Roxanne's POV
Three months into construction, and I'm fifteen weeks pregnant.
The morning sickness is finally starting to ease, thank goodness, but the exhaustion has taken its place. Some days I feel like I could sleep for a week straight.
Today is one of those days, but I push through because the cafe area needs my final approval, and God forbid I let anyone make decisions about my space without me.
I'm standing in what will soon be the cafe corner, reviewing the layout plans with one of the contractors, when I feel it.
That prickling sensation on the back of my neck. The one that tells me something is wrong.
I turn around slowly, and I'm right.
He's right here in this premises.
Reese.
Standing in the doorway like he has every right to be here, his suit crisp and immaculate, co
