Chapter One Hundred-Seventy-Two

But the seed was planted. The tiny whisper of doubt that maybe, just maybe, Beckett's love was conditional. That without a baby, without the reason they'd gotten married in the first place, maybe he'd start looking elsewhere. He wouldn’t tell her he loved her if he didn’t, surely. That wasn't his style.

"I should get back," Bea said, suddenly desperate to be near Beckett, to feel his arm around he