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There’d been a time when she wasn’t afraid of anything.

Now, everything, everyone, every action needed to be thought over, accepted or rejected, and it fell on her shoulders. Maybe it was the pregnancy playing havoc with her thoughts as well as her hormones. She hoped so. Because then, after her little girl was born, things would go back to normal.

No, they’d never go back to normal, but she’d at least be able to make good decisions again.

“Peeve likes kids.” Oscar’s voice was deep, his smile broad.

So were his shoulders. He was tall, with a square jaw and black hair cut short. There’d been a time when Shelley might have added gorgeous to her assessment. Now she was looking for a flaw.

Not his eyes. They were so deep a brown they bordered on black. And they spoke to her. They hinted at safety, yet...she wasn’t sure she could trust him with her secret.