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Amy nodded. “I know.”

Faith kissed her cheek. “We’ll be back in an hour. Try not to let Tru McCoy rattle you. He’s not worth your spit,” she called over her shoulder as she headed for the door.

Caleb lingered, giving her a long look. “You know, his movies aren’t even that good.” And with that, he followed after Faith.

Amy waited until she heard the door close and the car start in the driveway before she picked up her phone again. It was time to stop dreading this and just do it. She had to tell Tru he was going to be a father, and she had to do it today, to save her own sanity.

Oh God.

She was going to be sick again.

She pressed the back of her hand to her lips and breathed hard.

Calm down. Faith and Caleb were right. Tru McCoy wasn’t anything. He was just like any other man. Hollywood heartthrob. Those words meant nothing. It had all been one grand farce in the end, probably to get her into bed. Her and however many other women he was schmoozing on the sidelines.

When the anxious wave passed, she hit Tru’s contact number and lifted the phone to her ear. With each unanswered ring, her heart raced faster and faster. Maybe he was on set somewhere and away from his phone. Or he could have changed his number since they’d been together.

Then the call rang through to voicemail and she heard Tru’s voice for the first time in months. It startled her, sending an unpleasant shiver up her spine. Part of her was secretly glad he didn’t pick up. How awkward would that conversation have been? She would have stumbled over her words. He would have been confused hearing from her after all this time. It was better like this. She would leave him a message with all the details. That way he could get over the shock of hearing about the pregnancy first. And then they could speak about the baby when and if he called her back.

“Hi, Tru,” she said as the phone beeped. “It’s, uh, Amy. Hawkins,” she said as an afterthought. Who knew how much of an impression she’d really left? “Sorry to bother you like this. I know it’s unexpected, but…” She hesitated. She couldn’t tell him about the baby like this. Not on a voicemail. “Can you give me a call when you have a chance?” she said, the words rushing out of her. “It’s really important. Uh, okay thanks. Bye.”

Amy pulled the phone away from her ear and winced. Well, that was somehow both better and worse than she’d expected. Nothing to do now but wait for the horrible moment he replied. Amy hadn’t even had a chance to put her phone down before it started ringing. Tru’s name popped up and her eyes almost bugged out of her head. He was already calling her back!

“Dammit,” she muttered under her breath. She thought she’d have a little more time—maybe even a day—before he returned her call. She answered the phone, somewhat stunned. “Hello?”

“Amy, hi!” Tru said, his voice booming through the phone. Even after listening to the voicemail, it was still a shock to hear it. “It’s been a minute.”

“Yeah, you could say that,” she said.

“How are you?”

“I mean…” Where did she even start with that question?

Tru plowed on without letting her answer. “Look, I’m really sorry about the way things ended with us.”

“Tru, that’s not why I’m calling,” Amy hurried to say. “I—”

“I know I didn’t do right by you. Trust me. I know. And I’m so glad you reached out. I wanted to, honestly. I just didn’t know how to make things right. But when I saw you call, I knew this was my chance.”

“Your chance for what?”

“To fix things with us,” he said, like it was the most obvious answer in the world. “My romance with my costar was ill-advised.”

“Your romance?” Amy practically choked on the words. “Tru, it wasn’t just a romance. You married the woman!”

“And it was a stupid decision. One of the stupidest I’ve ever made.”

“Tru. Look, there’s something—”

“We’ve already filed for divorce.”

Amy touched her hand to her forehead. Her thoughts were all over the place. This was her child’s father? “I don’t know what to say.”

“Then don’t say anything. Not over the phone. Not like this. Can I come see you?” he asked.

What the hell was she supposed to say to that? “Tru, wait,” she said. Better to just spit it out and tell him the news before this went too far.

“No, I’ve decided. I’m coming to see you. To apologize in person. Let me make it up to you, Amy. I’ll fly to Bronco,” he said. “I’ll come there and you’ll see. You’ll see how sorry I am. How much I’ve changed.”