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“I haven’t done it in a long time.”

“Just … pretend like you’re talking to someone you love. Just pour your heart out. It actually makes you feel good.”

She wasn’t certain about that, but she nodded. “Maybe.”

“But you’ll help me? Be on the gold hunt with me?” he asked, sounding more than pleased. “Really?”

She shoved him gently in the shoulder. “Don’t make me regret it.”

He laughed and pulled her into a hug.

She let him, feeling more comforted by his presence than she’d been in as long as she could remember. “I’m glad you’re here, Rob.”

“Me too.” He released her and winked as he headed toward the door. “Get some sleep. We’re starting early tomorrow.” He snapped his fingers. “And wear a swimsuit underneath your clothes. We’re going diving too.”

“What?” she asked, following him to the door.

“Just trust me, Kel. We’re going to have fun.”

She scrunched up her nose.

“Get some rest. I’ll text you.” He paused. “Oh, and Kelly?”

“Yes?”

“And … I’m going to challenge you to start praying tonight.”

“What?”

“Don’t you think your grandmother would say this if she were here?”

She didn’t want to argue about it because he was probably right.

“Pray about this pregnancy. Pray for guidance, direction, help. Pray for your child. Pray for yourself.”

Before she could figure out what to say to that, he pulled the door shut behind him.

Anger poured through her. How dare he just tell her what to do? She rushed to the door and flung it open, yelling out, “Chance!”

He turned back, just as he got to the truck door. “Yes?”

“I might pray and I might not, but quit bossing me around! And you can go on your stupid treasure hunt by yourself!” She slammed the door and turned her back to it, leaning on it.

Chance Cross was infuriating!

Chapter 15

Chance got back to the inn, trying to digest everything that had happened. He didn’t want to be noisy, since it was almost eleven thirty at night.

Kelly had reacted poorly to his request she pray. Ugh! But he couldn’t quit telling her to do it. Pfft. That was impossible. No way was he doing that. She needed to pray.

Impulsively, he pulled out his phone and texted her. This isn’t over.

Her reply came instantly. Yes, it is.

Out of sorts, he went to the kitchen and got himself a drink of water.

She was pregnant. That truth hit him over and over again. She was pregnant with the jerk face Brian. He wanted to punch something.