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Chapter 12 Skylar's POV The building was more than beautiful. It was a full floor in a glass tower in the centre of the city. High ceilings, clean lines, natural light pouring through windows that ran from floor to ceiling. There were workstations already set up, a design studio with drafting tables and pinboards, a showroom space at the far end with soft lighting and racks waiting to be filled. My name was on the signage by the entrance. I stood in the middle of it and didn't know what to do with my face. "You did all this for me?" I turned to him. "Zane, you shouldn't have." "You complain too much, Sky. It's only appropriate that I spoil my woman." I froze at the words. My woman. A few of the office staff nearby glanced over with expressions I couldn't entirely read. They looked curious, assessing, the way people look when they're watching something they've been told about but haven't seen yet. I turned back to Zane. "Babe, still you shouldn't have." I saw mouth

Chapter 14Zane's POVI still couldn't quite believe it. She had said she thought she loved me too.That was more than enough. That was honestly more than I had expected from her this soon, given everything she was still carrying. I had said what I felt because I couldn't hold it back any longer, not with her standing in my doorway wrapped in my sheets looking at me with those eyes. And she had said it back. Not with total certainty, but she had said it. That was all I needed.I pushed up from the bed and walked to the shower. I had serious work waiting at the office and my head was running warmer than usual. Cold water would sort at least one of those.Skylar had already gone by the time I was dressed. She had left for the studio early, which I approved of . She needed to settle into it. After all it was her property now. I told Agnes to prepare something for breakfast but found when I sat down that I had no appetite. Not for any particular reason, not stress or worry, just the pa

Chapter 17 Skylar's POV "I'll take the whole set. Yes, you can mix the colours too." A woman's voice came from the far end of the showroom. I had just walked in through the main entrance, bag over my shoulder. My coat. was still on. "Of course, ma'am. Give me just a minute." One of my staff was already moving to arrange everything. She looked up when she heard the door. "Morning, Miss Skylar." "Morning, Grace." I was heading toward my office when the woman at the far end turned around. "Well. Look who it is." I stopped. Then I laughed. "Oh my God...Mara. Why can I never recognise you first? It's because you keep getting prettier. That's not fair." We hugged. Pulled back. Looked at each other properly. Then hugged again, because one wasn't enough. "Skylar." She held me at arm's length and looked me over with the particular attention of someone who actually sees you. "You look better. And... wait. You've lost weight." "If you say so." I grinned. "I don't really no

Chapter 16 Skylar's POV "You can't be serious." Zane stared at his mother on the floor. "You cannot seriously be serious right now." He crouched beside her and shook her shoulder. Once and twice. She didn't move. "Mom." He shook her again. Nothing. He straightened up, and something shifted in his face . it was not panic, not quite, but the particular expression of a man who has run out of patience for a situation that doesn't care. "She needs to go to the hospital, Zane." I looked down at her. She was breathing, at least. "I thought I was the only one who fainted when they got a shock. Looks like I have a partner now." I grinned. "Don't make this worse than it already is. This is not the time for jokes, Skylar." "I'm just saying." I shrugged. "We have something in common. Don't you think?" He gave me a look. And I decided it was best to shut up.Then we got to work. I put my hands under her legs while he gripped her shoulders and we heaved her up between us. She was not l

Chapter 18Skylar's POVAfter she left, I breathed out.I felt awful for lying to her. Mara had been in my corner from the start. She was the one who handed me her lawyer's number, the one who told me I deserved better when I was still trying to convince myself I didn't. And I had sat across from her and told her half-truths to her face. It didn't sit well. But I also didn't know who was in Jason's corner and who wasn't, and I had learned painfully, that trust was not something to hand out because someone had been kind to you once. I promised myself quietly that someday I would tell her the truth about all of it. Just not yet.I called Vera to come take the cups away, then I stood and moved to my personal design space. It was a corner of the studio that contained a drafting table, a good lamp, a clipboard and pencil. I sat down and started working.The pencil moved on its own. A dress was taking shape on the paper. The lines were coming out cleaner and more