INICIAR SESIÓNHannah's POVLeo woke me at six, wide awake and ready to start the day. By seven he was fed, changed and cool to the touch, sleeping again in the white crib. The guest house was so quiet that I could hear the refrigerator hum. I had just poured my first coffee when Gabriel knocked.He stood on the step in dark trousers and a pale blue shirt, holding a second cup. He hadn't slept, and it showed."Good morning," he said. "I thought you might want another.""I already made some.""Then I'll drink this one." He glanced toward the nursery. "How is he?""Still cool, and he's eating like nothing happened."His shoulders loosened. He had kept the rule this time, so I stepped back and held the door. He set the cup on the counter and pulled out the chair across from mine at the small kitchen table."Can we talk about Elise?" he asked.My fingers tightened around my mug. I had read about her in an interview on the night I found Tessa's name, sitting at Rosa's with Leo in the drawer. She was the
Gabriel's POVLeo lay on the changing mat in his open sleeper, red-faced, his cries thin and tired. Hannah already had the thermometer out."He's burning up, Hannah," I said, standing over them. "That's dangerous for a baby this small. Why haven't you taken him to the hospital? We should call an ambulance right now, or I'll carry him to my car and drive him there myself. Let's go now.""Not yet." She slid the thermometer under his arm, keeping her eyes on him. "Don't pick him up. I need the reading first."The thermometer beeped."A hundred and one point three," she said. "That's a fever, and I expected one after his shots this morning, so we don't need to panic yet. First I'm going to check him properly, and then I'm calling the clinic's night line."She ran her fingers over his chest, watching his breathing. She checked his skin. She touched his cheek."Leo, sweetheart. Look at Mommy."He turned toward her and made a small sound.She called the clinic with the phone pinned against h
Hannah's POV"First, I pay rent," I said, holding the phone tight against my ear. "I'll pay you from my first paycheck, and until then, you can call it a debt.""There's no need," Gabriel said. "I'm not taking rent from you while you have no income.""Then there's no agreement. I'm not living on your land for free so your lawyers can tell a judge you bought us a roof." I didn't give him time to argue. "Second, you knock before you come into the guest house, every single time. I don't care that you own it or that Leo is your son. While we live there, it's my home. Third, your lawyers never speak to me directly. If they have questions or want papers, they go through June. I won't have Howard Greene cornering me in my own kitchen."I waited for him to fight me on at least one of them."Agreed, all three," he said. "I'll make sure Howard understands. But I have one of my own. Leo needs a real crib with a firm mattress and nothing loose in it. Dr. Kessler is going to look at both homes, an
Hannah's POVMr. Collins's notice stayed taped to Rosa's door all night. Rosa called him that night, begging, but he refused to change his mind: one tenant, or she was out too. I kept walking past that door, thinking about Rosa losing her home because she had taken us in.The next morning, Gabriel Locke's name lit up my phone. I let it ring three times before I answered."I heard about the landlord," he said.I gripped the phone. "How?""Dr. Kessler mentioned it on a call with Howard. She didn't give details, so I asked a few questions of my own.""Then you know Rosa and I are handling it," I said."Are you? Where will you go, Hannah?" he asked, not waiting for an answer. "I have a guest house in Winnetka, behind the main house. It's furnished and has its own entrance, so you'd have your privacy. You and Leo can stay there."I said no before he finished."You haven't even seen it," he said, his voice hardening. "This is for my son.""And I'm his mother," I said. "Every time you offer
Hannah's POVDr. Ruth Kessler was due at nine, so I spent the hour before it trying to make Rosa's apartment seem bigger than it was. I folded the blanket, wiped the counter twice and hid the laundry basket beside the refrigerator, but none of it helped.The apartment had one bedroom, one bathroom, a tiny kitchen and a living room barely big enough for the couch. Leo's drawer sat against the wall. I had lined it with clean towels and tucked the blanket tight, so nothing could slide over his face. I had checked it a dozen times.Rosa stood beside me in her scrubs, arms folded. "Stop looking at that drawer," she whispered. "You're making yourself nervous.""I'm not nervous," I lied.Three firm knocks sounded on the door. The woman outside was about fifty, with short brown hair, glasses and a leather folder."Ms. Ashcroft? I'm Ruth Kessler. May I come in?"I stepped aside. She introduced herself to Rosa, then set her folder down and sat on the edge of the couch instead of the chair I off
Gabriel's POVBrett Ashcroft's letter had been on my desk since Friday morning. By ten on Monday, ten million dollars was sitting in an account, ready to leave the minute he signed.Arranging it took one phone call. I wanted Brett out of Leo's life for good. I didn't want any legal tie left between my son and the man who had publicly disowned him.Howard Greene ruined that plan by storming in and dropping a copy of the letter on my desk."Tell me you haven't approved that payment," he said."The money's ready," I said."Ten million dollars, Gabriel?" Howard asked."It's cheaper than fighting him in court for years," I said, leaning back.Howard sat down in front of my desk. "A judge will see a billionaire buying a baby. Brett's lawyers will say you bought a child, and every question about your motives will hurt your custody case.""He's asking for money, not custody.""Today," Howard said. "He could change his mind tomorrow.""I'm not buying Leo," I said."Then don't make it look that







