He walked toward her, each step closer upping his desire.

His fingertips burned at the memory of how hot her bare skin had been beneath his touch. Excitement and lust heightened his senses as he stopped just a couple feet from her. That floral scent, soft and feminine, teased him, drew him nearer as he leaned down.

“What did you want to talk about?” he whispered into her ear.

Calandra’s head snapped up and she turned, her mouth so close to his that all he’d have to do was lean forward and claim her.

Her lips parted. He leaned in, ready to kiss her.

“Your child.”

The words hung in the air. He drew back and stared down at her. He’d heard the words, knew they’d been spoken, but couldn’t fully comprehend.

“I’m... My what?”

Her fingers came up and clenched the pendant around her neck so tight that her knuckles turned white. “Your child, Alejandro. I’m pregnant.”