Chapter 10

When Lizzie looked up to see Trent entering the lobby at her OBGYN’s office, she had to restrain herself from laughing. Here was Trent—all tattoos and muscles—amidst a bunch of pregnant women and young children. There were a few husbands, but for the most part, it was all hormonal women with various-sized bellies.

Lizzie had texted Trent to let him know when her ultrasound was scheduled, and he’d assured her he’d be there. It was strange to have him here, and yet, she was glad not to be alone.

“It’s freezing in here,” Trent muttered as he sat down next to her.

That made Lizzie laugh. “Do you want to tell a bunch of pregnant women that you want to turn up the thermostat?”

“Good point. I’ll just suffer in silence.”

She shook her head as she continued to read the fashion magazine she’d reached for earlier, but she couldn’t concentrate. She could smell Trent’s woodsy scent, and every time he shifted in his chair, she lost her place.

Finally, she set the magazine aside and asked him,