I never expected to see him again after that snowy night in Michigan.
The dangerous lawyer who tied me up.
Then touched me in ways that made me forget he was my future father-in-law’s son.
Now I’m carrying his triplets.
Standing in the Nardone family’s glittering Christmas ballroom, my hand shields my still-flat stomach.
Niccolo strides toward me with murder in his eyes.
He knows.
