CHAPTER 15

  The sudden loss of colour from her face made the delicate freckles on her nose seem more pronounced. "Sorry?"

  Casper slammed the newspaper front-page up onto the coffee table. "I hope you don't live to regret what you've done."

  He watched as she scanned the headline, her soft, pink lips moving silently as she read: Prince's Baby Bliss. Then her eyes flew to his in startled horror. "Oh, no."

  "Is it true?" The expression on her face killed any hope that the press had been fabricating the story to increase their circulation figures. "You're pregnant?"

  "Oh my God—how can they have found out? How can they possibly know?"

  "Is it true?" His thunderous demand made her flinch.

  "Yes, it's true!" Covering her face with her hands, she plopped onto the sofa. "But this isn't how—I mean, I haven't even got my head round it myself." Her hands dropped. "How did they find out?"