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Bene was good with that.

His lips grazed down her chin, and then she pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. Bene stayed like that for a second, lost in a space where it could be just the two of them, and nothing else. Where they didn’t have to deal with everything else quite yet.

“Everything else is just details after this,” he murmured, “and we can figure them out as we go, if that’s what you want to do.”

“I thought the point of this was that it’s what you want.”

Bene straightened up, meeting her gaze with a smirk. “Well …”

Vanna smiled back. “I’ll go wherever you take me as long as you’re there, too.”

“That’s all I need to know, then.”

Something flashed in her eyes.

A whole change in her demeanor, really. She went from happy and sweet, if not still a touch sad, to nervous in a blink.

He didn’t miss it.

Nor did he like it.

“What’s all that about now?”

Vanna’s gaze darted away from his, but just as quickly, their stares met as her lips moved to form words he hadn’t been expecting to hear. “I’m pregnant.”

“What?”

That seemed like the only appropriate response.

And the only one his brain formed.

“What?”

Vanna swallowed audibly. “It wasn’t intentional, please don’t think I did it on purpose.”

God, that’s what she assumed?

That he’d be pissed?

Bene blinked, asking, “The restaurant?”

It took Vanna a second.

“Yeah, I think so. You’re not going to ask about … him, or if he’s the … well, the father?”

Bene feltthe way his face changed at that question—how his expression morphed into something very unkind. That’s what the mention of Mario Detti did for him. He wasn’t even jealous of the man, and the asshole wasn’t free now, anyway. Wouldn’t be for a long time, if everything went well, and it would.

Still, he hated that bastard.

“No,” Bene said thickly, “because I know he isn’t.”

Vanna’s gaze held strong to his. “I wouldn’t let him touch me.”

“He didn’t deserve to. So, like a couple months or so?”

“About nine weeks, I think.”

Huh.