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  probably wouldn’t come because he was busy and she knew it. Stupid estrogen overload.

  And then she got his reply that made her weak in the knees.

  Always.

  That didn’t ease her mind at all. He was placating her, not wanting her to worry. And then, as if he read her mind, he texted:

  I’m okay, Chloe. Tell me about you.

  God knows what kind of danger she’d pulled him from, but he wanted to know that she was okay. She typed:

  The Bean misses you.

  She had to wait thirty minutes for a reply, which told her that she was indeed pulling him from something important, God knew what. But his response, when it came, made her need tissues. A box of them.

  Tell the Bean I’ll be back soon. Tell the Bean’s mommy I’m thinking of her.

  She fell asleep hugging her phone.

  And woke up the next morning to a wrapped present on her kitchen table.

  Fresh, soft, doughy, perfect chocolate doughnuts from the local bakery. An entire baker’s dozen. Chloe stuffed one in her mouth and called the bakery. Leah, her friend and the local pastry chef, answered.

  “Who bought a baker’s dozen of chocolate doughnuts this morning?” Chloe asked her.

  “About thirty people,” Leah said. “Yes, I’m that good.”

  “Any of those thirty people either of my sisters?”

  “Nope,” Leah said.

  “Their husbands?”

  “Nope. Although Jax did sneak in for a bear claw and told me not to tell Maddie. You can keep a secret, right?”

  Chloe blew out a breath and ate another doughnut.

  Two days later Chloe dressed for the party in her gorgeous—if she said so herself—red velvet dress.

  She’d ruched it over her belly and cut the neck square and low enough to show off her heart locket and extremely impressive pregnancy cleavage. Might as well flaunt it while she had it, right?

  She did come up against an unexpected roadblock when it came to the shoes. On the best of days she had to be a contortionist just to see her feet, and when she managed that with the creative help of her mirror, they were swollen. Way too swollen for heels.

  Plus her back was aching like a son of a bitch.

  No problem, don’t panic, she told herself, and went with a pair of her favorite high-top sneakers.

  Necessity, the mother of invention.

  Maddie and Tara had been hovering over her like mother hens for days, and both had refused to take her to the party because they didn’t want her to have an asthma attack or go into labor.

  “Honey,” Maddie had said, “Jax and I aren’t even going to go. You’re not going to miss anything.”

  Uh-huh…

  “Sugar, no one’s going to that silly ol’ party,” Tara had said.

  Riiight.

  Chloe knew her sisters loved and adored her, but they were both full of shit.

  “Don’t do it,” her friend Lance said. “The hall’s going to be hot and crowded. You’ll get an asthma attack.”

  At this point, she was far more likely to expire of boredom, but she didn’t even try to reason with him. Or her sisters.

  Or with their husbands, who’d undoubtedly refuse to help, on the argument that, if they did, they wouldn’t get sex from their wives ever again.

  So Chloe called Sawyer’s friend Tanner Riggs, who was an ex-Navy SEAL, explosives expert, and as wild and crazy as she was.

  He, more than anyone, would understand.

  Or so she hoped.

  “Yo,” Tanner said when he picked up her call. “How you doing, sweet thing?”

  “You know how I’m usually about live, laugh, love, and dance? Well, today it’s more like raise, aim, fire, and shoot.”

  Tanner laughed. “So you ready to pop yet or what?”

  “What,” she said, and listened to him laugh softly. “I need a favor, T.”

  “Sure.”

  “I need a ride to the Christmas party,” she said.

  There was a long pause. “How about a favor that won’t get me murdered in my sleep by your husband?”

  “Please, Tanner?” she asked softly, and when he swore softly at her plea, she knew she had him.

  Chapter 4

  The roads were a mess, but Chloe relaxed in the backseat because Tanner wasn’t bothered by such technicalities as dangerous conditions. He parked at Town Hall and peered out his windshield. Snow was dumping out of the sky, the flakes as big and thick as dinner plates. He turned and looked at the woman riding shotgun—his fiancée, Callie—before turning to Chloe in the backseat.

  Chloe set her jaw and tried to look resolute, but the truth was, now that she was here, she wasn’t feeling great. She’d had peanut butter toast before getting dressed, and it wasn’t sitting well in her stomach. And her back ached like crazy. Sawyer would know just by looking at her that she wasn’t up to par. He’d have rubbed the ache from her lower spine in five minutes flat.

  But sometimes a girl couldn’t have what she wanted.

  Still, she’d gotten into a dress, so she was going to enjoy herself if it killed her. Granted the weather was complete shit, but she’d done nothing but sit around the house for a week growing bigger and bigger, and more restless.

  “It’s not too late to take you home,” Tanner said.

  “I’m going,” she said. “I’m sorry if I sound childish, but I just really need to get out and see people.” People being anyone other than her well-meaning but overprotective sisters. They just wanted to be there for her, but if she heard one more horror story of childbirth, she was going to refuse to go into labor altogether.

  God. Thinking about it, she suddenly couldn’t breathe, and it had nothing to do with her asthma. She wasn’t ready for this—

  “Chloe—” Tanner’s eyes were unusually serious. “The storm is bad and getting worse. Sawyer’s going to kick my ass.”

  At the mention of her husband’s name, her heart actually squeezed tight. She missed him so much. Over the week, she’d decided the mysterious presents had to somehow be from him, and she was having a hard time holding onto any mad.

  All she wanted for Christmas was him.

  Home.

  Safe.

  In her arms…

  But she’d been such a bitch when he’d left, leaving her wondering where his head was at. She had no idea how she’d ever gotten lucky enough to be loved by him. “Don’t be a puss now,” she said to Tanner, pulling up her hood. “I’m doing this.”

  She stepped out into the eerily silent but crazy snow and tried to stretch the kink out of her aching back.

  Not happening.

  Tanner and Callie got out of the car as well, decked in their finery. And Tanner in a suit was fine indeed…

  “Look,” he said gently, and playfully tugged on a strand of the long, wavy red hair she’d left down because her damn back had ached too much to stand in front of the mirror and fight it into an updo. “If at any time you change your mind, I’ll take you home. We could watch a movie—”

  “You have a date tonight with Callie,” Chloe reminded him.

  “I don’t mind,” Callie said. “A movie sounds lovely.”

  They were just being kind to the crazy pregnant lady. Chloe shook her head and started up the walk.

  Tanner took ahold one of arm and Callie the other, helping Chloe through the already six inches of snow on the ground. A good thing since she couldn’t see her damn feet.

  They entered the hall to find the party was in full swing, the noise and heat hitting them in a hot blast. The place was decorated within an inch of its life. Silver balls, huge Christmas trees, boughs of holly, strings of white lights—it was gorgeous and blinding.

  Tanner was still at her side, and he shifted closer to murmur in her ear, “Text me and I’ll have you out of here in three minutes.”

  “No you won’t,” Sam said. Sam ran Lucky Harbor Charters with Tanner, and he turned from the floor-to-ceiling windows to look at them. “Jack ju