“You look fine, gorgeous, glowing actually,” Bryce said with humor in his voice. “You’re carrying twins, by the way. You’re bigger than most expecting women. Remember what the doctor said.” Bryce never knew he could be so attracted to a pregnant woman. But he was. In her six month of pregnancy, each time he touched her stomach to feel the babies move, he wanted her. They hadn’t done more than share a few kisses since their encounter that fateful night. Isa was beginning to trust him, but he saw the reservation in her eyes if they got hot and heavy. He couldn’t blame her. After the misunderstanding, he had been like a Mac truck and threatened everything she knew. Guilt still swamped him when he thought about her in the hospital bed writhing in pain. She didn’t know how long he’d been there when she woke up. But even under the medication, she mumbled how scared she was, of him and what he’d said. He understood why Dr. Allary had been so suspicious of abuse.
