His Secret Heir In Her Arms

se living room. The view of Centr

ot Noir in one hand and

peared on

taken through a

pped on a street in Brooklyn.

n zoo

hoodie. She recog

an

wine glass tightene

ilk robe and onto the cream carpe

dn't f

aled a

id. Her voice w

red. He was Gannon's best frie

or enter her voice. "He... he's been acting strange.

pened?" S

hink he went to

silent. "S

d, Silas. She hurt him so badly las

l look into it. I won't

Silas. You'r

hung

She dropped the broke

e to another numbe

staying. And find out

the photo of

e stayed dead,"

melled of mildew and stale cigarettes. She leaned the black umbrella

bathroom. The ti

r. The water sputtered,

teppe

grime off her skin, she

wrist, extending up h

jagge

clean cut. I

r open as she dragged Gannon's unconscious

but the nerves were damaged. Som

ton

scar with her

led the scene. That she had left him to

vulnerable status-her visa was expiring, and her sponsorship was tied to the company-to erase her presence. He paid off the EMTs, burie

ed off t

self with a s

and opened her laptop. It was

ged int

ggins a

owl of oatmeal. He l

k! Bunny is

tattered st

ed. It hur

. Is Bunn

e likes

He had Gannon's nos

"He's been good. But we're almost out

a said. "I'm w

't bear to watch him any longer. Every sec