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A grim look passed across Hunter’s features “Yes All part of that faency that kept me tied up for the past feeeks that I mentioned to you earlier”

She blinked at hiest that scary realization He’

d told her his family was fine, but clearly his brother’s life had been in jeopardy So h her mind “What happened?”

He sighed and gave her a faint so ahead and order first,” he said as their waiter appeared with menus

The gentleman took their drink orders, and by the time he arrived back with a premium bourbon for Hunter and a prosecco for her—which Elle hoped would be h for her stomach—they’d decided what they wanted to eat

“I’ll have a bowl of your minestrone soup,” she told the waiter

“And for your entrée?” the gentleman asked

Elle shook her head and smiled at him “That’s all I’d like Thank you”

Hunter frowned at her but went ahead and ordered the New York shell steak, medium rare, for hiive her an unhappy look

“Soup?” he asked, his tone ringing with exasperation “Out of all the fantastic entrees on the ? I can afford your meal, if that’s what you’re concerned about”

She laughed because that was the last thing that concerned her, though he didn’t look amused “It’s really all I want My stoht now, but I don’t want to eat anything too heavy”

Worry knitted his brows as his gaze searched her face “Are you getting sick?”

If it was the flu, she figured she’d have full-blown symptoms by now and a fever, which she didn’t “Nothe nausea cooes”

His gaze narrowed, and he was quiet for a ure out the issue “Are you pregnant?”

Her jaw dropped open, then snapped shut, the blunt, unexpected question taking Elle aback Holy crap Had he really asked her if she was pregnant? Judging by his genuine expression, yesyes, he had And she was at a loss for words How had this conversation gotten so off track by her ordering a bowl of soup?