Even that minor, incidental physical contact made her heart jump. Darn it, he was the sexiest man she’d ever met, even with a scar and limp. And she must be feeling a little more vulnerable than usual.
The kids. Think about the kids.
She took a deep breath. “Can I come in?”
“If you want,” Willow agreed.
Fiona pushed open the door. Willow lay on the bed, curled on her side around a pillow she clutched to her middle. Fiona sat on the edge of the bed.
“You okay, kiddo?”
Face wan, she nodded. “I have cramps.”
“Period starting?” Thank heavens for the tampons John had produced yesterday.
“Not yet. But it must be.”
“Have you taken anything?”
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