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As she stared at the Queensboro Bridge arching across the river, she hoped for any tiny miracle that could open John’s heart again. If an unexpected pregnancy was what it would take to shake some life back into him, so be it.

Deep in thought, she jumped when he took her hand. “What do you say we head for home?”

Home? Did she really and finally have a home?

“I thought I’d make pasta for dinner tonight.”

So far he’d cooked all the meals. “Why don’t you let me cook tonight?”

“Let me take care of you.”

Polly couldn’t let herself dream too much. All the years she’d never let herself get too comfortable wherever she was staying had trained her to take nothing for granted. If she got swept up in this little fantasy of having a home, it would hurt that much more when reality kicked in, and in her life reality always stepped in.

“Besides, you’re my guest. It’s my job to make you feel at home.”

So she was just a guest. She really needed to keep that in mind. She may as well let him wait on her, and while he made the spaghetti sauce she’d start her knitting project.

By Monday, Polly didn’t know how the hospital radar had picked it up so fast but she’d noticed odd glances and hushed conversations that stopped abruptly whenever she got near. It wasn’t in her nature to be paranoid, but she was beginning to wonder if someone had been spying on her and John over the weekend.

During lunch, while eating another carefully prepared meal by John, she cornered Darren and grilled him. “Is something going on I don’t know about?”

“I think I should be asking you that,” he said, taking a huge bite of an Italian lunchmeat sandwich.

“What’s everyone whispering about?” She decided to continue to play dumb.

“We’re all wondering exactly when you and Dr. Griffin found the time to become a couple. That’s all.”

“We’re not a couple.”

“You’re not. A couple.”

She thinned her lips and shook her head.

“Who made that lunch for you?” He used his sandwich to point at her wholewheat bread, sliced chicken with avocado and sprouts sandwich.

She thought about lying but that wasn’t in her nature. “John—I mean Dr. Griffin did.” She didn’t want to come clean until she cleared it with John.

“And who’d you walk into work with this morning?