Escaping The CEO With His Quadruplets

Clinic's VIP suite, warm and golden on Camila Conner's face. She stirred,

thread-count sheets and plush pillows, a state sh

flutter started de

both hands on the magnificent swell of her stomach, a

ed, her voice soft with a love so profound

aotic symphony only she could feel. Her h

ddle of fear and shock, but Carlisle Reyes had held her tightly, and she had believed-truly believed-that he

t was taken in Paris, just after he'd proposed. The Eiffel Tower glittered behind them, but it co

handsome, with eyes the color of a stormy sea and a smile that could disarm world leaders. But

nt and commanding in boardrooms, trembling slightly as he asked her to be his

hrough her veins, a feeling as comf

, trying to make her scholarship money stretch. He was Carlisle Reyes, the titan of Wall Street, a name whispered with a

, for the cold dismissal of a man whose t

nd that seemed to chase the panic from her ch

le had pursued her with the patient, deliberate

international negotiations and then drive across the city in the dead of night, just to bring

, his brow furrowed in concentration, even though she knew he couldn't tell a Monet from a M

kwardly try to brew the ginger tea her mother used to make, his frustration with the simple task

ved into a puddle of fear and shock, he had held her tightly. He'd looked her in the ey

most exclusive private clinic for her, ensuring a team of the best doct

was the luckiest woman in the world. She was marrying the love of her

Her name tag read: Claire Sullivan. Her face was pleasant, but Camila no

r tone a mix of respect and what seemed like forced b

I think," Camila laughed, her h

gers trembled slightly as she attached the blood pressure cuff. She k

ttle too quick. "He calls three times a day, every day, just to get

heeks. That was her Carlisle. Meti

," Camila s

the check-up, she made a note on a chart, her hand pausing for a heartbeat over the paper. "

girlish flutter that even after three year

message from him, sent just a few minutes ago: "On my w

the screen, typing back

er abdomen, and glanced at her reflection in the darkened TV screen ac

ent arrival, the babies began anot

murmur. "I'll keep you safe," she whisper

nings in Central Park, a chaotic, happy tangle of six. Summer

apped in the thick, warm blanket of love an

btle shift in the clinic's quiet hum. Not the fleeting shadow

, soft and steady, saying "Don't be afraid, baby. Mama's here.

rm, confident footstep

ed against her r

er smile radiant, her entire being

ned, a strange, cold prickle ran down her sp

or swu

wasn't

. His face was a blank, emotionless mask, a