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“Who’s is it?”
“Who’s is what?” Rosa jerked her hand aside but she knew it was too late.
“Neither one knew.” Pierre said it as a flat accusation.
She wilted. “I don’t either. It was a birth control failure, not a plan. I guess now, without a DNA test that I can’t ask for, I never will.” She wanted to cry again, but she’d done enough of that. And that hadn’t even been for Tango or Gutz, not really. It had been for the overwhelming madness that her life had become.
Her hand returned to her belly of its own volition. She’d heard about that, but never really believed. It was ridiculous.
Except both of her child’s potential fathers just died. And wasn’t it obvious that Pierre had something he wasn’t telling her about them. But she trusted him; she probably didn’t want to know whatever
