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The look she gave him held such misery.

“Oh, hell, Lina,” he said and rose, pulling her to her feet and into his arms. For a moment she stood stiff. He was about to release her when she made a muffled sound, leaned on him and seemed to go boneless. They stood like that for a long time. Inhaling her scent, he cradled the back of her head with one hand while he held her up with his other arm.

The hard mound of her belly felt odd wedged between them. It was like a purse or a—no, not a basketball—a soccer ball. Maybe one of those kid-sized ones. Then he had the dazed thought that what he felt between them wasn’t kid-sized—it was a kid. A whole, complete person in the making.

The fact that this particular baby might be his was something he couldn’t let himself think about, not yet.