The women in his life
He surely didn't expect bumping into Walter Mashburn on his way home. The man waved at him from the driver's seat of a flaming sports car, looking overly pleased about their chance meeting.
They talked for a few minutes, until the billionaire's companion – a blonde bimbo whose mind was clearly on jewelry and expensive clothes only – grew impatient and petulantly asked if they were done with it.
"I have to go – the kid gets bored easily. Give my greetings to Teresa."
Jane frowned slightly as Mashburn drove away. The inveterate playboy's taste in women was almost deplorable – with the notable exception of Teresa herself.
He flattered himself that his own choice in women was far more sensible, to say the least.
Angela wasn't just a beautiful woman – though he still recalled her light brown hair that flowed down over her shoulders like waves of pure silk.
She was witty, smart, and had a heart of gold. Of course she was also quite stubborn, but he actually didn't mind that.
He liked stubborn, as a matter of fact. Might have a thing for loyal, feisty, stubborn women – exactly the likes of a certain petite brunette of his acquaintance.
The little firecracker had even managed to get the attention of a man like Walter Mashburn, and that was saying a lot.
Well, for sure she was more attractive than she probably thought. His mind lingered on those green, honest eyes that graced her lovely features – especially when she smiled.
Her smile was one of the most beautiful things he could think about right now. He simply couldn't get enough of it.
A smile of his own played on his lips as he stepped inside the apartment, threw his keys and cellphone on the table and headed towards the bedroom.
"Sorry, honey – I couldn't find any strawberries. The greengrocer had run out of them. I promise I'll get you some first thing tomorrow morning, okay?"
"You idiot… I recall saying I could manage without."
"I know. I just wanted you to have them. What's wrong with that?"
His wife placed a soft kiss on his lips as a response.
"Why are you staring at me like that?"
"I guess it's because you look absolutely gorgeous, darling."
Teresa gave a short laugh. "Yeah, sure. A gorgeous whale, maybe."
"Shut up."
He kissed her again – his hand gently stroking her swollen belly. The fact that she was carrying his child only made her more stunning to his eyes…