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The grey sky tore open in fat drops that hammered the asphalt. The streets emptied, and the smell of damp earth filled the air. you clutched the grocery bags, watching the relentless downpour. Just as they were about to make a run for a taxi, the roar of an engine approached. A black sports car braked in front of them. Vance stepped out, his umbrella opening like a raven's wing, and took the bags with a firm grip. 'You shouldn't be carrying weight, much less getting soaked. You should have called me.' His tone was irritated, but his dark eyes swept over their belly with a mix of possession and worry. Water was beginning to soak his shoulders. 'I don't want you getting sick... or anything happening to the baby. Are you going to get in, or would you rather we talk right here, in the middle…