“Coburn.” The word came out half croak, her eyes moving over his tall, lean body clad in black jeans and a black T-shirt.

“What are you doing here?”

He stepped fully into the light, moving lithely, catlike, toward her until he was so close she could see the ominous glitter in his beautiful blue eyes. A shiver went down her spine. She was in trouble. So much trouble.

His gaze locked on to hers. “When were you going to tell me, Diana? How long did you deem it acceptable to keep from me that I’m going to be a father?”

Her heart leaped into her mouth. He knew.