Wanted by Her Lost Love

Her expression must have reflected her horror andher fear, because Ryan leaned over to kiss herforehead again. He held her hand and rubbed histhumb over her knuckles.“I don’t want you to worry, honey, okay? I’ll handleeverything. We’ll go someplace warm and beautifuland all you’ll have to do is lie on the beach or in acomfortable chair and watch the sun set. I’ll hire apersonal physician to oversee every part of yourcare.”Her brow furrowed and she could feel the paincreep back into her head.“Ryan, we can’t just go off to some islandparadise somewhere. Ignoring our problems won’tfix them.”He stroked a hand over her forehead, smoothingher hair back. “Right now, all you need toconcentrate on is feeling better and carrying ourchild for as long as you can. And what I need toconcentrate on is removing as much stress from yourlife as possible.”She opened her mouth to respond, but he kissedher lightly, silencing her.