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Chapter 5

Stunning how she could still function when her heartbeat and breathing were stopped cold. Jess sat on the closed lid of the toilet in the powder room just off the kitchen and stared at the little clear window in the white plastic stick.

She shook it.

It was wrong, of course. Had to be.

Picking up the box, she reread the directions. “Most accurate test on the market, my foot.”

There was simply no way she could be pregnant.

Not now.

Not with him.

She didn’t even know him. Not really.

Jess flicked the plastic stick into the trash, a throbbing burn starting behind her eyes. She tried blinking rapidly and staring up at the ceiling as her nose began to run and the tears came anyway, then turned into a full-on crying jag.

A few minutes later a knock at the bathroom door jarred her. Jess sniffled loudly, then grabbed some tissue and blew her nose.

“You doing okay in there?” Edgar’s voice made the tears well up all over again.

“Yes—no—I don’t know.”

The door opened a sliver and he peeked in. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Everything.” Jess wiped her face with the backs of her hands, but the tears were still sliding down her cheeks. “It’s just all so silly. I should be happy, not crying, shouldn’t I?”

He looked thoroughly puzzled. “Is this a female thing?” he asked cautiously.