Chapter 3
Rachel checked on her son one more time in the nursery and goosebumps grew on her arms. Leaving him made her body tense, but she couldn’t refuse Ollie. If she ignored him, then she ignored her own desires too.
Ollie was everything she wasn’t, and her baby looked so much like him. Brown hair, his regal nose and even the outline of a square jawline.
She slipped out of the nursery and headed to her room to change for dinner. His sister, Elle, had sent down a green dress that matched her green eyes, but it had been over a year since she’d dressed in any top-end designer and Rachel felt like a fraud as she read the House of Morgan label.
Ollie, born royal, showed his confidence and power in every movement. It was even in his pinky when he drank a glass of wine or beer.
Brown eyes
