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you feel about that?”
    He raised his brows and leaned back. “I don’t know.”
    And he didn’t. Not really.
    He did know he didn’t want to get involved with her again.
    She fell silent.
    “And your phone call?” he asked.
    She blinked up at him. “Huh?”
    He repeated the question.
    “Oh. Dustin.”
    “Ah. The panter.”
    “The mooner.” She rested her chin in her hand, her elbow propped against the counter. “Or, as the rest of the diner staff like to call him, my baby daddy.”
    She tilted her head slightly to look at him as if waiting for his response.
    “Oh. You have a child together.”
    “No. Not yet.”
    He squinted at her. “Now I’m not sure I’m following you.”
    She looked away as if weighing whether or not to continue, then met his gaze fully, her chin coming up a tad higher than before. “I’m pregnant…and he’s the father….”

4
    T HERE . S HE ’ D said it.
    Geneva paid an inordinate amount of attention to the crust she was pushing in and out of the whipped cream that remained in the chocolate marshmallow pie pan. By rights, she should have said something much sooner. The minute they’d sat down at the counter. Maybe even found a way to casually mention it early on. Something along the lines of, “Gee, I can’t remember my feet ever hurting this badly when I wasn’t pregnant,” or “Boy, if I wasn’t pregnant, I’d take you back to my place and do all the naughty things I see playing out behind your sexy eyes.”
    She couldn’t be sure why she’d been hesitant to say anything.
    Yes, she could; she knew exactly why she hadn’t shared the news: because for that short time, she’d enjoyed being just her. Just a single woman enjoying flirting with a hot, single man.
    “You’re…pregnant?”
    The two words broke through her reverie. She tried to decide whether the emotion behind them was more of shock or regret, but all she seemed capable of concentrating on was now that the proverbial cat was out of the bag, there was no getting it back in. You couldn’t exactly retract something like that. Pretend you were joking.
    And why would she? For a frivolous, albeit surely hot night between the sheets with a handsome stranger?
    Wasn’t that how she’d ended up as a single, expectant mother in the first place?
    She grimaced and found herself eating the crust, even though she hadn’t intended to.
    Comparing what had happened between her and Dustin two months ago and…well, tonight, was like saying the satin of a wedding dress and the satin that lined a coffin were the same.
    She drank the rest of her milk to help wash the crumbs down.
    “Yes,” she said simply.
    Mace sat back as if stepping out of the path of a speeding truck. Not that she could blame him. Essentially, that’s what she was, wasn’t she?
    Not that she viewed her baby in that light. While unexpected, she’d instantly grown attached to the idea of having a child growing within her. Her son or daughter. And meeting him or her topped the list of things she most looked forward to.
    When it came to the opposite sex seeing her as dating material, however…well, she could understand how that would come as a major deterrent.
    Was there such a thing as a pregnant-woman fetish?
    She nearly laughed at the ridiculous thought.
    What man in his right mind would want to make love to a woman already pregnant with another man’s child.
    “So, you two were…are a couple?”
    She blinked to look at him. “Dustin and I? No. We’ve always been just friends.”
    He nodded slowly but she could tell he was not only not following her, he was so far behind he couldn’t make her out in the distance.
    She propped her chin in her hand and tried to explain. Not that the confusing story was all that clear to her.
    Taking care of her mother while her illness had slowly ultimately robbed her of the tiniest breath had hollowed Geneva out until sometimes it seemed only her beating, hurting heart remained. Her friends and everyone at