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“You can let go of me now…”

Cripes. Travis was holding Rachel with his other arm, tucked against his body and out of harm’s way.

“Oh…sorry…ah, I—” He didn’t know what to say because he didn’t know what he’d been thinking.

A small handful, a perfect fit, her belly hard and warm against him, she belonged in his arms.

It felt natural and good to hold her.

No! No, no, no. He didn’t need a woman in his life right now, especially not one laden with burdens he didn’t want to bear.

A funny smile curled her lips. “I truly can take care of myself, Travis. I deal with stuff like this most nights.”

“I really didn’t know I was doing that.”

“I know. I could tell.”

The feeling of well-being, and the sense of rightness she engendered in him, shook him so badly that he rushed to let her go.

Before he could, the softest of touches flitted across his ribs. Wonder filled him.

The touch had come from Rachel’s big belly.