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“What you need to know right now, Kasia, is we’re going to be married.”

Her gaze shoots away from me. “And then what?” she asks, her shoulders slumping. It’s a logical question. And I don’t have an answer for her.

“Then we’re married,” I say, keeping it simple.

A low rumble escapes from her stomach.

I smile. “Margaret made food for us. It’s in the kitchen, let’s get you something to eat.”

“Who’s Margaret?” she asks.

“My housekeeper.” I move to the door and open it, gesturing her to come with me. She’s not a prisoner. Not exactly. Her movements will have to be restricted for a while, but it’s for her safety. She’ll understand that.

Or not.

Either way, that’s how it will be.

She eyes the bed momentarily. Her options are to stay hungry and in her room, or deal with having me for a dinner partner. Her hand presses to her stomach, and I’m certain hunger has won out.

She keeps her back rod-straight as she brushes past me and heads down the hall to the stairs. Her movements are confident, strong.

It’s just dinner, but she looks like she’s headed into battle.

A fight she will never win.

Ever.

Chapter Six

Kasia

Dominik’s kitchen is gorgeous. The entire house is beautiful. Modern, sleek design with a lot of open space. It’s warm, a house I can imagine children running around playing. It’s a direct contrast to what I see when I look at him.

He’s large, forbidding, cold. Even with the change out of his suit to more casual shirt and slacks, he appears all business. And well rested. Did he sleep before coming to get me?

As soon as I sit at the built-in breakfast nook in the corner of the kitchen overlooking the backyard, his phone rings. He pulls it out of the back pocket of his pants and looks at it. With a frown he answers the call and steps further away from me. I can’t understand him, but I hear how fast he’s talking. He’s not happy.

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