Page 185 of The Billionaire's Secret

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"Sure seems that way to me?"

"Why would anyone want you out of commission?"

"Beats the hell out of me." He straightens his shoulders, "One thing is for sure, we need to double the security on all of the Seven and those who matter to us."

A frisson runs down my spine, "Before the accident, you said something, before you got cut off..."

"That I was being forced off the road?" His forehead crinkles.

"No at the end, you said Victoria was…"

"Pregnant."

"Shit." The world sways around me. I sink into the chair, "That's what she was trying to tell me."

"She told you and you let her go?" he snaps.

"Not exactly..." I stab the heel of my shoe into the floor. "She asked me a riddle, which I couldn’t solve—"

"Hold on." He leans forward, "Sheaskedyoua riddle."

"Yeah."

His gaze widens, "You never allow anyone to challenge you."

"I let her, okay?" I squeeze my eyes shut. "Only her," I swallow. "It’s complicated."

"No shit."

I hear the smile in his voice, crack my eyelids open. "Don’t feed me a line about sentimentalism and all that shit."

"You’re doing that, all by yourself."

I sink back in my chair, massage my chest, "I think I’m going to have a cardiac."

"Handy I’m right here, then, isn’t it?"

"Har, har," I snarl. " You’re fucking annoying, man. “

"Speak for yourself.”

"Fuck this shit." I dig my fingers into my hair and pull at it, "Why couldn’t she tell me?"

"It sounds like she did," he says. “You simply didn’t want to answer the riddle."

"She could have simply told me, you know?"

"And then what? Would you have accepted her and the child?"

"Maybe. I don’t know." I lower my chin to my chest, mumble, "This is bloody complicated."

"Tell me about it."

I glance up to find him staring at the sling.

"I’m sorry about your finger."

He sighs, "Me too." He grabs another pillow and props it behind his shoulder, "What are you going to do now—?"

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