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“Roger is between jobs right now. I’ll get him on it. You have the ex’s information for me so I can start researching?”

“Yup.”

Chase leaned down and kissed the tip of his wife’s nose. “Relax for a bit while I get her home and check out the security at her place. You’ll be all right for a while?”

She shook her head at him in exasperation. “Yeah, Chase. I think I’ll be fine here by myself for ten minutes until Rayne stops by and collects me for lunch.”

Chase didn’t even care Sadie had realized three months ago that anytime he couldn’t be with her, he’d arranged for one of their friends or his sister to be by her side. The last thing he wanted was her going into premature labor or getting hurt when he wasn’t there to help her.

He wasn’t going to tell her that her uncle was also keeping tabs on her with an invisible app he’d installed on her phone.

“Nothing’s going to happen,” she said softly, running her hand over her belly. “We’ve made it this far, we’re fine.”

The worst day in Chase’s life was the day a year and a half ago when Sadie had miscarried their child. He had only been ten weeks old, and it hammered home how fragile life was…and how precious.

“Of course you are. Call me if you need anything,” Chase ordered as he stood and began to gather the things he needed to assess their new client’s safety at her home.

“Hand me my laptop?” Sadie asked.

He did.

“And my cell?”

Chase happily retrieved that from the edge of his desk.

“Can you get me a bottle of water before you go too?”

With a smile, Chase walked over to the small fridge in the corner of the office and pulled out a water for her. He also grabbed a serving of string cheese, and a piece of chocolate cake left over from the night before that he’d brought into the office, just in case.

Sadie smiled up at him as he handed her everything.

“Anything else?” he asked, having no problem fetching things for her.

“No, I’m good now. Thanks.”

Without a word, Chase pulled the small ottoman over and picked up her feet and placed them on it. He made sure the blanket on the back of the chair was within reach and he scooted the small table next to her chair so she could reach it better.

“You’re too good to me,” Sadie said.

“Never,” Chase vowed, then kissed her one more time before standing and heading out. He stopped in the doorway and looked back at her. “I’ll spend the rest of my days doing any and everything to make your life, and that of our son, perfect.” Then he blew her a kiss and left.

Truck and Mary, five years after the weddings.

* * *

“Are you ready?” Truck asked his wife.

Mary didn’t take her eyes away from the doorway as she nodded her head eagerly.

They were in Banbasa, India, a little over two hundred miles east of Delhi. Before meeting with the adoption agency, they’d never heard of the small town, much less the orphanage named The Good Shepherd.

At first, Mary had been opposed to having any children, or even pets. She was deathly afraid the cancer would return. But after a year had passed and she’d gotten the all-clear from her doctors, then two years, then three, she began to make comments in passing about children and how cute they were.

Truck had finally sat her down and point blank asked her if she wanted kids.

She’d cried but admitted that she hadn’t thought she did. After her awful upbringing and experiences, she was afraid that she wouldn’t know how to be a good mother. But after spending a lot of time with her friends’ children, she realized how much she wanted to have a family. They’d had several conversations with her doctor, and while he said her having kids wasn’t impossible, there were risks. They’d decided to adopt.

“Do you think they’ll like us?” Mary asked fretfully.