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Grant got close beside her. “He really is.”

Indie bit the inside of her mouth in an attempt to keep her composure. She clicked a few more photos.

Done. “That’s it, guys.”

Martha looked at her. “You got everything?”

“I did. They’re beautiful. You have a gorgeous family.”

The new mother beamed. “Thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome. I’ll edit them and email through the gallery when they’re done.”

Martha handed her son to Grant. “I cannot wait!”

“I’ll pack up and get back to Colt.”

The other woman nibbled her bottom lip for a moment. “Sorry to be nosy. You said you were married but…I heard you were divorced.”

“Martha,” Grant hissed.

“What?”

Indie shouldn’t be surprised. She’d probably heard Sylvia’s rumors about marrying for money.

Indie packed up her camera. “Wewereseparated, but we’re back together now.”

“Oh, that’s great! I didn’t think you could possibly be divorced, based on the way he looked at you.”

The way he’d looked at her?

Martha’s smile softened. “It was that dreamy, you’re-all-I-see kind of devotion. I imagine it’s how Grant and I have been looking at Samuel all morning.”

“I’ll have to take more notice next time.” Once everything was in the bags, she rose—then immediately swayed and had to grab onto the wall to steady herself.

Martha gasped. “Indie! Are you okay?”

“Um, yeah, I’m sorry. I don’t know what just happened.”

“Here, let me get you some water.” Martha ran down the hall.

“Are you sure you’re all right?” Grant asked, concern in his eyes.

Indie nodded. “Absolutely. I probably just stood too fast. I’ll wait for Martha by the front door. It was lovely to meet you.”

She’d just reached the door when Martha returned with a bottle of water. “Here you go.”

“Thank you.”

“Are you sure I can’t get you something else? Coffee maybe?”

Indie’s belly rolled. “That’s okay. For some reason, I’ve been really off coffee the last couple weeks.” The kind of “off” that had her gagging at the very smell of it. Whichsuckedbecause chai spiced lattes had always been a highlight of her day, and she couldn’t enjoy them lately.

“That’s funny, I was off coffee my entire pregnancy. Grant actually had to stop drinking it around me because just the smell would make me gag.” Martha bumped her hip. “Maybe you’re pregnant. Any other symptoms?”

Indie’s brows lowered. Nausea. Fatigue. Dizziness. Turned off certain foods.

They were all pregnancy symptoms.