“Two years. We met at the firm. There was an attraction, then a friendship. It wasn’t something we planned. It just happened.”

“You knew he was married?”

She flushed. “Yes. They weren’t happy.”

“He told you that?”

“He didn’t have to.” She looked me in the eye. “Happily married men don’t cheat.”

Unhappily married women still cared when their husbands wandered. I had first-hand experience.

“Graham and Sumner went to counseling because Graham had an affair. Presumably with you. Did you stop, then pick up again?”

The color on her cheeks deepened. “We never stopped.”

Poor Sumner. She’d gone to counseling to save her marriage and her husband hadn’t even given up his girlfriend.

“You’re young and smart and pretty. Why Graham?” She could do better than a middle-aged man with thinning hair, a thickened waist, and a wife.

“He didn’t make demands. Try telling a man you can’t go out with him on weekends because you work Friday and Saturdays. Tell him you can’t spend the night because you have to get up at five and prepare breakfast for fifty. Most of the time, I smell like onions or garlic or sugar. Graham didn’t care. We met on Thursdays, spent the afternoon together, had dinner, and went our separate ways until the next Thursday rolled around. Easy. Uncomplicated.” She rested her hand on her belly.

The gesture was gentle, even tender.

Oh dear Lord.

Pain pulsed behind my eyes as I remembered an earlier conversation. “Randy said this was a great place to raise a family.”

Her lips thinned.

“Are you pregnant?” Because being pregnant with a married man’s baby seemed pretty darned complicated to me. And that was before he was murdered.

Her chin barely moved, but she definitely nodded.

“Did Graham know about the baby?”

Another tiny nod. “I told him Friday night. I haven’t felt well, and I missed our last few Thursdays. He wanted to know why.”

“How did he react?”

She crossed her arms over her chest. “I didn’t want anything from him. I told him I could support this child without his help.” She shook her head. “I guess I don’t have a choice now.”

“What did he say?”

“He said the baby was a miracle. He wanted to be part of his or her life. He said he wanted to do it right this time.” She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “He and his children don’t have the best relationship.”

Because he’d dumped their mother for Sumner. “Did you love him?”

“I liked him. He was funny and smart and interested in me and my business.”

“How did Randy find out?”

She sighed. “Apparently, he peeked into the kitchen on Saturday morning when I wasn’t here. Yesterday afternoon, he asked me where I was, and I told him.”

“Where were you?”