Chapter 8

Jacob POV

Six weeks later and I still can’t get her out of my mind. If I concentrate long enough, I can still smell her hair. The very thought of her sends my insides melting into a congealed mess.

My grandmother comes waltzing into my office. She has big news—I can tell by her Cheshire cat grin.

“Darling, I had to tell you straight away. Our surrogate is pregnant!” she says, and she comes over to give me an awkward hug—displays of affection are not exactly her strong point.

I am at a loss for words and blurt out, “That’s great news, Grandmother.”

She looks at me and says, “I thought you’d be more excited? What has gotten my dear Garth down?”

I’ve grown tired of her secrecy and games.

“Grandmother, who is she?” I ask without breaking eye contact.

She’s playing for time, and looks confused when she asks, “Whatever do you mean?”

Desperate for an answer, I probe her again.

“Who is the woman having my child? I have the right to know.”

She’s not making this easy for me. “What does it matte