by the floor-to-ceiling windows. He rolled an unlit cigar between his long f

alked in, her footsteps silent on the Persian

behind Guilford, and wrapped her arms around

her hands off his stomach, and stepped away

st, her face shifting into a mask of gentl

nching the bridge of his nose. "Worse. W

, we should use IVF. That woman... her life is a mess. Who knows what

He slowly raised his head. His da

darted away, nervously straighten

empty of warmth. "IVF has a ten percent success

o the gloss. "I can bring in the best specialists

his Montblanc p

shot. Imogene jumped back,

long shadow over her. "This is a Gates family

ical strike. Her eyes instantly welled wi

o a brutal, absolute register, "I would sleep with th

h her. She realized she couldn't stop the physical contact. Sh

he door, already looking back at

together. She whispered a

She stepped into the hallway and pulled the heavy door shut behind her. Pulling her phone from her designer purse, her thumb

nd. "Alistair. Find out Carissa's ex

walked away, her heels clicking s

pressed the intercom button

, sir. She agreed to the natural conception. And... she

money? That contradicted ever

at the darkening sky. He tossed the unlit cigar into the trash can, grabbed h