Megan stood staring at the door Paul had exited minutes before. The last words he’d spoken to her echoed in her head over and over again. He didn’t think he could be the man she needed . . . deserved. How was that possible? Paul was the best man she’d ever met. He loved his daughter and would do anything for her—for his family as well.
Before she could dwell on it too much, the phone rang, and she blindly answered it. “Hello?”
“Hey, Megan. It’s Gage.”
That brought her quickly out of her musings. “Is Becca all right?”
“Yeah, yeah. She’s fine. She’s lying down at the moment.”
“Oh. Okay.” It wasn’t like her sister to take naps, but maybe that was part of the whole pregnancy thing, too. It wasn’t as if Megan was used to being around pregnant women.
Gage cleared his throat. “Look, you can
