LOGINInside the drawing room, Leonard felt like he couldn't breathe.Morrison sat across from him, that damned folder on the table between them, containing God knew what evidence of their relationship. Of the pregnancy. Of everything they'd been desperately trying to hide."You're making a mistake," Lissa said to Morrison, her voice deadly calm. "I hired you. You work for me. This information belongs to me.""I gathered it while working for you," Morrison corrected. "But ownership is debatable. And frankly, Mrs. Heyden, I've received offers that make your original payment look like pocket change.""From who?" Leonard demanded."That's confidential," Morrison said. "Client privilege. But I can tell you they're very interested in the medical aspect of the situation. Apparently unprecedented medical phenomena are worth quite a lot to certain research institutions."Daveson's hand moved unconsciously to his stomach. Leonard saw it, saw Morrison notice it, saw his mother's eyes track the gestur
Marcus's voice came through. "Mr. Heyden? Mrs. Heyden asked me to inform you that the Kanes have arrived early. They're waiting in the main drawing room.""Of course they are," Leonard muttered. Then louder: "Thank you, Marcus. We'll be right down."He looked at Daveson and Victoria. "Game faces on. We can do this. Just a few hours of performance, then we regroup.""Leonard," Daveson said quietly. "Be careful. Your mother invited them for a reason. This isn't just about wedding planning.""I know," Leonard said. "But what choice do we have except to play along?"They made their way downstairs, Daveson trailing a professional distance behind. Victoria could see the strain in both their faces, the toll of maintaining this charade.The drawing room doors opened to reveal not just Victoria's parents, but Lissa seated with them, already deep in conversation. All three looked up as they entered."Leonard!" Victoria's mother, Catherine, stood with a warm smile. "We were just discussing the m
The silence in Lissa's office stretched until Victoria could hear her own heartbeat.Leonard stood frozen, Daveson's hand still clasped in his, both of them staring at the woman who'd just revealed she'd orchestrated everything. The surveillance. The investigation. The impossible choice they now faced.Lissa stood behind her desk like a queen surveying her kingdom, waiting for Leonard to surrender."Well?" she finally prompted. "Do we have an agreement?"Leonard's jaw clenched. Victoria saw the war happening behind his eyes, the desperate desire to run warring with the terrifying practicality of his mother's arguments."I need time," Leonard said finally.Lissa's eyebrow arched. "Time for what? The situation is quite clear.""Time to think," Leonard said, his voice stronger now. "You're asking me to surrender my entire life to your control. To put my child's future in your hands. That's not a decision I make in five minutes.""You have until 5 PM when Morrison…""Morrison is your empl
"Shit," Leonard muttered, starting the car.They drove back toward the estate in tense silence, both calculating how to explain their absences if anyone had noticed."Drop me at the service road," Daveson said when they were close. "I'll walk back through the woods. You go straight to the front entrance and tell Marcus you got caught up in a late meeting.""Daveson…""It's safer if we're seen arriving separately," Daveson insisted.Leonard nodded reluctantly, pulling onto the service road. Before Daveson could get out, Leonard caught his wrist."Friday," Leonard said. "We tell Victoria everything. And then we start planning our endgame.""Okay," Daveson agreed.Leonard pulled him across the console, kissing him hard and desperate. When they broke apart, both were breathing heavily."I love you," Leonard whispered. "Whatever happens, remember that.""I love you too," Daveson said.Then he slipped out of the car and disappeared into the darkness of the woods, his phone flashlight guidin
She was bluffing. She has to be. If she knew about the pregnancy, she would have said so directly. This was a fishing expedition, trying to scare him into confession."I appreciate your concern, Mrs. Heyden," Daveson said, standing. "But there's nothing to tell. I'm a security professional doing my job. If my recent medical appointments are concerning to you, I can provide documentation from my doctor explaining that everything is routine and unrelated to my work performance."It was a gamble. But calling her bluff might be the only way to shut down this line of questioning.Lissa studied him for a long moment."Very well," she said finally. "You're dismissed, Mr. Roarke. But I'd suggest you think very carefully about where your loyalties lie. Because when this all comes to light, and it will, you'll want to be on the right side of the truth."Daveson left her office, maintaining his composure until he reached the hallway.Then he pulled out his phone with shaking hands.Daveson: She
Daveson was conducting a routine perimeter check at 4:15 PM when his phone buzzed with an encrypted message from Leonard.Victoria just left. Someone has photos of us from Lovers Point. They're trying to sell them.Daveson stopped walking, his hand automatically moving to his stomach.Daveson: Who?Leonard: Don't know yet. Victoria's investigating. But Daveson, if they have photos from that night, they might have been following us longer. They might have more.More. Like photos of Daveson entering Dr. Chen's office. Like evidence of his pregnancy appointments.Daveson leaned against the estate's stone wall, feeling dizzy. The nausea was back, worse than this morning.Daveson: What do we do?Leonard: Victoria suggested we prepare a cover story. Some explanation for why we were together that doesn't suggest anything personal.Daveson: Like what?Leonard: Security briefing about a credible threat. Or wedding-related discussion that required privacy.Daveson stared at the message. A cover







