usually so sharp and commanding in boardrooms and at home, was now rich, r

of joy, Garrett didn't offer a stiff pat or a cold instruction to compose herself. Instead, he raised hi

nt. The ultimate display of a

could hear the collective sighs and whispered awe of t

were locked on t

ime Garrett had held her hand like that. She couldn't. In fact, she realized with a sickenin

intensely focused man. He was a tech visionary, a genius who didn't deal in frivolous emotional disp

tt wasn't incapable of showing emotion. He wasn't lacking in tend

ath, but the suffocating pressure

fficiant moved to the next segment, his

of the groom, Mrs. Deirdre Swanson, and the

and faint. She stared in absolute disbelief as an elegantly dressed older woman a

erself, the words barely making it pa

lly packed his overnight bag and driven him to Deirdre's house. When she dropped him off, Deird

re the

ng with a warm, affectionate smile as she looked a

after she had nearly bled to death giving birth to Leo. Deirdre had held her hand and said, "I'm sorry, Jessie. You did well." But that

er and his father, facing the crowd of hundreds without a hint of stage fright. Ins

g in her ears returned, so loud it drowned out the officiant's words. She watched,

id warmly, "do you have anything yo

mer. He tilted his head back, looking first at his father, who w

d gently ruffling Leo's hair in a

dish voice echoed throu

be my new mommy now! I love Auntie Brittnie, a