The Masters looked at each other, their chests out in pride, preening. They might be fathers, hot damn, thought O’Grady and chuckled again. Bianca looked from one to the other in exasperation and huffed,

“YOU …! Didn’t you hear a word? I said I might be carrying your child…and I most certainly DON’T want it.”

The brothers looked confused and contrite. Trying to hide their feelings of hurt, they led her to the bed and seated her between them, stroking her body gently. She noticed caustically that both of them were taking turns to stroke her flat abdomen with reverence.

Slapping away their roving hands, Bianca pushed them off and...