I Was in Active Labor When My Husband Chose a Fishing Trip. The Call He Made After Changed Everything.

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The blood drained from his face for the second time, leaving him a pale, sickly shade of gray. The arrogant bluster died in his throat. He recognized the jawline. He recognized the dark, unyielding eyes.

“You,” Mark breathed.

Michael stood up slowly. At six-foot-two, he was an inch taller than Mark, but with the tactical vest and the sheer, suppressed continue reading …