It wasn’t as if dates with her supposed type were working out. Maybe it was time to throw away those assumptions.

“I’m Christy.”

“And I’m Alix.” Her friend had all but thrust herself between them, as if trying to break the flow of electricity, but Seb hadn’t shifted his gaze from Christy.

“I bet you’re a great dancer, Christy.”

Alix had frowned. “We just arrived, and no, she—”

“I love dancing.” Christy had taken the hand he’d extended and allowed him to lead her onto the dance floor. Her brief glance back at her friend showed Alix shaking her head furiously and mouthing No! but she’d ignored her. Alix was the one who had brought her to this place! And it was one dance. Where was the harm in one dance?

But one dance had turned into two, and then ten, and then it had turned into a frantic, passionate, dizzying kiss in a dark corner of the bar, followed by a quick farewell to Alix and then more drinks at his place, followed by the most exciting, incredible sex of her life. Turned out Seb Sullivan was as good at that as he was at dancing, and that night had become unforgettable for many reasons, not least of all Holly.

If she hadn’t got pregnant that night, what would have happened? He’d already told her he was that guy who never called the morning after, but he’d called her, hadn’t he? He’d called every day for three weeks, and then her period had been late...

How long would their relationship have lasted?

Alix had said he wasn’t her type, but Christy knew she was wrong about that.

Turned out Seb Sullivan was exactly her type. It was the men she’d dated before him who had been wrong.

“Christy,” he said and licked his lips, “you look—”

“Overdressed? Or maybe underdressed given the outside temperature.” She gave a self-conscious smile, hoping he wasn’t going to laugh.

His gaze slid slowly down from her face to her toes.

He didn’t laugh. “That’s the dress you were wearing the night we met.”

The fact that he remembered gave her hope. “I haven’t worn it since.”

“No.” His voice sounded strange. “Why not?”

“I suppose partly because I got pregnant that night and there is no room in this dress for me and a baby, and partly because—” she slid her hands over her hips, and he followed the movement with his eyes “—when Holly was born we did different things. We saved our money. We spent more time at home. Or we grabbed dinner with friends. Sometimes we were too tired to do anything except sleep. We didn’t—”

“Date?”

“We didn’t go anywhere I can wear a dress like this.” She shrugged. “We’ll need to bump the heating up, or I’ll get frostbite.”

He closed the fridge slowly. “I can think of ways of staying warm.” He walked across to her and pulled her into his arms. “This dress should come with a warning.”