The Billionaire's Private Arrangement
If Felicia had been a different woman, softer, more naïve, she might have taken offense.
But she wasn’t anymore, money and fear had carved that softness out of her long ago.
So that cold reply told her something important:
Damian Blackwood was completely focused on one woman, the one lying unconscious inside the theatre, not the one pretending to be carrying his child down the hall.
And for the plan she’d agreed to, that was perfect.
Felicia inhaled, letting the sterile air fill her lungs, then exhaled slowly as she turned away from the door. She smoothed her scrubs, tugged her gloves on and walked deeper into the theatre.