He’s opted for a tan linen suit that fits his trim body to perfection. A baby blue skinny tie delivers the perfect pop of color over a crisp white shirt. His tan vest brings it all together. He’s decided to forgo the jacket completely.

His look is formal without being stuffy.

Lyle’s gaze drifts over me in turn, his thumb gently tugging at his lower lip. “That dress.” His voice is low and raspy—so damn sexy. “You look…” He steps closer, running his knuckles along my right shoulder, inciting a flurry of butterflies in my stomach, “Like an angel.”

My cheeks heat. “Thank you,” I say taking his offered hand. The same one he’s just trailed the length of my arm, leaving goosebumps in his wake. “You,” I choke out. “You are more handsome than my wildest teenaged dreams.”

“Yeah?” He tucks the curled index finger of his free hand beneath my chin. “Then why do you look like you’re about to take off running?”

He looks so broken. So afraid.

I shake my head, biting back tears.

“Talk to me, Li’l Bit.” There’s an undeniable desperation in his tone.

“I just…this is a lot.”

He nods, his jaw ticking.

“It all happened so…so fast.”

His brow furrows. “And you’re having second thoughts?”

“No,” I rush out. “I’m not…But I am sort of feeling like I maybe somehow trapped you.”

He starts to issue a firm denial, and I stop him with a finger pressed to his lips.

“You heard what happened with Trent. You knew the situation with my father. And you felt compelled to fix it.” I place a hand over his heart—his big, beautiful heart. “I know that you love me and that you wouldn’t have done this simply out of pity. But I’m worried.”

His head is steadily shaking side to side. “What are you worried about exactly?”

“Lyle, I’m pregnant!” I stalk off, pacing the room. “You aren’t just taking me, but a baby too. To go from living the single life to a married man with a child overnight…it’s a lot.” A knot twists in my gut. “Which reminds me…I haven’t even been to a doctor yet. I don’t have a doctor!” Panic has my heart nearly beating out of my chest.

I’ve truly made a mess of my life.