. The drive had given her too much time to think. Too much time to replay every cold shoulder,

expression was carefully neutral-the practiced calm of a physician del

hammered against

sional composure. "Congratulations. The p

. Three years. Three years of waiting. Of wanting. Of monthly disappointments that had hollowed her out a little more each time.

Lachlan's face. Seraphina's sm

She wanted to screa

, her voice steady. "I apprec

r. "Take care of yourself. Rest. Avoid str

ana Sullivan stormed in, still shrugging off her co

ry single panel." She snatched the report from Jasmine's hand, scanned it, and her brain visibly short-circuited. "Wait. Hold on. Yo

came out hollow.

use

ude's." Jasmine's voice was f

cartoon proportions.

empty womb was a personal insult." Jasmine swallowed hard. "The pressure was unbearable. So I remembered Lachlan's samples. I tho

case it didn't work. I wanted to surprise hi

with his dead brother's wife while you were trying to give him a family? While you were going through fertility treatments alone?" Her voice climbed with each wo

lence was an

company's tech division from the shadows for three years. When Beaumont Aeronautics was about to implode because their core navigatio

es because he was too proud to schmooze? How many nights did you drink yourself sick covering for him at i