phie's finger. The Carlisle-Vanderbilt crest. A
e said, his voice gentle. "Let'
itated, th
caffeine-free steamed milk for her and a pastry. He was a consulting speciali
ing Pe
er, Sophie's eyes lit up.
think there's reason to be hopeful." As he spoke, he noticed her hand resting over her abdomen. He
, "a patient of mine makes these.
ness felt monumental. A genuine, un
specialist. The diagnosis? Nothing. He was in perfect physical health. The doctor had then looke
cation wa
when a flash of movement in
oyful expression he had never, in three years, seen direct
ething that made her cover her mout
s jaw t
nt seat, "it appears Mrs. Vanderbilt
man passed her a napkin, the way she accepted it with an un
strangest t
ness, the dull, persistent nausea that
ple
e of pain was more unsettling than the p
ords. The naus
fied logic, that defied sci
to something cold and possessive. She had no right to
, dark chocolate, unaware of the gaz
drive away. He
watched as Ethan, noticing the evening chill, took off
the armrest, the leather g
kles wer
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