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Why would he do this?
Oh God! He knows, doesn’t he?
But how?
No, it’s not possible! He’s not a psychic.
Still, my lips stop moving. My hands freeze in place.
Panic surges through me like an electric shock, sending shivers to my abdomen.
Tension suddenly hangs heavy in the air. I feel exposed and vulnerable.
My mind races, trying to process the implications. Blinking a few times, I try to rid myself of the mental fog that has taken over my mind.
My hands fall to my side, and Tiero pulls away slowly.
The physical distance is nothing compared to the one growing in my heart. It reaches chasm size, deep and gauging… and insurmountable.
I stare into his eyes, searching desperately for any sign of what he might be thinking.
His hand on my stomach doesn’t move, weighing me down like a ton of bricks.
This is just my guilt for wanting to keep our baby a secret from him, right? My fear of Tiero finding out the truth is fuelling my imagination.
I should say something, but my lips, eager and animated just seconds ago, now are uncooperative.
My body is frozen in place, caught in a spotlight of guilt.
I open my mouth to speak, but a knock on the door makes me close it just as quickly.
Tiero’s eyes don’t leave mine, their intensity burning into my flesh, willing me to confess all my sins.
Another knock makes my gaze wander to the front of the cabin.
“It’s Dr. Agosti,” Tiero eventually offers, not moving an inch toward the door. Is he expecting me to?
“I don’t need a doctor,” I declare.
My fainting spell wasn’t real after all, but Tiero doesn’t know that.
“Please, cuore mio, for my peace of mind.”
His voice is soft and travels over me like smooth velvet, and for a fleeting moment, it soothes the turbulent storm of emotions raging within me.
In the soft cadence of his voice, I detect vulnerability—a vulnerability that mirrors my own and bridges the gap between us.
His hand now circles my abdomen protectively, his gaze riveted to where his hand touches me before he shifts his eyes back to mine.
My stomach somersaults.
Holy crap, it’s true!
I swallow hard.
“How?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
“How do you know?” I try to steady my trembling hands, to hide the quiver in my voice, but his gaze renders me defenseless.
