"You should eat something," Hunter said after a while, his voice low and gentle. "It’s getting late."

I shook my head, unable to imagine putting food in my stomach. "I'm not hungry."

"Grace." There was that tone, soft but unyielding. I knew I wasn't going to get away with not eating. "The baby needs you to eat."

The baby. Our baby. The reminder sent a fresh wave of protectiveness through me. I'd been so focused on Hunter's arrest that I'd barely thought about the tiny life growing inside ...