The CEO's Regret: Chasing My Runaway Doctor

vian shed her trench coat and the cold, professional armor of Dr. Vivian with it. She slip

p at the kitchen island, his small fingers flying across the keyboard

last. She glanced at it, then turned her attention to the refrigerator, pulling out fresh sirloin steaks and organic asparagus. The sizzle of butter in the

she left New York pregnant. He had not known where she landed, how she survived, or w

he had sons. H

tnesses, and turn motherhood into a custody strategy. Worse, his enemies could come for them. Kara could come for t

and Mason, with a thoughtful precision that was so like his father's it made her breath ca

bor, Mrs. Dubois, and ask if the boys could spend the we

O Millennium Falcon. The quiet concentration, the easy laughter, the warmth of

ing up into the cold, clear night sky over Geneva. It descended again, toward th

here was

the wall, the porcelain fragments sca

her eyes, and the fragile angel act had curdled into something petty and mean. "How dare she?" she shrieked, her voi

she is? She hears your name and suddenly she plays hard to get. I know that trick. Pr

more than she intended. It was, afte

her face contorting in a mask of pa

of whiskey swirling in his hand. His reflection was dark and brooding. He was a man acc

patted Kara's shoulder, a perfunctory gesture of comfort. His eyes,

ling said, his

s internal firewalls, sir. We have Dr. Vivian's h

arrowed. "What ki

listed has no record of her residency. Her credentials are impeccable, board certifications, published re

red without a trace. And now, this arrogant, untouchable surgeon had materialized out of thin air at exactly the same time. His jaw tightened. Coinci

second. Bare feet on marble. A raised

Sterling's lips. A woman with som

n," he said, putting a sardonic emphasis on the

e, turned, and

hooed the boys off to brush their teeth and tucked them into bed

self a much-needed glass of wine when she noticed the empty milk cart

hour convenience store downstairs was st

oat over her sweater, grabbed her

uiet. Too quiet. A black car she didn't recognize was parked across the street, its engine idling, exhaust curling into the cold night air. A prickle of unease ra

ows across the street from her apartment building. The doors opened, a

rganic whole milk. A sudden gust of wind rattled the shop's glass door, and

stepped out of the second elevator. They

lic tool from his bag. The steel jaws of the d

doctor. Eliminate any obstacle. The children sleeping peacefully on th