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mother’s back and pulled her into him.
Their lips touched in a sweet, light kiss that spoke louder than words. The
gesture exuded warmth, comfort, and their deep love.
    The loneliness she had been
fighting all day resurfaced. Now she understood the reason behind it. Her
parents had something that was out of her reach. They had love. As much fun as
she had with Adam, their relationship was built on nothing of substance. And th at   was why she had to end it no matter how
much he tried to sway her otherwise. And he would. She was sure of that. Women
didn’t walk out on Adam Aquilani. Subconsciously, one of her hands came to rest
on her stomach, no matter what happened, they were fo rever
linked.
    “Stomach is upset?” Rafa whispered in her ear, causing Lily
to visibly jump. “Who is the asshole?” The underlying threat in her brother’s
voice told her he suspected her little secret.
    Lily shut her eyes. Shit . After counting to three, in Spa nish and English, she turned to face him.   His eyes reflected what she knew. Yup,
he’d figured it out. “I’m just under the weather.”
    “Mom said you haven’t been feeling well for about a month
now.”
    Lily froze, counted to ten. “I ate…”
    “Bullshit!” he muttere d under his
breath. “Some fucking guy knocked you up.”
    Her mother’s chuckle forced Lily to turn and focus her
attention on her parents. “ Hola Mama, Papa,” she greeted her parents
with a smile.
    “We’re not done.” Rafa whispered then walked away from her,
Fai thful followed her master. In a lot of ways, her
brother reminded her of Adam. Strong,
authoritative, and total alpha.
    Ignoring the bowling ball sitting in her stomach and her
brother’s eyes searing into the back of her head, she walked over and kissed
her parents. Lily had toyed with the idea of
cancelling her dinner date with her parents tonight, but since she was leaving
for the Vineyard first thing in the morning and would not see them again till
the wedding, she caved in. Now as her brother continued t o watch her like a hawk, she wished she had gone with her
first instinct, maintained her stomach virus excuse and stayed away.
Technically that wasn’t a lie. Nausea had become her best friend the last few
days.
    “You look pale, love,” her mother said, conce rn filling her voice.
    Her father crossed the kitchen, squeezed her shoulder as he
walked past her, and picked up a bottle of New Zealand Shiraz.
    “Just tired,” she answered in her most upbeat voice.
    Her father seemed focused on filling the four wine glasses on the counter, but worry etched his face.
    “Uh, none for me, Dad,” she said in a nonchalant tone,
ignoring her older brother who leaned against the wall, quietly witnessing the
exchange.
    “Still fighting the stomach bug?” Her father put one glass
back in t he cabinet.
    Rafa snickered. Lily shot him a murderous glare.
    “I’m feeling better,” she answered with a smile.
    In true father fashion, Raul Serrano stopped and scanned
her appearance. Lily’s first reaction was to cover her stomach but told herself
that would probably be a dead giveaway and kept her
hands to her sides.
    “ Tu madre is right,” he said in his always calm
tone. “You still don’t look like yourself. You work too hard.”
    Lily smiled. Her parents always thought she worked too
hard. “Soccer season is over,” she answered,
referring to the kindergarten league she coached, in addition to the basketball
league and the elementary literary group.
    “You do too much,” her father continued.
    “I like keeping myself busy.” Because
when I don’t, I find myself fanta sizing about a
certain dark-haired Italian.
    “Still leaving tomorrow?”
    She nodded. “Yes. And I’ll see you guys next week.”
    “ Sí , sí …” her father continued, the tone of his
voice lifting just a tad with excitement. “Minka’s fiancé called us yesterday
and fina lized all the arrangements for us at his inn.
He’s a good man. I want a