Well, it wasn’t completely unexplainable. She wanted Antonio and she was pregnant. Her desire for him had been out of control before she’d gotten pregnant. But now, with hormones ripping through her, driving her half insane with sexual need, she understood what was going on. She’d read enough in the pregnancy books to understand that her hormones were crazy. She just refused to tell him about it. She could get through this, she told herself. It simply required large amounts of ice cream and possibly pizza. And chocolate. Oh, and maybe some pickles! No, not pickles, she thought as she tip toed into the warm, inviting kitchen that reminded her of Ms. Snyder’s fabulous cooking. Everything was clean now, but the scent of the chicken and risotto the housekeeper had made for dinner still lingered in the air, making Andie even hungrier. She peered into the freezer, the light making her blink since she was used to the dark.
