About the book
Trust Linda—she’s been the heart of this business for fifteen years. She stood by a bookshelf in the back corner, her hand resting on a leather-bound volume. “Mr. Not from jealousy this time, but from the maternal instinct that had been amplifying since her own pregnancy began. Her G-cups had stopped leaking, the adrenaline-triggered letdown finally subsiding, her nightgown dark with dried milk.