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it,” he said slowly, “at all!”
    Oh, how wrong could one person be. Angie had thought about it—specifically, about her and Tomas doing it —ever since her first sex education lesson. “Actually I have thought about it quite a bit,” she said slowly. “The sex part, I mean, not the having-a-baby part.”
    In the midnight quiet his expulsion of breath sounded almost explosive. Apparently the concept of Sex-with-Angie was so appalling that he couldn’t even look her inthe eye when he told her so. He jumped to his feet and stalked to the sandstone wall at the back of the rock ledge.
    Turning on his boot heels, he stared at her, all hard, shocked, affronted male. “Hell, Angie, you can’t be serious. You’re like…you’re…”
    “So unappealing you couldn’t bring yourself to sleep with me? Even to keep Kameruka Downs?”
    “Don’t put words in my mouth. You don’t know what I’m thinking,” he said tightly.
    No, she didn’t, and between the tricky dark and the distance he’d put between them, she couldn’t tell a thing from his expression. And, dammit, she wasn’t about to lose her oldest friend, her pride, and get a cricked neck out of this.
    She stood and brushed the gritty sand from the back of her dress as she closed the distance between them. Moment of truth, sister. “Why don’t you tell me then? Why has the idea of me offering to have your baby got you so wound up?”
    “Christ, Angie, we’re not doing some hypothetical here. We’re talking about a real situation. I need a baby.” Chin jutted, he started down at her, his whole expression carved as hard as the rock at this back. Possibly harder. “A baby the mother would have to raise on her own.”
    Hands on hips she narrowed her gaze and stared back at him. Surely she’d heard him wrong. “Are you saying you wouldn’t want any part in this child’s upbringing?”
    “You got it.”
    “But why?” She shook her head. Huffed out a breath and waved her hand at their surroundings. “You have this fabulous place for a child to grow up, and—”
    “Not everyone thinks it’s so fabulous.”
    “Well, I do! And your father obviously thought so, too, since he chose to bring you all up here. Do you think,when he drafted that clause, that he wanted you to just sire some anonymous—”
    “I don’t care what he thought.”
    “Really? Then you have changed.”
    “You’ve got that right, too!”
    For a moment they stood toe to toe glaring at each other, until Angie realized that his expression wasn’t so much tight and flat as schooled. To hide his frustration, his anger, his pain? Perhaps even his fear that if he and his brothers failed to satisfy the will stipulation, he would lose this home and career and life that he loved, right on top of losing his wife and his father.
    That knowledge caught in her chest, a thick ache of sympathy and shared pain and her own dawning realization: she wasn’t anywhere near to closing down this part of her past. Because for all that had changed in him, in her, in both their worlds during the last five years, one thing remained the same.
    She still loved this man enough to do just about anything to ease his hurt.
    Tears misted her eyes as she lifted a hand to touch the side of his face, blurring his features but not his rejection.
    Both hands raised in a stop-right-there gesture, he reared back. “Forget it, Angie. Forget the pity and forget this whole crazy conversation!”
    Angie’s hand dropped away. Okay. She could do this. She could shrug and pretend indifference while her face and her throat and her heart ached with the effort. Restraint—in words, in actions, in emotions—did not come easily or naturally, but she sensed that now was the time to exercise some self-control.
    “I care too much to forget about it,” she said, slowly backing away, giving him the space he demanded, “so let’stalk this through. What are your alternatives? Say you do find a woman willing to have your baby for