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“Saxon, what in heaven’s name are you doing?”

Saxon, shirtless, was splitting wood. His back muscles bunched each time he swung the ax, and his skin glistened with sweat. It shocked her to see him doing physical labor. He’d never wanted to help around the ranch. But shock wasn’t all. Desire gnawed at her enough to have her clutching her stomach.

Pausing, he spun, saw her and grinned. “I’m cutting wood. What does it look like I’m doing?”

“Why?” Jewell waved a hand aimlessly, more to cool her face than anything.

“The temperature’s gonna dip, and it might rain. I figured I’d fill the shed near the house with wood. I left you a message earlier.”

“I had a doctor’s appointment.”

“You did? How did that go?” Burying the blade in the stump, he reached for a T-shirt and rubbed it down his chest.

Jewell’s eyes tracked the path of the soft fabric before she blurted, “I’m pregnant. Eight weeks.”