ing air
doors of the penthouse building, a simpl
d gave the driver an addre
up to a quiet, tree-lined street. C
of the private clinic. The faint, calm
rmly, taking her ID card t
area on the second floor. The plush sofa
potted Monstera plant. She picked up a maternity magazine
way, the elevator chim
f expensive leather shoes agains
the glossy page. A sickenin
ng through the wide green l
earing a light gray casual suit, looking softer
arm was a petite woman i
e Mu
ed, letting out a del
t his side, steadying her with frantic care. He leaned down,
laced a hand over her slight, barely-there bab
covered her hand with his, his eyes fille
to Charlie's chest. It shatte
ing down on her lower lip so hard she tasted blood.
n. He just hated the i
rse stepped into the waiti
eady for you," the nurse called
ike a gunshot in
ire body went rigid. His head s
's lung
low, and scrambled out from the blin
anitorial supply closet right next to the waitin
s long strides eating up the d
only thing left behind was a maternit
ark, irritated suspic
ng her arms around his bicep. "Wha
from the magazine. His exp
across the screen to fire off a rapid text to Milo: "Pull every transaction and medical appointment under Charlie Whitaker's name in t
bleach and floor wax, Charlie stood with her back pressed agains
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