Alex stared out the window again. Amelia’s visit had done nothing to cure his restlessness. Now he had an added burden. He was going to be a father again. As much as Amelia kept things close to the vest, which made her hard to read, Alex doubted that she was lying. The child was his.

This was unexpected but never unwelcome. He’d enjoyed raising Isabel. He’d never thought he’d be a father again as he had never been willing to give his heart to anyone else. His dead wife would ...