Damian I watched her go and cursed under my breath. I dragged a hand through my hair before i sat down and reopened the laptop. A quick check of the browsing history showed she had done nothing more than research memory loss and a few articles about my company. Another check of my files indicated none of my business documents had been accessed. I cursed again. I had reacted badly, so harshly , but seeing her using my computer had immediately put me on guard. I propped my elbows on the desk and held my head in my hands. My meeting with the detective in charge of the investigation into Hope’s abduction had been an exercise in frustration. They had little to no information to go on, and the one person who could supply it couldn’t remember. There were no new developments regarding where she had been for the past month. Hope hadn’t been rescued as the news had led viewers to believe; rather, she had been abandoned by her kidnappers, and an anonymous caller had alerted the police on he

Hope. The next morning, I dressed in one of the chic outfits that had been delivered straight to our house by a local boutique. Damian had insisted i see an obstetrician before we departed for the Hamptons, and so, accompanied by him and flanked by several members of his security team, we entered the medical building where the doctor’s offices were housed. I felt conspicuous and faintly embarrassed, but i also glowed under Damian’s constant attention and his apparent concern for my well being. To my surprise, there was no waiting once Damian announced our arrival to the receptionist. His security detail remained in the lobby, and I smiled at the image of the big, burly men standing amidst a dozen small patients mostly children and women. Damian and i were ushered to an exam room by a young nurse who assured us that the doctor would attend to us shortly. When the nurse retreated, Damian lifted me and settled me on the exam table. Instead of sitting in the chair to the side, he sto

Hope. “You are welcome to stay, Rosie. I do hope you will eat dinner with us tonight,” Damian said politely as i mounted the stairs. I really had no idea where i was going, but upstairs seemed as good a place as any, and it would put me solidly away from the source of my irritation. I was nearly to the top when Damian overtook me. “You should have waited for me,” he reproached. “I don’t like you navigating the stairs by yourself. What if you were to fall? In the future, someone will escort you up or down.” My mouth fell open. “You are not serious!” He frowned, clearly not liking my tone of disbelief. “I’m very serious when it comes to your well being Hope.” I blew out my breath in frustration as Damian escorted me from the landing of the stairs down the hall to a spacious bedroom. Clearly this was the master suite. I set aside the protests forming on my tongue and stared at Damian in question. “Is this to be my room?” I asked irritated. “It is our room.” Heat rose in my che

Hope. Somehow, between the visit with the physician and a very long, relaxing bath, i had managed to forget all about Rosie's presence at the house. When Damian walked into our bedroom to escort me down the stairs, I smiled welcomingly. He stopped in front of me and studied me for a moment. Then he brushed his lips across mine and folded my hand in his. “You look beautiful. Your color is much better, and you look rested.” “The good doctor has proclaimed me fit as a fiddle. So there is no cause for concern.” “That is good,my love. Your health is important to me.” He tucked my arm underneath his, and we headed out of the bedroom and down the stairs. As we neared the bottom, i looked up and saw Rosie standing in the entrance to the formal dining room. I stiffened. The woman was immaculately turned out in a designer dress that molded to every single one of her curves. I looked down self consciously at my own very casual slacks and maternity blouse. I felt a sudden desire to race bac

Hope. The Morning sun streamed into the bedroom and cast a warm glow on the bed where i lay. I opened my eyes and promptly burrowed more deeply underneath the covers. My hand sought Damian, but i found only an empty spot. I frowned and sat up, looking around the bedroom, but he was nowhere to be found. The unmistakable whir of the helicopter caught my attention, and I got out of bed and walked to the window. Damian stood with Rosie a short distance from the helicopter, his hand on her arm. She nodded and ducked down to hurry into the helicopter. A few seconds later, it lifted and headed toward the mainland. I couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. I stood watching a moment longer before i turned and hurried toward the bathroom. After a quick shower, i pulled on my robe and walked back into the bedroom to dress. Damian was waiting for me. I eyed him nervously and pulled my robe tighter around me. “I will leave you to dress,” he said shortly. “I will send Alba up to escort yo