Vincent frowned and asked, “Gabby, why aren’t you eating? Don’t you like oranges?”

Before I could answer, he added, “I thought all pregnant women loved them.”

As he spoke, he placed his other hand gently over my lower abdomen.

My body tensed up. Instinctively, I wanted to push his hand away, but under Ryan’s knowing, unreadable gaze, I forced myself to stay still.

Vincent’s palm was warm, almost possessive, as if asserting a ...