tate, Guilford stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows. He

ed in, her footsteps entirely silent on the Persi

behind Guilford, and wrapped her arms around

eeled her hands off his stomach, and stepped aw

overed, her face morphing into a mask of gent

nching the bridge of his nose. "Worse. W

ould use IVF. That woman... her life is a mess. Who knows what dise

owly raised his head. His dark eyes lo

aze darting away to nervously

devoid of warmth. "IVF has a ten percent success

n the best specialists in the count

his Montblanc p

gunshot. Imogene jumped back

, intimidating shadow over her. "This is a Gates

ical strike. Her eyes instantly welled wi

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

. She realized she couldn't stop the physical contact. She

door, already looking back at his

together. She whispered a

the hallway and pulled the heavy door shut behind her. Pulling her phone from her designer purse, her thumb hovered over a contact name, her mind already racing with conti

r. Find out Carissa's exact a

mogene walked away, her he

sed the intercom button. "Frank

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

ey? That completely contradicted the gr

indow at the darkening sky. He tossed the unlit cigar into the trash can, grabbe