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She hadn’t been wearing a wedding ring.

He sat up straighter. She’d left her job as his assistant and left him in…May. Seven months ago.

In his mind’s eye, he saw her answering the door again, her hand on her stomach. Her beach-ball-sized stomach.

Marcus was no expert on pregnancy, but didn’t she look further along than seven months? Really, she looked to him to be almost ready to have the kid…

His heart slammed into his breastbone, and his stomach rolled as the world seemed to tip on its axis.

Marcus yanked the key from the ignition and got out of the car. He raced across the pavement and up the three stone steps to the gate.

“Marcus.” She answered the door immediately, as if she’d been waiting for him to finally add two and two and come up with four.

“Is it mine?”