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though Liz’s whole belly kind of shifted to the side.
    “You just experienced a rollover,” Liz said. “Trust me, it’s quite a sensation from the inside.”
    “I bet it is,” he said, longing to lift her blouse and lay his cheek against her stomach. Instead he reluctantly dropped his hand.
    “You have to get over worrying about implicatingme, Alex,” she said as she set their plates on the table. “We have to tell—”
    “No,” he repeated, and sat down opposite her.
    “You still don’t trust anyone, do you?”
    “I trust you,” he said.
    “But you didn’t trust me when it mattered. You didn’t give the law a chance. You still won’t.”
    “You mean that idiot, Kapp.”
    “Roger Kapp isn’t so bad.”
    “He’s a dangerous fool. Maybe my poor opinion of him stems from the fact that he was out at my house a lot as I grew up, hassling my brothers. He was a deputy then and liked to throw his weight around. Or maybe it’s the way he used you to get to me.”
    “Try to put the past behind you. Let’s just talk to him—”
    “Look, it’s my hide we’re talking about. And I’m the one who fouled things up. Now, eat something. You need to keep your strength up.”
    For the first time since she’d opened the door the night before, she really smiled. Alex drank in the sight—to him more breathtaking than any sunrise—and hoped he’d find a way to make it happen again.
    “Tonight we share the same bed,” he said softly, admiring the lovely curve of her jaw. This new clarity of her features was one of the surprising bonuses of her shorter hair. He could see the long, graceful line of her neck, her sweet earlobes, her golden eyebrows. “I don’t know the rules about sex and pregnancy, but surely being held in a husband’s arms is on the approved list,” he added tenderly.
    The smiled faded and she grew increasingly silent. He tried concentrating on the taste of fresh eggs and icy juice. He tried living in the moment, relishing the soundsof the soft rain on the roof, the hum of the refrigerator, the distant thunder of waves. The very fact that he was back in the middle of his own life, seated at his own table, looking at his own wife, was astounding and cause for profound thankfulness. He tried to ignore the black cloud he could feel hovering over them both.
    Nothing worked. Liz fed Sinbad bits of egg which he seemed to demand with strident yowls. She folded and refolded her napkin, moved her juice glass from one side of the placemat to the other.
    “Remember when you found out you were pregnant?” he asked.
    That got her attention. She said, “Yes. Of course.”
    “You put on that tight red dress with the low, sexy back and bought a bottle of sparkling apple cider. You even soaked off the cider label and replaced it with a champagne label, remember? You made sure we had the evening alone, made a platter of fancy little things to eat, sat me down, mumbled something I couldn’t understand and then started fidgeting. In fact, before you finally got the news out, you did everything but reline the kitchen shelves.”
    She smiled at the memory. “Well, I was nervous.”
    “I know. And now you’re at it again.”
    She stopped folding her napkin into triangles and looked up at him.
    “Besides everything, Liz, what’s troubling you?”
    “Nothing.”
    He put his hand over hers. “I’m not an idiot. Come on, fess up, what’s wrong?”
    She cast him a wary glance and bit her top lip. “I just keep thinking about how you must have hated me.”
    There was nothing in the world she could have saidthat would have astonished him more. “What are you talking about?”
    Brushing wayward strands of pale hair from her forehead, she said, “You thought I killed Uncle Devon and then sat by while you took the blame for it.”
    “No, no, honey. I thought you understood that I understood—”
    “You thought I was more worried about myself than I was about you. It makes me feel terrible that you could