In her bedroom, Mallory undressed, slipped into a pajama shorts set, and climbed into bed. Brock had seemed so distant tonight and she couldn’t figure out why. Then it dawned on her. Either he was using her or didn’t feel the same way she did. But then again, how could he have used her? They didn’t do anything, and he was a perfect gentleman. The only thing she could fathom was that he just didn’t care for her the way she cared for him.

She turned over, vowing to just get through the holiday and the birth of her niece or nephew, and then she’d never have to see Brock...