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He sent her an amused look before concentrating on the road.

“You might say that.”

“You just happened to be there at that precise time?”

“I was in the courtroom,” he explained.

She frowned at him. “You were?”

“I was at the bank a few blocks away. And I had an appointment with Judge Grayson. He happened to mention that you were trying a case.”

“Does he know our connection?”

“No. He just happened to mention you about another case that you have been struggling with.”

“Struggling!” She spluttered. “What the hell does that mean?”

“You are going to have to ask him.” He turned into the open gate and stopped the car, his gaze swinging to take in the piles of snow in the yard.

“You need to get someone to do some shoveling. I could get someone-”

“I already have a person.”

“Then where the hell is this person?” He demanded as he came out and opened her door.

“He is sick.” She gripped his hand and felt the dizziness assailing her again. “Give me a minute.”

He did, holding her around the waist and allowing her to lean against him for support.

“Does this happen often?”

“Just a couple of days ago.” She said briefly.

“Is this something you must deal with for the next six months?” The thought of that was turning his stomach into knots. He had seen her in the courtroom and guessed what was happening.

“Possibly.” She held onto him as they approached the front porch and door. “Hopefully, it will pass in the second trimester.”

He helped her inside and into the living room, where the central heating had chipped in.

“Tea?” He asked.

“That would be lovely, and I have some saltines on the left side of the cupboard. You don’t have to babysit me. I am sure you have some meetings or appointments-”

“Don’t worry about it.” His voice was brusque, his face inscrutable as he made his way out of the room.

Shrugging, Ryleigh removed her boots to make herself more comfortable and stretched her legs out on the ottoman.

She had gotten a guilty verdict, that much she was happy for. She had expected the case to be complex, considering that she was still trying to find new evidence to overturn the not-guilty verdict the judge had been forced to hand down where Daley was concerned.

He was her most considerable pain in the ass, and it did not sit well with her that he was evading her clutches and getting off from what he did. She was not going to give up, but since her pregnancy started asserting itself, she was feeling tired, lethargic, and sick most of the time. And quite unable to concentrate on work.

Flynn stopped just inside the doorway, the tray in his hands, a frown on his forehead as he stared at her.

She looked so damned vulnerable and in need of his protection. And she looked thin as if a mighty wind would blow her away. He felt the quick clutch inside his stomach as he stared at her. Sucking in a breath, he cleared his throat as he ventured into the room.

Her eyes flew open, and she watched as he approached her and dragged the table to put the tray next to her. “I added honey.”

“Thanks.”