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the test stick, stark and unde
ing to do with morning sickness and everything to do with pure, cold terror. Her hea
t paper, a frantic, clumsy motion, then shoved it deep into the bathroom's chrome
let, her body convulsing in a series of dry, racking heav
ile as the rest of the penthouse. Graham Hayes's voi
lair will see yo
ady, and turned on the cold water, splashing her face again and again. The
panic she couldn't quite mask. She tried to smile, a practiced, placid expression she'd perfected ove
oom. The bedroom was a cavern of minimalist luxury-charcoal silks, pol
e was impeccably dressed in a dark, tailored suit, his focus entirely on the financial paper in his ha
s chin toward the m
gn
e picked it up, her fingertips instantly cold, the heavy paper feeling slick and foreign
tinctively pressed a hand to her mouth,
eyes, the color of a frozen lake, n
t is
voice thin. "I think I ca
ep over her flat stomach before returning to her
d your cycle with mor
is tone sent a genuine chill through her, far colder than any she'd feigned. The assumption
ntless. It was
so unsteady she had to grip it with both, just to guide the nib to t
olded the newspaper with a decisive snap and rose to his feet. He was a tall man, and
briefcase. Then he loosened his tie, a small, habitual gesture that meant the b
tried to maintain. His shadow fell over her. He cuppe
transactional. There was no warmth, no tenderness. It was t
a violent storm of acid and fear. She bit down hard on the inside of her
s. He pulled back, his brow furr
Chloe," he commented, his voice a low mu
turned toward the ma
ight. Paige will ha
onfident stride. She felt like a machine receiving its p
view of New York City sprawled below-a glittering, vibrant world she could see
r lower abdomen. A secret. A heartbeat that had no pla
d email from her mother's long-term care facility. A payment reminder. The number on t
her knees weak. She couldn't leave him. Not yet. She was c
ed-up pregnancy test from the wastebasket. This time, there would be no trace. She broke the plastic stick in hal
ng the e
anic in her eyes was still there, but beneath it
t she would find a
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