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What’s my fault?”
    “ This !” She gestured at the pile of discarded clothing. “Nothing fits me!”
    “Ah.” Understanding dawned in his mint-green eyes. “Junior’s getting big, huh?”
    Emma stared down at her stomach. OK, logically she knew that she was being ridiculous. She knew that she should be thrilled that she was almost five months pregnant with Dean’s son. She knew that it was a wonderful, miraculous thing for her body to be doing this at all, especially so soon after her remission from cancer. She knew that Dean would love her even if she got to be the size of a minivan, that he’d find her devastatingly sexy even if she never wore a hot dress or high heels again.
    Yeah, she knew all that. But right in this moment, she kind of forgot.
    “I have nothing to wear!” she burst out. “I mean, my oversized things were getting a bit tight last week, but it’s like my stomach doubled in size overnight! I’m not prepared… I was going to go shopping this weekend, and now I have to go to the doctor and then to the safe house and I have nothing to wear except for my pyjamas!” She glared at him, her dark blue eyes flashing fire. “And it’s all your fault !”
    Dean set down the coffee cup a safe distance away, in case she got it in to her head to throw it at him. He ran his hands through his scruffy blond hair, tried not to laugh. Emma was totally adorable when she was mad, but he knew she wasn’t going to appreciate that right now. Right now, he had to calm down the pregnant woman. He also had to help her get dressed.
    “Emma?”
    “Yes, Dean?” She made the two syllables sound like a threat.
    “I have some clothes for you.”
    That gave her pause. “You – you do?”
    Thinking that it was safe to approach, Dean moved closer. “Yeah.”
    “How? How do you have clothes for me?”
    “I went shopping last week, when you first said that your waistbands were getting tight.”
    She squinted up at his handsome face. “I don’t understand.”
    “I went shopping for you.”
    “At clothing stores?”
    “Yeah.”
    “ Women’s clothing stores?” she clarified.
    He snorted, covered it up by coughing. “Yeah.”
    She sat down on the bed. “I – I don’t believe it.”
    “Believe it, baby.” He smiled at her now, that hot, slow smile that brought her to her knees every single time she saw it – sometimes even literally to my knees in front of him – and her stomach jumped. Or maybe the baby was just doing gymnastics again.
    “Can I see them?” she said.
    “Of course.” He went to his side of the closet and rummaged around on the floor. He stood up, a few bags in his hands. “Here we go.”
    Silently, Emma watched Dean unpack the clothes, still a bit disbelieving. When she saw the clothes, she shot past stunned and landed right on stupefied. They were perfect… absolutely gorgeous.
    She picked up a deep-blue wrap-around dress, noticed that it was almost the same color as her eyes. The other dresses were equally flattering, the jackets were cut perfectly for her slim shoulders and rounded ass, the blouses were sexy and colorful, the skirts were the ideal length for her short, curvy legs. She picked up a pair of chocolate-brown knee-high boots with zippers and low heels, and she shook her head.
    “How…” she said softly. “Dean, how ?”
    “Well, I had help.”
    A sudden vision of Dean storming a woman’s clothing store with his ex-battalion brothers came to her. She fought back a giggle, imagining Dallas Foreman, Chris Brooker, Jim Alden and Dean all standing around, scowling at the bewildered saleswomen and discussing the merits of various dresses and blouses for her. Like Dean, they were all huge, hulking guys with muscles and tattoos and bad-ass attitudes – though every one of them was a gentle, kind man in his heart.
    “Who helped you?” she asked.
    Dean grinned at her. “You think it was the boys, huh?”
    “Uh, well.” She smiled back at him. “I figure these boots