The sun was a warm hand pressing down on the walled garden behind the cliffside estate. High stone walls, tangled with climbing roses, blocked the Pacific wind and any prying eyes. The grass had been left to grow slightly long here—deliberately, Elena suspected, by Alan the groundskeeper, who'd once mentioned that soft ground was better for bare feet.She stood in the center of that grass now, barefoot and loose-limbed, wearing only a silk robe.Hanna circled her. The black sheath from the gala was long gone, replaced by fitted athletic leggings and a tank top that bared the lean muscle of her arms. Her dark hair was pulled back. Her feet were bare, too."You're slower," Hanna said, her voice carrying no judgment. Just observation."I'm pregnant." Elena shifted her weight. The robe caught on the swell of her belly, pulling taut. "There's a human being sitting on my bladder.""A human being you chose to conceive." Hanna feinted left. Elena didn't bite. "With a man you married after kno
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