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Alejandro cradled the glass in his palm, a ghost of a smile curving his lips.

“I do care, Cecily. Hence the situation we find ourselves in. I told you that before I knew about the pregnancy. In fact everything I said to you in Kentucky was true, every emotion I expressed real. The only thing I lied about was my identity, and that I had to do.”

Her stomach curled with the need to believe him. To believe something in all this was true and real—that what they’d shared had been real. But she’d be a fool to take what he was saying at face value—even more of a fool than she’d already been.

He gestured toward the cream sofa that faced the spectacular view. “Why don’t we sit down?”

“I’d prefer to stand.”

“Fine.” He lowered himself onto the chaise, splaying his long legs out in front of him. “We are keeping this baby, Cecily.”

“Of course we are. I am,” she corrected. “I would never do anything else.”

“Good. And just to clarify,” he drawled, eyes on hers, “when I said we are keeping this baby I meant us. We are both going to be parents to this child, which means we need to be together.”

She frowned. “What do you mean together?”

“I mean we will marry.”

Her knees went weak. She slid down onto the sofa, a buzzing sound filling her ears. “You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, but I am.”