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He’d hoped that she would remember the two of them on her own…
Оглавление“Do you recall where you were this time last year?” he asked. “From Christmas Eve through the end of February?”
Her head jerked up. She said nothing as her surprised gaze locked with his, but her face paled and she dropped the glass in her hand. It hit the hardwood floor, shattering like a gunshot, ice shooting out, the last of the cola puddling at her feet. But she didn’t move. She stared at him as if seeing a ghost. No doubt a ghost of Christmas Past.
“You?” she cried, all the ramifications coming at Mach-two speed.
“The baby—”
“It’s ours…?”
