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He appeared in the doorway in nothing but track pants.

Annie wished he’d put on a T-shirt at least, so she wouldn’t have to look at all that bronzed male nakedness.

‘Okay. What do you want to say?’

She sucked in a breath and forced herself to meet his eyes. ‘I’m pregnant.’ And, just in case he didn’t get it the first time, ‘I’m having a baby. Your baby. In about seven and a half months.’

Silence.

She watched, desperate for some sign, but it was as if Steve had turned to stone—except for his Adam’s apple, which bobbed once. His complexion had turned to a whiter shade of pale. And his wide-eyed gaze dipped to her waist.

She saw his emotion, held in check by rigid self-control. The tight fists and clenched jaw. And impossible to miss the wonder—and the fear—in his eyes.

‘Pregnant,’ he murmured. ‘Sweet heaven.’