When Leah left Blackthorn Estate, Darian was choosing wallpaper for the nursery.The designer had sent three colors. He handed Vera his phone and asked which one she preferred.Reclining on the sofa, she glanced at the screen. The sapphire necklace at her throat shifted as she shook her head.“None of them.”She pointed toward the stairs.“I want the nursery beside the master bedroom. That room gets the best light.”Leah’s studio.Darian remembered the tools she kept there, along with several battered technical books. For a moment, he hesitated.Then he said, “I’ll have someone clear it out.”Satisfied, Vera reached up to straighten his collar.“Once the baby comes, Darian, we can finally be a real family.”He didn’t answer. His gaze lowered to her stomach.He had imagined the child already. Perhaps it would have Leah’s eyes—clear and bright, the way they had been in college when she laughed.If the baby looked like her, perhaps she would finally stop dwelling on everything that had ha
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