By the time he got back to Laurel House, he still hadn’t made up his mind what to do, so in the end he decided to play it by ear.
He parked the car and went inside. He was shutting the front door behind him when he heard her footsteps on the stairs. And by the time he’d walked into the foyer, she was almost at the bottom.
She stopped on the last step and looked at him warily.
“Hi,” he said, assessing her with new eyes in light of what Molly had told him. “How’s it going?”
She was all skin and bone and long arms and longer legs, but if her waist had thickened at all he had no way of telling because the pink silk blouson top she was wearing over her cream miniskirt gave nothing away.
He scrutinized her face, searching for whatever tell-tale signs Molly had seen. Was it the heaviness of her eyes? The tightly drawn skin over her nose? The tiny break-out of a rash on one smooth temple?
Dammit, he didn’t know what the first signs of pregnancy were!
Liz put a hand on the newel post and frowned across at him.
“What’s the matter?” Her voice rang with challenge. “Why on earth are you staring at me like that?”
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