He’d dropped Savannah off at the entrance so she wouldn’t have far to walk and his mother must have seen her come in. Now she waited. The stance was one he’d seen a time or two before. He was in trouble. “Eleanor, you look very nice,” Jack said dutifully, leaning down to kiss his mother on the cheek. “Don’t give me that shit,” she snapped. “Why am I the last to hear that Savannah went to the obstetrician?” “It’s nothing. She just wanted to have a little check-up and get on prenatal vitamins.” His mother’s eyes glazed over. They went soft, faraway and out of focus. A smile graced her lips. “Savannah is…pregnant? With a baby?” He suppressed a sigh. For a woman whose greatest passions in life were travel, tennis and shopping, she still could be completely undone by some small, smiling baby. He’d seen it before, the glazed look, the soft cooing, moving toward some unsuspecting mother, hands out-stretched in some strange rapture.
