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She nodded. “The nausea’s going to end very soon—most women only have it for the first three months, and I’m almost there now. So don’t worry about me. Promise you won’t.”

“I’ll try.”

“I want you to be happy.” All she needed to do was look in his eyes to see the truth. Bobby was ecstatic—and at the same time, terrified.

The doorbell buzzed, and Bobby let her go. She wasn’t expecting any deliveries, nor had she invited any family or friends. Although, now that she thought about it, she wouldn’t be opposed to seeing Christie. Or Rachel. She felt like celebrating. Telling Bobby seemed to make the pregnancy official.

As soon as she opened the door, Teri recognized her mistake in not checking the peephole first. At least ten people stood on the other side, crowded together, each angling for position. Cameras flashed and Teri instinctively raised her hands to her face.

“Are you Bobby Polgar’s wife?” someone shouted at her.

“Who are you people?” Teri shouted back.

A microphone was thrust toward her. “Can you tell us why Bobby’s dropped out of the chess world?”

“He most certainly has not,” Teri cried.

“He hasn’t shown up at any of the matches he was scheduled to compete in for the last four months,” someone else yelled.

“No one knew where to find him,” a different reporter added.

“Has he been in hiding?” asked another.

Both major 24-hour news channels were represented, she saw. Their trucks blocked the driveway. “Bobby hasn’t been hiding.”

“Where is he?” a man asked.

Her husband moved behind her, and the cameras started flashing again.

“Bobby!”

“Bobby.”

His name came from every direction. Bobby gently pushed Teri behind him, then faced the crowd of reporters.

“Have you quit chess?” one of them asked.

“Are the rumors true? Have you surrendered your crown to Aleksandr Vladimir?”

With everyone shouting questions at him, it was impossible for Bobby to answer. He held up his hand, indicating that he was willing to speak. A hush fell over those assembled.

“No comment.” With that, he eased back and quietly closed the door. With his arm around Teri’s waist, he led her out of the foyer. Then, as calmly as if this didn’t matter at all, he called the sheriff’s office and reported that there were trespassers on his property.

“Bobby,” she said when he turned back to her. “You can’t keep this up. You’ve got to play sooner or later.”

“I will,” he promised. “When I’m ready, but not before.”

“I won’t let you surrender your title to Vladimir,” Teri insisted. “He’s trying to use me as bait. Don’t fall for it.” But she knew that Bobby’s concern for her was even greater now that she’d told him about the baby—just as she’d feared.

“One thing I vow to you,” Bobby said, taking her hands in his and raising them to his lips. “Vladimir will never hold my title. Never.”

“Someone told the press where to find you,” she murmured.

“Yes,” Bobby agreed, frowning. “I know who it was.”

“So do I.” It wasn’t hard to figure out. This was Vladimir’s effort to force Bobby to the chess table.

Twenty-Seven

“I’m going to be in Cedar Cove this Saturday to visit my son,” Faith told Troy on Thursday evening. He hadn’t seen her in a couple of weeks, although they spoke on the phone almost every night. Faith had listed her house in South Seattle, and several potential buyers had already come to see it. No offers yet, but he knew it would happen soon.

He felt both dread and excitement about Faith’s move to Cedar Cove. He still hadn’t told his daughter about this relationship. The guilt he’d felt after Megan’s miscarriage had destroyed his pleasure in seeing Faith. Logically, rationally, he understood that being with her had nothing to do with the loss of his grandchild. Still, he couldn’t forget the fact that he hadn’t been available when his daughter needed him.

“I…I was hoping,” Faith continued, “that I might see you while I was in town.”

Troy hated to turn her down. At the same time, he dared not risk Megan finding out. Not after what had happened. “I’m very busy down at the office.”

“Even on a weekend?”

He should be honest with Faith. She deserved that and he despised himself for being so weak.

“Your daughter doesn’t like the idea of you seeing anyone, does she?” Faith asked bluntly.

Troy felt a measure of relief. At least the truth was in the open now, although it should have come from him. “I don’t know that she ever will,” he muttered.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I’m sorry. I should have.” He sighed deeply. “I was afraid that if I told you how Megan feels, you’d suggest we not talk to each other anymore.” Troy didn’t think he could cope with that. Their conversations were the highlight of his day; he could hardly wait to get home because then he could talk to Faith. They must have discussed every subject under the sun—except his daughter.

“I’d miss talking to you, Troy.”