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kissed it as if he were at a Victorian ball, ready to dance away with the fair maiden.
    “What the fuck, Remington?” He strode toward them, pulling Julie’s hand away.
    Remington’s permanent scowl fell back into place. “What happened to the spirit of sharing, bro?” He flicked another quick look at Julie that made Rafe want to slam his fist down his brother’s throat. Sure, in the past the three brothers had, umm, enjoyed the delights of more than one female, sharing amongst themselves on more than one occasion. But no way in hell was Rafe sharing his woman with Remington. He knew Roark felt the same way, too, now that he had mated.
    He watched as Remington turned away, taking a seat on the two-cushion couch. The look on his brother’s face was something he had never seen before. Loneliness? He sat on the only other piece of furniture in the room, a large chair that had seen better days. He pulled Julie down on his lap. No way was she sitting by Remington. “Did you find out anything?”
    “Umm, maybe.” His eyes met Julie’s and Rafe felt, rather than heard her give a small gasp.
    The two continued to look at each other for a long moment before Julie’s gaze broke away. She lowered her head and refused to look at either of the men again.
    Rafe’s eyes darted back and forth between her and his brother. Remington just sat there a serious expression on his face.
    “Want to tell me what the fuck is going on?” When Remington didn’t answer, he turned his attention back to Julie.
    She sat on his lap, quiet as a mouse, twisting her fingers together in the hem of her shirt. He tapped one long finger beneath her chin until she looked up at him, her eyes searching his face. They were bright and seemed enormous in her suddenly pale face. Everything inside him stilled, knowing whatever she was about to say would change his life forever.
    “Tell me, sweetheart.”
    “There’s something you need to know, Rafe.”
    “I kind of figured that, seeing how you’re about to shred your shirt and Remington is looking like he did when Roark and I took away his favorite toy when we were small.” He gave her a reassuring smile but didn’t pressure her to hurry.
    Remington gave a fuck-you snarl and held up his middle finger, making Julie smile. Rafe didn’t say anything, letting her take her time. It was clear that she was having a difficult time saying it, whatever it was.
    “I’m pregnant.”
    ~*~
    Rafe had known what she would tell him would be important, but he sure as hell hadn’t expected it to make the universe stop spinning. He couldn’t breathe. He tried to force the air back into his lungs. As hot as hell had gotten at times, he’d never felt as if all the oxygen had been seared from his lungs. Her words hit him hard in his gut, sinking in with the force of a two-fisted punch.
    “You’re pregnant?” he demanded. “What the hell?”
    “Don’t curse me,” she snapped a protective hand covering her stomach.
    Damn, he thought seeing the gesture, remembering she’d made it more than once since he’d burst into the diner. He should have known. He should have fucking known. Drawing in a deep breath, he took in her scent. Granted he wasn’t a shifter, but all his senses were enhanced thanks to his combined demon-angel DNA. Again he breathed in… and there it was. The scent of his baby.
    His baby.
    His breath grew short again, feeling as if a giant hand had wrapped itself around his chest, slowly tightening until he could hardly breathe. He stood up, Julie still in his arms. Bending down, he placed her gently on the chair he’d just abandoned. He couldn’t sort through the emotions racing through him fast enough.
    The first one was fear as he remembered the encounters with the other supernaturals they’d already had today.
    “Damn, shit, fuck.” Now he knew why Luke had put out a contract. And why it had been on her instead of him.
    Julie was pregnant with the next generation of Conroy demons and Luke,