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head, meeting her bright gaze.  His heart swelled, the connection between them tangible.  “I love you.”
    Her brows rose for a moment and then she smiled, a dimple appearing in her cheek.  “I love you, too.  I feel like we’ve known each other forever even though we’ve hardly been together.  My heart is yours.  Both of yours.”
    Ray lifted from her slowly, hating the feeling of his body slipping from hers, and rolled to the side.  Wes wasted no time taking his place, and their soft murmurs of affection made Ray smile.  Scarlett loved them.  He felt like he’d been able to feel her emotions in some way.  Maybe their mating connection was strong because she was a supernatural creature herself.  Not a wolf, but a special sort of mate.  No matter what she was, though, she was theirs and that was all that really mattered.
     
    * * * * *
     
    Wes woke up when Scarlett scrambled over him in the morning.  Her feet hit the carpet and she raced to the bathroom.  He sat up abruptly when he heard her getting sick.  He and Ray both rushed to the bathroom and found her bent over the white porcelain, sobbing.
    He wet a washcloth and handed it to Ray, who knelt next to her and lifted her hair from her neck and pressed the cloth to her skin.  She hissed, her head dropping onto her upturned palm.  Wes put his hand on her shoulder.
    “Sweetheart?”  he asked.
    “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.  I’m fine when I first wake up but within a minute or two my stomach is rolling.”
    She made a gagging sound and threw up a little bit more and then reached for the lever, flushing the toilet.  Ray gave her the cloth and she wiped her mouth, sitting back on her heels and grimacing.
    “Did you feel bad at all yesterday?” Ray asked.
    She shook her head.  “Just that one time.”  She raised her hand to Wes and he helped her stand.  She brushed her teeth and splashed cold water on her face.  They walked with her out of the bathroom and led her to the bed, lying on either side of her.  “Do you want something to eat?”  Wes asked.
    “Um, crackers?  They seemed to help yesterday morning.  And maybe juice, too.”
    Wes kissed her forehead and slipped from the bed, snagging his jeans from where he’d thrown them the night before.  “I’ll be right back.”
    He glanced at Ray, who was holding Scarlett against his chest with a frown, then trudged up the stairs.  He found his uncle in the kitchen, pouring a cup of coffee.
    “Morning,” he said, and Wes returned the sentiment.
    “Scarlett’s not feeling well.”  Wes opened a cabinet and pulled a box of crackers down.
    “Oh?”  Miles stirred milk into his coffee.  “Max said she got sick yesterday morning.  She seemed okay last night.”
    “She was.”
    “Well, that’s weird.  Do you think something is making her ill in the basement?  The wood-burning stove or another smell?  You could move up to the spare bedroom.”
    Wes moved to the fridge and extracted three bottles of apple juice.  “I’ll let you know.  We spent almost the whole day downstairs.  If there were something down there making her sick, it wouldn’t just be in the morning.”
    “Tell her we hope she feels better.”
    “I will, thanks.”
    Wes carried the crackers and juice downstairs and found Ray and Scarlett sitting up, both with strange looks on their faces.
    “What’s up?”  He sat down on the edge of the bed and handed off the apple juices.  Ray took Scarlett’s and opened it.
    She blinked and smiled.  “I think I know why I’m getting sick.”
    “Really?  Uncle Miles thought it might be the basement.”
    Ray grinned.  “It’s not the basement.”
    Wes frowned.  “Then what?”
    “I’m pregnant,” Scarlett told him.
    “Are you sure?” Wes asked.
    She shrugged and took a small sip of apple juice. “I’m not positive, but it would explain my only getting sick in the morning.  It’s been eight weeks since we were together.  I haven’t