Page 123 of Carbon Dating
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‘No surprises,’ he assured her.
‘Okay, let’s go,’ she said, slipping her hand into his and tugging him up the steps to the stage.
Laurel accepted the microphone from Sylvie, and Nate grabbed the spare one from the table.
‘Thank you all for coming today. I’m Dr Nate Daley,’ he said.
‘And I’m Laurel Fletcher.’ She let him take the lead.
‘She is, but one day, I’m hoping she’ll be Laurel Daley,’ Nate said. The audience tittered.
Laurel’s eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. Nate shot her a smug wink. She rubbed her belly gently.
No surprises, indeed.
