Half-asleep, she inhaled the well-loved scent. Her stomach rebelled, nausea wrapping rough fingers around her throat. With a groan, she rolled from the bed and dashed for the small bath off Stanton’s guest room.“Baby,” she mumbled around her toothbrush after retching her lungs out again, “you’d better make up for this when it’s time for the terrible twos. I expect you to be quite well behaved.”“Autry?” A quick rap at the closed bedroom door accompanied Stanton’s voice. “You up? Breakfast’s on.”Ignoring the way his deep tones sent a rush of warmth through her, she rinsed her mouth and spit. “Be right there.”She didn’t bother with her hair, but threw a robe on over her pajamas and padded to the kitchen. Cereal and bowls of fresh fruit waited on the small table, along with glasses of juice. She cast a longing look at the coffeemaker and covered her mouth and nose.Stanton pulled the milk from the refrigerator and turned. His brows descended in a concerned frown.
