Page 11 of Hot Momosa

Shit.I’d forgotten all about Gunnar’s fever. “Text me his temperature. If need be, I’ll meet the two of you at the hospital.”

“Hospital?” She furrowed her brow a half-second before her cheeks reddened, a sure sign she’d lied.

She lied to me? About our son? What the hell?

“Gunnar’s fever…”

“Right. Ear infections. I’ll call you if he gets worse, but it’s probably nothing to worry about.”

I stared, waiting for her to come clean.

“He’s not sick. I don’t know why I said that.” She avoided my gaze. “Actually, that’s not true either. I just… I can’t do this.”

“I understand.” I didn’t understand a damned thing. Ever since she’d said my name in the kitchen, my entire freaking life made no sense.

“I need to let Maggie know I’m leaving. Again.” Dahlia pulled her purse higher on her shoulder and marched to the backyard.

Running my hand over my mouth and jaw, I watched her go.

Stuart shifted his weight from one foot to the other as if unsure if he should follow her or speak to me.

I nodded toward the sliding glass doors. “Don’t let her out of your sight until she’s inside her house.”

“Of course, sir.”

“Call me once she’s safe.” I hesitated before adding. “Take care of any reporters you see.”

Stuart’s jaw tightened. “Define take care of?”

“Chase them off. Threaten them. Do what you need to do without violence. She doesn’t need any more stress.”

He gave me a curt nod and walked outside.

What the hell is going on with you, Dahl?

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