" Leah’s baby was nestled protectively in the crook of Devon’s arm.
In the golden firelight, his expression appeared grim. The neck of his shirt was open, the sleeves rolled up. With a soft gasp of mother love, Leah reached for her child. But Devon’s deep, silky voice stopped her.
“Who is the baby’s father? And do you love him?”
She froze. Her mouth went dry. Her heart pounded in her chest.
He waited. "

― Cathy Maxwell , A Scandalous Marriage (Marriage, #2)