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“Unbelievable.” Rafe paced the living room. He looked tired and worried.
I wanted to pull him down beside me on the couch and say something to make him feel better, smooth those worry lines between his dark brows. Problem was, even with his jaw set and his body fairly humming with frustration, he was one hundred percent yummy male. I couldn’t forget how we’d been together, how he’d wanted me. I kept my hands twisted together in my lap, determined to keep this friendship platonic where it belonged. I was happy with Jerry and that was enough for me. I was one sick puppy if I couldn’t be satisfied with the incredible man I had. My stomach churned at the truth of that.
“Well, we didn’t actually get into the DNA test question yet. Jerry dropped by and all hell broke loose.”
“Oh, yeah?” Rafe managed a smile. “I bet it did. The feud still goin’?”
“I’m trying to keep a lid on it. For now, we’re just about confirming the pregnancy and, I hope, proving that the timing’s off for this baby to be yours.”
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