““As Red Buffalo disappeared into the darkness, Hunter’s hand, which was riding Loretta’s thickened waist, tightened. He glanced down, his brows lifting in question. With a wondrous expression on his face, he placed his other palm on her slightly swollen abdomen. “Blue Eyes, what is this?” Loretta looked up at him through tears. “Our child, Hunter.” His warm fingers flexed and curled protectively. A slow smile spread across his mouth. “A child…” The words were a reverent whisper. “ Our child.””
