Tristan Sanchez agreed without hesitation.
"Give me three days. Once I'm back in the country, I'll have an answer you'll be satisfied with."
I braced myself against the cold wall and felt my way back to the bedroom, guided by nothing but memory.
I had barely sat down when Josephine Lambert came in carrying a bowl of herbal broth.
"Mr. Mercer is going to be so happy when he hears the little surprise."
My throat was parched. I had no idea how to respond.
Josephine didn't notice anything off. She placed the spoon in my hand, her tone wistful.
"If it weren't for that accident all those years ago..."
A frigid male voice cut her off before she could finish.
"Josephine, didn't I tell you never to bring that up again?"
I fell into a warm embrace.
Dominic touched my hands and squeezed them, his voice laced with concern.
"Why are your hands so cold?"
Josephine hurried to pass me the warm broth, her brow furrowed deep.
"Here, hold the bowl to warm your hands. With the preg—"
My heart leapt into my throat. I cut her off before she could finish.
"Josephine, you can go now."
Warm breath grazed the side of my neck. Dominic squeezed my palm gently.
"Keeping secrets from me?"