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His heart squeezed in hischest.
HGH levels consistent with day eight ofpregnancy.
A wide smile broke out on his face. He was going to be afather.
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Gemma’s headwas pounding and her throat was more sore than it had ever been in her life—one from the concussion she’d sustained, the other from the breathing tube that had kept her alive for thelastweek.
And then, as if reports of her coma-like state weren’t shocking enough, the doctor dropped a bomb on her she hadn’t seen coming. She waspregnant.
Pregnant!
She couldn’t stop crying. She cried all the way through a visit from the governor’s secretary, who told her she had just lost her job. And while they were reserving the right to disbar her pending a full investigation, initial indications were that she would get to keep her law license, which she knew damn well she didn’t deserve. They should’ve taken it all, stripped her ofeverything.
That would’ve beenjustice.
But she’d been granted mercyinstead.
She had no idea how they’d found out about her conduct on the HERO Force case, and frankly she didn’t care. She didn’t even have the desire to defend her actions. Nothing mattered beyond the new life that had taken hold in her battered, war-torn, forty-four-year-old, cancer-freebody.
She was going to haveababy.
It was amiracle.
It wasn’t supposed to happen. It wasn’t even supposed to be a possibility, yet here she was,knockedup.
She laughed through her tears. She was pregnant with Logan’s child. She knew exactly when it happened, desperate for him to make love to her and drunk out of her mind, she’d grabbed the wrong condom from her purse, using her old one instead of the one April hadgivenher.
She rested her hand on her abdomen, laughter and tears turning into emotionalsobbing.
“Gemma?”
She jerked her hand away from her stomach and wiped at her eyes. “Logan.”
He looked tired but good, concern clearly ironed into his features, and she wondered how much time he’d spent at the hospital with her. A nurse had rushed to call him when she awoke, and he’d made it here in less thananhour.
“Are you okay?” heasked.
She wiped herface. “Yes.”
“God, I’m glad to see you awake.” He leaned down and hugged her, gently kissing the top of her head. “I wasworriedsick.”
“Good as new.” Her voice was raspy and she put a hand to herthroat.
“It’s from the ventilator. It will feel better in a dayortwo.”
Shenodded.
“What did thedoctorssay?”
“I had a hole in my lung and another in my diaphragm. They stitched me up and I seem to bedoingwell.”
“Isthatit?”
She cocked her head. “And a concussion. My headhurts.”
And I’m carrying yourchild.
