" It's stress," Chloe Lane murmured to herself.

Clutching her purse to her chest, she leaned her head against the tile wall. The cleansing breath didn't loosen the knot in her stomach.

She has never missed a period, no matter how stressful her life was, not even when her adopted parents used to use her as a punching bag.

" Please just let it be stress."

She stared at her watch, waiting for the five-minute test. She noticed the time. It was 6:10, which means she has twenty minutes before the morning show she co-hosts with Brady Black is on air. Ok, so taking pregnancy test at work probably was not the smartest thing she had ever done. But she had to know. NOW. Not eight hours from now when she finely made it home. So she had crept into the "executive" bathroom, locked the door and peed on the stick.

She closed her eyes, simulating a calm she didn't feel. She tried to breath but the smell of the bathroom air freshener sickened her. " You'll be ok," she told herself. " Whatever happens, you'll be ok. You are mature adult. You're in a stable long-term relationship with a great guy. Hmm. "Great guy" was a bit of an overstatement. Phillip wasn't great so much as.steady.

He didn't make her pulse pound or her knees weak. That is ok. She could live without wild animal attraction. But what worried her was that he didn't challenge her mind. A monkey has better brain than he does.