Damien went completely still.

Linnea was pregnant.

The color drained from his face in an instant, replaced by something dark and stormy, the kind of look that made the air feel heavy.

Linnea flinched at his expression. She slowly pulled away from his shoulder and chose her words carefully. "It's yours. You never used protection, so I thought — I thought you wanted a baby."

His expression darkened further.

He looked at her, ...