phie's finger. The Carlisle-Vanderbilt crest. A

e said, his voice gentle. "Let'

itated, th

caffeine-free steamed milk for her and a pastry. He was a consulting speciali

ing Pe

er, Sophie's eyes lit up.

think there's reason to be hopeful." As he spoke, he noticed her hand resting over her abdomen. He

, "a patient of mine makes these.

ness felt monumental. A genuine, un

specialist. The diagnosis? Nothing. He was in perfect physical health. The doctor had then looke

cation wa

when a flash of movement in

oyful expression he had never, in three years, seen direct

ething that made her cover her mout

s jaw t

nt seat, "it appears Mrs. Vanderbilt

man passed her a napkin, the way she accepted it with an un

strangest t

ness, the dull, persistent nausea that

ple

e of pain was more unsettling than the p

ords. The naus

fied logic, that defied sci

to something cold and possessive. She had no right to

, dark chocolate, unaware of the gaz

drive away. He

watched as Ethan, noticing the evening chill, took off

the armrest, the leather g

kles wer