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thoughtfully.
    “Hello Margery dear.”
    I feel her stiffen, and she moves to stuff the photo behind her back, her spine going ramrod straight and seems to fuse as she looks back and gives the woman what I can only assume is a haughty look meant to kill lesser mortals on the spot.
    “Letitia. What on earth are you doing in my home without an invitation?”
    Oh no, Marge is never rude. Ever. She doesn’t like this—wait, did she say Letitia ? As in the Lettie who hoodwinked her Cameron and left him heartbroken.
    Strangely I think I am more upset by this gall than Marge is, and I refuse to admit why.
    “I need to speak with Cam, but he’s refusing to take my calls and the security at the Stone building is refusing me entry,” she says heatedly, and I think she’s genuinely surprised by this.
    God, if I look closer will she have rhino skin, because seriously, that shit must be thick.
    “Obviously Cameron does not want to see you, Letitia. And who can blame the lad. You tried to sleep with his brother, which he was forgiving you for, and yet you still had the gall to try and pass another man’s child off as his.”
    Oh shezaam!
    “That was a mistake, and one I regret deeply, Margery. I just want—”
    I think old Marge is about to start throwing punches when the man of the hour walks in, pulls me into his body and kisses me so passionately I see stars circling my head. Or is that birds. I dunno, but I can safely say I’m floored and a little more than turned on by this display. Especially when he palms my belly and growls low in his throat.
    “Hello my darling. How are you and my lad today?”
    Oh hell.
    I can play this in a number of ways, but as Letitia’s reptilian blue eyes widen in outrage, I find myself smiling back, grinning really and hamming this the hell up.
    “Good, babe. We got a photo of him and everything. Want to see the next generation of Stones?”
    Marge is of course almost bursting with glee, and she practically starts hopping when she thrusts the photo at Cameron and his smile widens.
    “Good looking lad that,” he purrs, going a step too far and squeezing my ass suggestively.
    “Cameron? Are you with this, this…person?”
    Oh no. Really ?
    Cameron turns to her, his face holding a shock of false surprise, and he looks at her like a bug in his drink.
    “Letitia?”
    Her eyes tear, as we all sit, and I resist the urge to roll my eyes at her delicate sniffs only to giggle when I catch Madge doing the same, her mouth quirked in a smile that tells me she’s taking a shit load of pleasure out of watching her son claim, not only me, but the baby as his.
    There my brain freezes, and I groan when I realize what I’ve done. It’ll be all over the place by afternoon, tomorrow at the latest, that Shaw Mallory is carrying Cameron Stone’s child and…and…I don’t know why, but I think I’m going to have panic attack.
    “Are you okay, darling? The baby moving too much again?” he asks, caressing the swell.
    “Er, fine.”
    “What are you doing here?” he asks, turning back to his ex.
    The woman has the audacity to sneer and glare my way.
    “I missed you.”
    “That’s novel. Did you have this overwhelming rush to reunite before or after Jonathan kicked you out and filed for divorce?” he muses, winking at Marge. “Seems Lettie here hasn’t been a very good wife or mother, and Jon got tired of her tupping the gardener’s son.”
    “Well, I do say.”
    “That’s preposterous! I never did such a thing. He…I missed you, and I wanted to come back and beg you to give me another chance. We were so good together once Cam—”
    “Oh, good Lord. Are you blind, dumb, or batty girl? Can’t you see he’s already committed to someone else? You must have heard the stories already. Shaw and Cameron are going to be parents.”
    “Er—”
    “Yes, and we’re very happy together besides,” Cameron says, interjecting  and giving my hip a squeeze before I can say anything.
    “Her? You’re