Out in the hallway, I turned right, trying to sort out everything I needed to say to Mase before I even brought up the baby. There was so much, but all I really wanted was for him to hold me. I'd missed his warmth and his musky scent, how we used to spend our nights talking about random, unimportant things when we weren't making babies. I realized we didn't have time for any of that now, that I needed to be semi-quick and to the point, but I'd missed him. I'd missed the man who'd ...