Anthony stood in the doorway, a glass of water trembling slightly in his hand, shock written across his face.
Anna’s throat tightened. She tried to speak, but her voice refused to come.
All she could do was swallow hard, her pulse thudding in her ears as she locked eyes with Anthony, meeting his stunned gaze.
Lucy looked at Anthony in shock, then glanced toward the doorway and suddenly realized she hadn’t closed the door when she and Anna came in.
Anthony stepped into the room and shut the door behind him.
He moved toward the nightstand, passing Anna and Lucy, and set the glass of water down.
Then he turned to face them, his gaze fixed, and a heavy tension filled the room.
“Are you pregnant, Anna?” Anthony asked quietly.
Lucy immediately jumped in, her voice high and nervous. “U
