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"So the question is," Duke muses, all fake nonchalance, "what do we do with you now?"
Mara rolls her eyes and lounges back in her chair like she doesn't have a care in the world. "Oh, you might have your cop boy-toy back and think you can look after the Troubles on your own, but I'm pretty sure you'll keep me around for a while yet. At least seven and a half months, by my reasoning."
"And why, pray tell, would we do that?"
"Because I'm pregnant." She looks at Audrey with contempt. "And it sure as hell ain't mine."
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