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One thing about working with Hayes Security, they don’t like loose ends.

“Bet you guys are ready for these.” Finn drops his bag on a chair and dishes out our personal cells. “You know the drill. No calls until on US soil. Get back to base and pack. Meet back here in two hours. Transport is waiting. Wheels up as soon as you’re ready.”

When I power up my phone, notifications load the screen.

I love you…

I miss you…

God, I’m scared, please come home to me…

With each message, my heart races.

“Before you go, we need to talk.”

My head snaps back to Robbie, his expression now unreadable.

“Is she okay?”

“Once the shock wore off, she pulled herself together. We had an unexpected development. She’s fine… But there’s something else.” His pause has my pulse racing for a different reason.

“What kind of fucking development?”

“Wynn got to her.”

“You promised you’d watch her.”

“We were watching. She went shopping. It was a coincidence; we tapped into the internal cameras and didn’t catch him until it was too late. With a few calls, found out Declan was in the vicinity. He couldn’t walk into Target without risk of causing a scene, so he sent in Tavers.”

My agitation turns to hilarity, thinking about Declan’s bodyguard. At six-four, two-hundred and sixty pounds of pure muscle, Tavers likely had Joseph Wynn ready to bolt.

“And what happened?”

“Willow handled it. Tavers ensured Jospeh left the store and went back. Willow hurt her ankle, claimed she tripped over her cart.”

“Why don’t I like where this is going?”

“Depends on where you’re at. I saw the ring, know that woman loves you, and pretty sure you feel the same.”

“What the fuck, Robbie?”

He smirks at my irritation. “Tavers hung back, making sure she was okay.”

He’s enjoying drawing this out. The room has gone silent, and I sense the guys at my back. “You got a point here?”

“Yeah.” He rocks back on his heels with a wide shit-eating grin. “According to Tavers, ‘Lo wiped out the shelves of everybrand of pregnancy test available. Good chance you’re about to be a dad.”

He could have told me anything in the world and it wouldn’t have stunned me more.

…about to be a dad

The phrase replays in my mind, my pulse speeding, my vision blurring, and the room spinning.

I think I spot a few hands reaching out before my ass hits the floor.

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WILLOW

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