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"You look happy."

She grinned.

"I am. I'm getting married this weekend."

He lifted a brow. "Again?"

"This time for real." She took a deep breath and let it out in a rush.

"He's in love with me and gave me an ultimatum. Or something to that effect. Told me he's in love with me and wants a real marriage and kids."

She pressed a hand to her stomach. "I might even now be pregnant."

"We've not been using anything." She waved a hand.

"Anyway, he refused to take no for an answer, and I ended up saying yes. So, hence the trip to Vegas. He promised me gambling afterward. We're staying the weekend. And oh God!"

She closed her eyes briefly.

"I'm so in love with him. He pushed and pushed until I had no choice. Damn him!"

"Bastard. I should haul him in for questioning."

She laughed, leaning back on the pretty colorful cushions.

"You should. I missed you. There was an incident with the sperm donor."

He tensed slightly and decided it was time.

"I heard."

"You did?" She stared at him, puzzled.

"Craig called you?"

"No." He rubbed his palms over his knees.

"Douglas. He called the station and left an urgent message. I've been back since yesterday, and after getting the message, I went to see him at the inn. He was very distressed."

Her eyes kindled.

"I'm the one who should be upset. So, he's still here."

She rounded on him. "I hope you were not foolish enough to give him a cent."

"I didn't. Your husband did."

"What?" She blinked.

"He didn't tell you."

"Tell me what?"

"Muldoon went to see him at the inn. Turns out that the place belongs to them actually. Anyway," he shook his head.

"He went to confront Douglas, paid him a hundred and fifty grand."

Anger erupted. "He had no right..."