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Jennifer sank back in the chair and splayed her hands on her flat stomach.

Jack’s baby, her mind whispered. No, it was her baby. Her secret. She was not going to tell Jack about this child unless he came to her and asked her to marry him.

She wouldn’t trap him into proposing to her, thus sentencing herself to a lifetime of wondering if he truly wished to be by her side.

If Jack went to California per his original plan, he would never, ever know that this child existed.

And the serious discussion she’d scheduled for that evening? Oh, yes, they’d have that talk, but she’d keep a tight rein on her emotions. She’d wait to hear what Jack had to say.

Wait…while she hoped and prayed that he’d ask her to be his wife.…