WAS THAT THE REASON she was still in her jacket? Her cheeks flushed pink with the warmth of the room. She was hiding her belly from him. But why?
Julian swallowed the acid in his throat, his eyes lingering around the soft swell of her lower abdomen. Her jacket gaped open, revealing...
“You’re pregnant.”
The words came out like g*n shot in the room.
His hands began to shake as he picked up his coffee cup and took a sip, ice running through his veins, vanishing all remnants of heat. Had she gotten herself knocked up after she returned to New York? With IVF as she had planned? Or was it his?
“Whose baby is it, Samara?”
His brain calculated the dates, four months, one week since she’d returned to New York.
He had no idea how pregnant she looked, but he was going to find out the truth, s
