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I’m not sure who’s lost their mind here— obviously both of us I guess from her flirty behavior. She’s returned to the person she should have been all along. That I really want to believe she is because of me.
“But you have to let me finish helping the girls first. Then I’m all yours.”
My hand’s to her throat in an instant, and I growl against her cheek. “You’re mine now.”
“I’ve always been yours.”
I squeeze the velvety skin until she gasps, and I shut my eyes to regain control. If I see her desire looking back at me, I’ll fuck her into the plaster. “Be very careful or I won’t be able to control myself.”
“You will because you love me. Just like you’ve done all this for me.”
My gaze returns to her from the gratitude in her voice. I recognize the look in her eyes too— love.
“You’ve been so patient.”
Not true, but okay.
“I realize when we were working out there, helping women and their kids. It’s time for us to be a family too. We need to move on from the grief and heartache and get ready for our baby. He or she’s going to be here soon, and I want him to only know he has a mom and dad who love him without any other worries.”
My incredible fiancée sums up the life I plan for them perfectly. “That’s all either of you will ever know I promise you.”
The bright grin fades, and I start plotting how to bring the radiance back. She shouldn’t do anything but smile.
“I think that’s what Shane would’ve wanted too. Despite everything, he wanted this baby. Giving him or her a happy life is the best way to honor his memory don’t you think?”
Not at all. But, I agree to whatever she says so she’ll wear my ring and be my wife. “Yeah, I do too.”
Dishonesty works. Her face lights up again and her arms coil around my neck, sharing her earnest elation with me. Zero guilt from a harmless lie. She’ll never know the truth so I’ll let her think this is what’s real.
When Dees’s name pops on my screen, I instantly go on full alert. If he’s contacting me, something’s wrong. I tap the green button and slam the phone to my ear. Already flying out of my office and jogging to my vehicle, with my men on my heels, I think of nothing but her. “Is Grace okay?”
“Yeah boss. We had a run in with her dad, and…”
If he touched her, he’ll suffer way more than he already has at my hands. “What?”
“…she’s gone.”
An inferno engulfs my body and my muscles clench in actual pain. My pixie angel.
“She took off through the back of the warehouse before I could stop her. The guys are looking for her.”
“They shouldn’t be looking for her— they should fucking have her.”
‘I know…I…”
Remorse pulses in his tone. Doesn’t matter. He’s a dead man once I find her. How could he have lost her? A frantic pregnant woman should not be able to slip past him.
“He told her…tried to blackmail her for money to keep it quiet. She ran because she knows.”
She knows.
She was never supposed to know.
She was never supposed to know anything but that I love her and want to marry her and spend my life making her happy.
He fucked up. I fucked up worse. Now she’s gone.
I’m sitting in my running GLE and can’t move. Where is she?
