“A letter from my husband.” She handed it to him. “For you.” “Why?” She feigned ignorance. “Who can say?” Haven sighed and accepted the missive, reaching for a letter opener and tearing it open to reveal the message: Haven— As it is, I’m less than thrilled that my wife has decided to spend the summer with you and her sisters instead of with me, but I am loath to argue with her when she is in her condition, and what she wishes, she gets. Haven looked up to find Sophie, hands over her expanding midsection, serene smile upon her face. He returned to the note. So, I shall settle for this, knowing
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