Rozhkov, please don’t take this personally, but you have to put yourself in my shoes. This is the second marriage of my daughter’s I’ve had no prior warning about.” Seth cut his gaze to Meg, who was now transferring the uncooked beef into the pot and watching him as she did it. She raised both eyebrows. He’d always assumed that her first marriage had been well coordinated, as most everything else in her life seemed. What had happened? Did her parents discourage the match, but go along with the marriage after the fact? Seth cleared his throat. “I’m sorry. Once things started moving, it was like trying to stop a rolling ball from going downhill.” Was that right, or had he botched another idiom? He looked at Meg, who nodded and grunted. “Sounds about right,” she whispered. “Tell me—and I promise that if you want to keep it a secret, I won’t say a word—is she pregnant? Is that why you did it?” His jaw dropped so fast the hinges creaked, but he couldn’t stop himself from staring down at her belly.
