Despite myself, I rolled my eyes. “Great,” I muttered. “Now there’s another way for you to pester me whenever you want.”
“That’s the spirit,” he grinned, although the smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. He took a step toward me, head tilting as he studied my face. “You look terrible, darling.”
“Thanks.”
“I mean it. You’re pale—paler than usual, I mean. There are circles under your eyes.” His hand reached out, hovering near my cheek without touching it. “Have you been eating?”
I turned away and stomped over to my desk, tossing the letter opener down, then began to shuffle some papers—anything to avoid looking at him. “The baby’s fine, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“I’m worried about you both,” he said softly.
The tenderness in his voice made my chest ache all
