Pretty and Pregnant
Sunlight streamed through the kitchen window and right into Kimberly Steele’s blue eyes. She wrinkled her nose and sneezed into a nearby tissue.
“God bless you,” a male voice called from the doorway. “You might want to have that cold checked out,” he said.
Her eyes narrowed into slits, “And why is that Jeremy?” she snapped.
Jeremy Preston leaned against the door frame that led into his law office. “Because you’re preggars.”