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Bree. She said that was perfectly normal.”
    “Doctor?” Bree questioned. “When did I see a doctor?”
    “You’re kidding, right? You and I went to see Dr. Sloan yesterday. You didn’t even tell Scott. You said you wanted to know for sure first. What did he say when you told him? Did he flip out?”
    Bree stood clutching the telephone in bewilderment. She curled the telephone cord around her little finger. What on earth is Heather babbling about? “Did Scott flip out about what?”
    “About you being pregnant!” Heather exclaimed, and Bree dropped the telephone receiver.

Chapter 2
    Bree stood in the entryway of the kitchen surveying her handiwork. She carefully extinguished the match she had used to light the array of candles scattered throughout the dining room.
    She had a candlelight dinner prepared with all of Scott’s favorite dishes, including his mother’s famous recipe for pot roast with potatoes and carrots. The large octagon-shaped glass dining room table had been lovingly set with their good china and silverware, complete with a bouquet of red Christmas roses she had handpicked from their backyard earlier that afternoon.
    The champagne glasses were filled to their rims with non-alcoholic champagne, and a large tray of hand-dipped chocolate-covered strawberries was sitting in the refrigerator.
    Bree walked over to the wall and dimmed the chandelier, allowing the candlelight to be the only illumination in the house. The romantic and sultry voice of Mariah Carey was playing softly in the background.
    She took a deep breath. Tonight was the night. After calling the doctor’s office this afternoon and confirming what Heather had told her, she was now prepared to tell her husband. She chewed nervously on her lower lip as she drew the red satin robe tightly around her body. She knotted the tie at her waist.
    When she had examined herself earlier in the full-length gilded mirror on the door of their walk-in closet, she thought she might already be starting to show. But wouldn’t Scott have noticed?
    She was secretly afraid if she began to show already, Scott wouldn’t find her attractive anymore.
    But if he was really her husband he wouldn’t care, would he? Bryan would have, but Scott wasn’t Bryan.
    Her heart dropped when she heard the sound of a key being turned in the lock. She took this final opportunity to finish setting the table: centering the silver candlesticks, straightening the roses in the crystal vase, and then running a shaking hand through her soft curls.
    When Scott walked into the room, she almost forgot to breathe. He still took her breath away, even after all this time. She just prayed that once again, she wouldn’t lose him. He was becoming such an important part of her life, and she couldn’t bear the thought of never being held in his strong arms again.
    She looked up to meet Scott’s steady brown gaze, a fire beginning in the pit of her stomach. Scott was staring at her as though she was the main course, and she realized she liked that feeling. She was falling in love with her husband all over again.
    “Hello, darling,” Bree murmured as she wound her arms around his neck and looked deep into his dark eyes. “How was your day?”
    *
    Scott looked around the room, noting the romantic music, the candles lit on almost every available surface, and the slow music playing from the CD player in the kitchen. His gaze finally landed on his wife. She was mesmerizing in a mid-calf red satin chemise, which showed off her shapely long legs. A matching red satin robe was cinched and knotted around her waist. His mouth was beginning to water, and it wasn’t for the roast simmering in the crock pot!
    A slow smile spread across his handsome face as he wrapped his muscular arms around her slender frame. “Uneventful,” he replied. “What about yours?”
    *
    Bree chuckled nervously. “Eventful.” She dropped her gaze from his, afraid he would be able to see right through her. This man knew