The Pregnancy Plan / Hope's Child. Helen R. Myers

you was at the very top.”

      She remembered that, too, and how she’d thought the drop in her belly was the car moving, until she realized it hadn’t moved at all. That was the day she’d fallen in love with him.

      “I think the local high school boys still lure their girlfriends onto the ride to steal kisses,” she told him.

      “I’m sure it’s not a strategy exclusive to high school kids,” he said, curling his arm around her shoulders.

      She eyed him warily. “Don’t get any ideas.”

      “Too late,” he said, just before his lips touched hers.