Tara’s POV

“Tara, are you pregnant?”

That sentence kept echoing in my head like a voice I couldn’t shut off. Me? Pregnant? Was I already looking like one of those glowing women in maternity ads? No. Absolutely not! My stomach was flat, and this must not be the explanation for every little symptom I've been having lately.

“You must be sick in your head to call me pregnant,” I snapped, the words tumbling out sharper than I meant.

His expression softened, and his eyes searched mine with something that looked close to worry. “You’re getting things the wrong way, Tara. I was just concerned for you.”

“Concerned?” I pushed myself...