Novels by Wendy

How was it that he never tired of looking at her? She wasn’t the kind of woman who strutted into a room and stunned every man with her breathtaking beauty. She was much more subtle than that. So soft and feminine, but sturdy somehow. Cute and sassy, and almost wholesome, until she opened her mouth and fired off a dose of attitude. They'd come so far in such a short period of time, and he could admit that her presence in his life had changed him. Made him become a better man, even when he didn't want to. Her quiet, determined nature fascinated him. He’d met more than his share of women over the years, through business or socially, but he couldn’t recall ever knowing anyone quite like her. “Does she kick yet?” he asked suddenly, his voice rough with emotion. Susan’s lips curved into a soft smile. “She has, once or twice. It’s… surprising, in the best way.” She let out a light laugh. His gaze dropped to her stomach, his hands still resting there. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for that,”

“It damn well does!” Leo suddenly roared at her in rebuttal. “If you think I’m likely to stand by and watch now while you get involved with another man, you’ve picked the wrong guy!” Although she was intimidated by his fury, Susan lifted her chin and gave him a freezing look. “It might be your baby but my body is my own and if you had any idea at all of how ordinary people live—which you don’t—you would appreciate that my chances of meeting another man have been seriously damaged by the simple fact that I’m pregnant!” “Why should that matter to you? You’re my woman. Get used to the fact!” Leo grated, outraged that she could talk about her chances of meeting another man, even more enraged that she could even think along such lines. “I’m not your woman. I’m not any man’s woman,” Susan declared. “And I’m not hitching my wagon to yours just because I'm pregnant with your child! That’s not my dream—that’s not what I want out of life!” “Then what the hell do you want from me?” Leo shot

The ride back to Susan's apartment had been quiet. They'd left Caroline's party before it ended, and Susan was eager to find out what had suddenly put Leo in such a bad mood. He didn't seem to be in the mood to talk, even when she asked repeatedly if he was alright. Finally giving up, but still worried, Susan sat back in her chair and simply looked out the window. Slowly, her feelings grew from concern to anger, and when they finally got inside her apartment, she was just angry. She began to head straight for her bedroom. It had been such a nice day, she thought, with the Christmas tree shopping, eating and decorating, and now she had no idea what had ruined it. Or what she'd done to ruin it. Leo watched her as she walked away. She looked very sexy in that dress she was wearing. It was a simple gown, but it was also short and looked even shorter due to her pregnant belly. It bared her shoulders and showcased her breasts, while the skirt was decorated with fluffy flowers of fabric.

Susan groaned, rolling her eyes. “First of all, you have to stop calling him that. It’s ridiculous. Secondly, nothing is or was going on between us, okay? He was just helping me set up the Christmas tree. He insists on helping with everything, and I’m too tired to argue. As far as I’m concerned, we’re just friends.”Caroline threw her head back and laughed so hard that a few partygoers turned to glance in their direction.“What’s so funny?” Susan asked, already regretting her decision to confide in Caroline.Lowering her voice but still grinning mischievously, Caroline leaned closer. “You don’t actually believe that, do you?” she asked. “Have you even seen the way Leo looks at you? Or the way you look at him?”Susan froze, her biscuit halfway to her mouth. “How do I look at him?” she demanded, her voice sharper than she intended. Did everyone else see something she didn’t?“The fact that you’re asking that proves my point,” Caroline said, still giggling. She looked far too pleased wit

Who knew decorating a tree with Leo could be so… fun? Susan watched the tiny white lights twinkling and felt for a moment as though she was a little girl again, filled with the excitement of Christmas Eve. All the possibilities, the promise of goodies to come, the mystery of presents to be puzzled over and opened. After an afternoon of wandering the shops and sites, they’d returned to Susan's apartment and set about decorating the tree. “I don’t want to hear a word about my ornaments,” she said when she caught him looking at the tree, a smile playing on his lips. “I didn’t say anything. Did you hear me say anything?” Susan blinked at him. “You were about to critique, I could tell.” “I’m just awed by your creativity, that’s all.” She’d seen a decorating show that used household objects as nontraditional tree decorations and had insisted on trying it herself. So now the tree was bedecked in scarves and belts, earrings and pendants, ribbons and tassels. It looked a little odd, bu

Leo reminded himself for the hundredth time why he was with Susan. She was pregnant. She was having his baby, and she wanted a Christmas tree in her home. That was why he was here today. Not to have fun, but it was just so damn easy to lose himself in her company, and he had to admit, he was thoroughly enjoying walking around the city with her, buying trees, discussing where and where to eat, probably looking to all the world like a pair of happy lovers. He felt more comfortable with Susan than he should have, and he liked her more than he should have. She was more comfortable in her own skin than most of the women he’d ever known, and her comfort with herself made it easy for others to be at ease with her. He couldn’t help thinking, in another time, another place, another world…in a perfect world, things would have been better between them, and not so damn complicated. But as soon as the thought formed in his head, he banished it. He knew too well the dangers of wanting what he cou