A woman discovers she can hear the thoughts of her cold, distant ex and learns a truth he never spoke aloud: their baby is his only heir, and he still loves her. As she navigates his hidden feelings and the secret binding them together, she must decide whether to trust the man who once shut her out.
times that I don't even bother calling him out anymore. Then late one night, a sudden wave of nauseas violently wrenches me awake. I rush into the bathroom and throw up until there's nothing left. I don't want to wake anyone, so I just lean on the sink and try to steady myself. The door opens almost immediately. Grant storms in wearing a robe, one hand on my
the other rubbing my back. When I finally catch my breath, he pulls a tissue and holds it out. his tone stays harsh but his face looks worse than mine why didn't you call someone if you felt sick it's just morning sickness I'm fine your face is completely white and you call that fine he calls the family doctor at once yet
still can't resist lecturing me the doctor and nutritionist are both here on the estate if you feel sick call someone you're not just looking out for yourself anymore don't take chances with the baby hearing that I figure he really is only worried about the baby but the next second his thoughts suddenly come
through loud and clear why is she this pale if I knew morning sickness was this brutal I would have posted a doctor outside her door please don't let anything happen to her I stare at him stunned for the first time I hear it clearly the person he worried about first wasn't the baby it was me I grow
increasingly used to grants sharp tongue and soft heart sometimes I don't even need to hear his thoughts to predict his next move i thought victoria was out of the picture for good