Willow pressed her hand lightly to her stomach, the faintest groan slipping out of her when the baby shifted. It was not loud, barely more than a small whisper of discomfort, but Zane heard it immediately. He turned toward her with a startled look, as if the sound had reached into him and tugged at something he had not realized was frayed. He straightened almost imperceptibly, every protective instinct rising quietly to the surface.
"You hungry?" he asked, trying for casual, though the concern seeped through his voice despite his effort to hide it.
