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explain to me what that means?”
    With a sigh, she nodded. “I’ve suspected it for several weeks, but I wanted to be sure.” She glanced toward the hallway again and dropped her voice. “I took a home pregnancy test. It was positive.”
    Nodding, he thought about it, although he didn’t know a lot about those kinds of things. “You’re sure it wasn’t too early? You know, so it worked right?”
    â€œThere’s no doubt, Morgan. I know my own body.”
    â€œOf course you do. I’m just trying…” Trying to what? Pretend this wasn’t happening? Hoping it wasn’t? That wasn’t completely false, but he needed to accept this one hundred percent, without a doubt. “I guess what I am trying to find out is if you’ve seen a doctor yet.”
    â€œI have an appointment on Tuesday, as a matter of fact.” Her chin went up again, and he suddenly saw the resemblance, plain and clear, between her, Kate and their aunt. “But there’s no doubt, absolutely none.”
    â€œOkay. I just think we should make sure, before we go off making plans.”
    He jumped when she slammed her hands on the table and shot to her feet. “No, that isn’t it at all,” she said, her voice rising. “It’s easier to pretend it isn’t happening or to think it might be someone else’s.” She leaned down, peering into his eyes. “Is that it, Morgan? You think it belongs to someone else?”
    â€œHell, no!” he shouted back.
    â€œThat’s good,” she said, not moving even an inch back, “because there’s never been anyone else. Not ever. Not before, not after, not ever. So if you think that’s the way it is, you can walk right out that door right nowand never—and I mean never —show your face here again.”
    â€œWhat’s going on down here?”
    Morgan nearly came out of his seat, sure his short-cropped hair was standing on end, and Trish had jumped up, nearly tangling herself in her chair. “Nothing. Just talking,” he managed to answer as he turned to see Aggie and Hettie in the doorway. How much had they heard?
    â€œTalking?” Aggie asked, striding into the room. “Sounded more like an argument to me.”
    Hettie nodded. “A loud one.”
    Trish sank to her chair. “It’s nothing. Just a disagreement between two people.” She slid a warning look at Morgan. “I think he’s ready to go, Hettie.”
    He noticed that her hands, which she quickly clasped in front of her on the table, were trembling. He felt bad. Real bad. Trish would never trick him into something. He wanted to assure her that he knew that with all his heart and soul. But with Aggie and Hettie standing there, it was impossible. He knew women could be wrong about being pregnant, and he didn’t want to learn, nor did he want Trish to learn, that it was a case of an imaginary pregnancy.
    But he was damn glad there wasn’t anyone else involved in this thing. Now all he had to do was wait until she told him what the doctor had to say. After that, he’d be ready to move forward and start making arrangements, whatever those arrangements might be.

Chapter Five
    Trish sat in the waiting room flipping through the glossy pages of a magazine and wishing this first doctor visit was over. If Morgan knew that he’d put doubt in her mind, he’d be surprised. Or would he?
    Frankly, she was still amazed that she’d blown up at him on Christmas Day, accusing him of thinking there was someone else in her life. She blamed her hormones. She hadn’t known she could hit red rage quite so quickly. She never had before, and she was shocked by how good it had felt to let all that pent-up anger at him for the past six months surface.
    She glanced at the reception desk, hoping she’d be called soon. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the door open and the last person she