BethThe doorbell rang just as I was kicking off my shoes. I frowned, exchanging a glance with Rachel, who’d followed me into the house after she brought me home. Stacy got home just five minutes later. “I’ll get it,” I said, brushing a hand over my bump and heading for the door.When I opened it, I plastered on a fake smile and greeted the woman on the other side of the door, “May I help you?”“Is Stacy home?” she asked, her smile tight. Too tight. The kind you wear when you’re used to winning—and not getting your way feels like a foreign language.Before I could answer, I felt him behind me. Heard the shift in his breathing as soon as he saw her.“What are you doing here?” Stacy’s voice was calm. But under it—ice.Her eyes lit up. “Is that any way to treat the mother of your child?”He didn’t miss a beat. “Well, not if you were the mother of my child.”His arm slid around me, hand resting gently—firmly—over my belly. “This,” he said, voice steel and silk, “is the mother of my child
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