A sudden contraction hit her gut. "Nnngh..." The groan forced its way out as she doubled over.
By the time the pain subsided enough for her to breathe, Annie was already gone.
Brianna lay there, holding the box to her chest, while her mind drifted to the man downstairs. Could it have been Lucian? She immediately shook her head.
The thought was almost funny. She squeezed her eyes shut, as a hollow ache bloomed in her chest that had nothing to do with her cramps.
'Don't be a fool,' she told herself. 'Lucian Colburn didn't have a "sweet" bone in his body.'
Even if he were playing the part of the doting husband for an audience, he wouldn't stoop to something this... observant.
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By the time Brianna woke up, yawning, her senses were covered with the sweet aroma of breakfast. The pain from yesterday had turned into a dull ache now.
On the nightstand sat a tray.
