guilty for push

ed what was b

sn't because he pushed me into it. I knew it was a way to provide for mysel

y is attached. ... So no more children, huh? But what about a wife? Why h

nosy ole co

attorney – I would be derelict in my d

you were going to pu

d his friend; they'd been more than business associates. They'd been a part of each other's lives since they were in college. Jeb, Carrington's father, had

knew Stuart almost as well as he knew his own father. Other than he

ded more to my plate. I'm never in one place for long, and I quite enjoy that. Most women want to nest – get married, have children. I'll just have to leave that to fine men like you," h

ing motherhood. But the world can be a very lonely place Carrington, and there's nothing like the love of a good woman to come home to. To be honest, I don't remember

im. I remember a woman or two here and there, but really, he

reason. She was quite the woman. Irreplaceable – like my Rita. Marrying her was the smartest thing I ever did. That could be another reason you don't want to have another child – you haven't

arrington grimaced, thinking that 'we d

?" Stuar

ton said, refu

n as a mule; just

t want more children. If you do parenthood right, it's a hard job. Knock wood – thanks to father – I think I made

because the ones in your age bracket wa

at's why I'm perfectly fine remaining single. Maybe I'll wait until I'm yo

u've said today, or the dumbest. I'l

d that until this very moment. Stuart understood him as his father did. They had the same sense of humor. They ribbe

dying presence of Stuart gave him more

e missed his ole man. Their talks about business. Their long walks in Central Park. Playing chess. Conversations about b

said that she could give up that dream, he knew that wasn't something a person could – or should – give up. It would always be between them and one day she'd resent him for it. He knew it. So he'd broken thi

he liked having a woman in his bed. But he didn't want just any woman. He could easi

RE A SELFISH BASTARD Carrington," Catherine leveled at him. "What you want are the trappings of a relationship without the responsibility of one. You don't want to get married and you don't want more children. But you want me at your disposal when you fly into town, and for me to magically disappear and not expect even so m

gly admitted. He did want a woman who was both marriage and motherhood material, b

bastard. Next time, he'd be sure to be very clear

er 'sh