Page 102 of The Verdict

She spun to me again, the expression on her face unreadable. “Can we talk?”

My stomach dropped.

All of a sudden, Dare stood and let out a wild string of curses and barreled out of the room like a rolling storm.

“What the hell was that about?” I reached over the desk and picked up the photograph sitting on the mysterious envelope.

It was an image of a blonde woman smiling at a man over dinner at a restaurant.Wait…I brought the image closer, recognition dawning.

“Shit.” I pulled out my phone.

“What is it?” Merritt took the photo as I fired off a message to Harm to check on his brother—make sure Dare didn’t do anything stupid. “Rhys…” She looked at me. “Is it him? Ivans?”

“Yeah, I think so,” I muttered, tipping the image so she could see.

“Who’s that woman?”

“I don’t know.”But Dare obviously did.“But if we find her, we’ll be able to find him.”

I picked up the envelope, a ripple of unease going through me. There was only Dare’s name on the front. No address. No return address. No stamp.Someone had hand-delivered it.

And that writing…

I’d seen that writing before.

“Do you need to go?” Merritt put her hand on my arm.

My phone buzzed. Harm messaged back, saying he’d handle his brother.

“No,” I assured her, pulling her into my arms. “What is it?” I asked, my voice lowering.

I could read my woman like a book. Her eyes. Her body. Her sighs of worry and moans of pleasure. And what was happening here was far more important to me than whatever the hell Dare was getting himself into out there.

“Tell me, my little?—”

“I’m pregnant,” she blurted out, her hand quickly clapping over her mouth.

I froze, my skin prickling with something… powerful. “Pregnant?”

“Sorry.Dios mío.I didn’t mean… I wanted to tell you nicer—in the cabin?—”

I crushed my mouth to hers, kissing her as her back found the door behind her. “Say it again.”

She sighed. “I’m pregnant.”

I groaned, my cock instantly rock-solid. My woman. Filled with my baby.Fuck.

“On the table.”

“Rhys—”

“Now.”I moved her out of the way, finding the nearest chair and wedging it under the doorknob so no one could get in.

When I turned, she was sitting on the edge of the table, resting back on her hands, and her legs spread just enough…

“Again,” I rumbled, reaching for her and sliding my hand underneath her T-shirt dress.

“I’m—pregnant,” she said on a moan as I pushed two fingers into her, her pussy already slick and ready for me.

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