BILLIONAIRE'S PLUS-SIZE OBSESSION
She put her hands on her waist, shifting from confidante to interrogator.
“So, what’s the master plan for this child you’ve talk about? Daycare between covert ops?”
“Bring her out, Chloe,” I called to my assistant, who had been a silent, anxious presence by the black SUV.
The car door opened, and Angel came down from the car, blinking in the brilliant sunlight. She was clutching a small, a pink stuffed teddy.
Gwen’s sharp intake of breath was audible. All her anger momentarily evaporated, replaced by pure, unadulterated shock.