Expecting Trouble. Delores Fossen

him.

      Much to Jenna’s surprise, Cal smiled back.

      It was a great smile, too, and made him look even hotter than he already was. That smile was a lethal weapon in his arsenal.

      “She looks like you,” Cal said. “Your face. Your eyes.”

      “Paul’s coloring, though,” she added softly. “But when I look at her, I don’t see him. I never have. I loved her unconditionally from the first moment I realized I was pregnant.” Sheez. More personal stuff.

      Why couldn’t she stop babbling?

      “Helena left you her cell number,” Cal said, dropping the notepad onto the coffee table, switching the subject. “She said you’re to call her.”

      Jenna glanced at it and noticed that it had a local area code. “What does she want?”

      “Honestly? I don’t know. All I know is I don’t trust her or Holden.” Sophie kicked at him, and he brushed his fingers over her bare toes. He smiled again. But the smile quickly faded. “Helena said that early this morning Salazar received an e-mail from Paul’s estate. It might have something to do with why he’s here.”