Who do you think you are?
Penelope asked.
"Your husband," Connal said, "Mrs.
Tremayne.
"
"Don t call me that.
It s not my name.
"
"Oh, yes, it is.
And you can forget that annulment.
I won t
sign the papers," he informed her.
"But, I don t want...
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Who do you think you are?
Penelope asked.
"Your husband," Connal said, "Mrs.
Tremayne.
"
"Don t call me that.
It s not my name.
"
"Oh, yes, it is.
And you can forget that annulment.
I won t
sign the papers," he informed her.
"But, I don t want to be married to you!"
He lifted his eyebrows.
"How do you know that? I haven t
made love to you yet.
"
She went scarlet.
Her fingers grasped the covers in a death
grip, and she stiffened when he took a step closer to the bed,
her eyes as wide as saucers in her flushed face.
He shook his head and made a clicking sound with his
tongue.
"My God, if you keep up this attitude, it s going to be
impossible for us to have children together.
"
"I won t have children," Penelope whispered.
"Well, not like that," Connal murmured, grinning.
"You do
know how women get them?"
"Sure," she said.
"From the hospital.
"
"That comes later," her reminded her.
He smiled.
"Afterward.
"
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