Two meant she was. Dazed, Mia Trent stared at the two thin blue lines coming through the small window of the narrow white stick. This was her third test. She had used up all the pregnancy tests available in the small pink box, including the bonus one. All three read positive. Mia sat on the edge of the tub, not sure how to feel or what to think. She hadn’t planned for— The loud knock on her apartment door jarred her out of her dazed thoughts. Oh God. Nate. She had forgotten she’d invited him over for dinner tonight. Mia jumped up, stuffed all three tests back in the box, tied them up in the pharmacy bag then threw the bag under the sink. The knocking came again. Mia rushed to the front of her apartment. She took a few deep, steadying breaths, trying not to look as frazzled as she felt, before undoing the locks. At her doorway stood the love of her life. Nate McArthur. He was handsome in his black windbreaker and dark jeans. The drizzle outside glistened on his mussed chestnut brown hair, which added to his appeal.
