amusement and longing and determination. No way could she do this. Could she? With her hands on his chest, she tried once more to disengage, but he was having none of it. “I really don’t want to.”

“Hey.” He waited for her to look up at him. “Do you trust me?”

“You know I do. Don’t ask me that.”

“Then get naked. I promise you’ll like it.”

Because she also saw love mixed in with the desire and determination in his eyes, she reached for the hem of her sweater and pulled it over her head. She swallowed hard, unbuttoned her jeans, and slid them off. He never took his eyes off her as she reached behind her to unfasten her bra.

“This isn’t fair,” she said when she faced him wearing only panties. “You haven’t even taken off your coat.”

He shrugged off his leather jacket and let it fall to the floor. “Happy now?”

“No.” She crossed her arms over her breasts. “More.”

With a rakish grin, he unbuttoned his shirt and then his jeans. When he was down to just his boxers, he reached for her, sighing as she wrapped her arms around him. “Now that’s what I’m talking about.”

Breathing in his warm, masculine scent, Olivia couldn’t help but smile at the relief in his voice. In a thick Cockney accent, she said, “Am I permitted a quick trip to the loo, my lord?”

Cole cracked up. “Only if you hurry up. Your lord’s boner requires your immediate attention.”

“Then I shan’t make him wait.” Olivia surprised him when she stroked him through his underwear.

He gasped.

She kissed his cheek. “Be right back.”

As he fell on the bed with a loud groan, Olivia suppressed a giggle and scooted into the adjoining bathroom. She returned a few minutes later to find he had turned down the bed and waited for her under the covers.

When she hesitated, he held out a hand to her. “You’re trusting me, remember?”

Olivia took his hand, got into bed, and snuggled up to him. “Not quite the bed we had at the Fairmont, is it?”

“We don’t need a big bed. We only use a fraction of it.”

“That’s true.” Olivia’s stomach tightened with nerves while she waited to see what he had planned for her.

“Relax,” he said softly as his hand coasted from her belly to her breasts and back again.

“I can’t. You’ve got me wound so tight I might spontaneously combust.”

“That’s the goal.”

Olivia couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re out of your mind. You do know that, don’t you?”

“So I’ve been told.” He shifted so he was above her and brushed his lips over hers in a caress so light she wouldn’t have been sure he had kissed her if she hadn’t been watching him so intently. “Kiss me.”

She lifted her hands to his face and brought him down for a kiss that sapped the energy from her limbs and sent heat straight to her core.

His tongue explored her mouth as his hand cupped her breast.

Olivia arched her back, seeking him.

He tore his lips free and turned his attention to her breast.

She discovered the sensations were even more intense, more acute than usual, perhaps because of her cycle. Clutching handfuls of his hair, she kept her eyes closed against the dizzying array of feelings and needs. She still couldn’t believe she had let him talk her into this. But what she really couldn’t believe was the climax she felt building as he swirled his tongue around her hypersensitive nipple.

“Is this okay?” he asked, looking at her with dark blue eyes.

“Mmm.”

He flashed a cocky smile, but she expected nothing less from him. Through her panties, he pressed his erection into the V of her legs and returned his attention to her breast. Pushing hard against her and then letting up, he simulated intercourse with his hips and the motion of his tongue against her nipple.

Breathless, Olivia moved with him, higher, higher, and then she soared.

He brought his mouth down on hers to muffle the cry that erupted from deep inside her and stayed with her until the crisis had passed. Burying his face in her hair, he whispered, “Now that’s what I was talking about.”

Her laugh was weak and her breathing labored. “I don’t know how you did it.”

“A magician never reveals his secrets.”

“You must be a magician. I can’t imagine anyone else could make me feel the way you do.”

His smile lost some of its cockiness as he looked down at her.

She traced a finger over his lips. “What?”

“Are you going to wonder?”

“About?”

“What it would be like with other guys?”

“Cole,” she sighed, bringing his head down to rest on her chest. “Why in the world would I wonder when I have you?”

He shrugged. “It’s only natural that you’d be curious.”

“I’m not the slightest bit curious. In fact, I know now why I waited so long.”

“You do?”

“I was waiting for you, and I don’t have an ounce of curiosity about how it would be with someone else. I never will.”

“That’s good, because I’ve loved you from the instant I saw you leaning over me that day in the airport, and the thought of you with someone else—”

She silenced him with a kiss. “Not going to happen.” Another kiss. “You’ve really loved me that long?”

He nodded. “What about you? How soon did you know?”

“When I put my hands on your face and felt the jolt. Instantaneous.”

“Like being hit by lightning.”

“Just like.”

“This is special. What we have.” He looked down at her with eyes so blue she could easily get lost in them. “You know that, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Are you still worried about how it’s going to end?”

“Not like I was.”

“I won’t be happy until you say not at all.”

She nudged him onto his back and leaned over him. “I’m getting there.”

“What’s this?” he asked as she left a trail of kisses from his chest to his belly.

“This, my lord, is what’s known as your turn.”