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Tristan stood, the movements just as elegant as when he sat.
    He introduced himself and everyone welcomed him to the group. “I’m new to this and may not say very much, but I appreciate the support.”
    Julie smiled and clasped her hands together. “It’s important to have a good support system in place to help you through. How long has it been since your wife died?”
    “ Less than a year.” People started commenting about how long it had been for them. When it was Abby’s turn, she cleared her throat.
    “ I lost David last December, a few days before Christmas.” She took a deep breath before continuing. “The day I found out I was pregnant.”
    Tristan reached over and squeezed her hand but then released it and listened intently while everyone else shared their stories. She looked down at her hand, bewildered by her acceptance of his touch. Minutes before, she was tempted to run before that woman could touch her belly. And she was fine with Tristan holding her hand?
    Weird.
    At the conclusion of the meeting, instead of staying afterward for coffee or cookies, Tristan excused himself and left. Abby watched him walk out the door and felt a surge of warmth when he looked over his shoulder and smiled. She waved goodbye and wondered if he would be back next week.
    Abby and Julie talked a bit and were the last to leave. If David were still alive, he would have read her the riot act for walking out to her car, at night, without him there. She could practically hear his exasperated, “Abigail Marie, what would I do if something happened to you?” Maybe he was looking down on her and could see that at least Julie was with her. She smiled at that.
    On the way out to the car, she felt someone watching her, but when she turned around, the lot was empty except for Julie ’s car.
    That was odd .
    It almost felt like David was there.
     

Chapter Four
     
    Abby knew that if she told her parents she wanted to paint the nursery, they would insist on doing it. Just as they had insisted on doing everything since David died. So instead, she found a flyer for Gilded Wing Painters—motto: we reach places you can’t— and called them. They set up an appointment for a guy named Aaron to do the painting.
    She spent the next two days looking over paint samples. She was double checking her final selections again when the doorbell rang.
    “Just a sec!” When she opened the door, there was a man’s chest right in front of her. Abby looked up with widened eyes until she got to his face. He was beautiful, almost unnaturally so, and he appeared to be fighting laughter over her reaction to his height.
    “ Abby Daniels?”
    “ That’s me. You must be Aaron.”
    The guy pointed to the name sewn on the shirt. “Ehron.” He held out his hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”
    “ You too. Come on in and let me show you the nursery.”
    Ehron had to duck as he walked through the door. “You said you were six months?”
    “ Twenty-six weeks. If everything goes according to schedule, I’ve got fourteen weeks to go. But if he’s anything like his daddy, the baby’s going to be early.”
    “ Mmm hmm. So you and Dad have picked the color out?”
    Abby shook her head, taking a deep breath. “My husband passed away, so it’s just me. But yes, I have the color picked out. Two actually. I would like an accent wall. That won’t be a problem, will it?”
    “ Not at all. My condolences for your loss.”
    “ Thank you.” Abby got the paint samples off the counter and handed them to Ehron. “So, is there any way I can talk you into putting up a border when you’re done painting?”
    Ehron smiled. “Why don’t you show me the nursery and I’ll see what I can do.”
    ~
    Tristan paced the apartment like a caged animal. He could have gone for his usual three miles or taken a hot shower, but he was too pumped up to do anything other than pace and wait for Ehron.
    “ You need to relax.”
    Tristan turned and found the angel sitting on his