Page 57 of The Sculptor

Until then, all he needs to know is that Congressman Albrecht no longer has a fiancée.

“You married her?” His jaw ticks as he steps closer. “Ramsey,” he clarifies. “You married Ramsey Ford.”

I nod. “It’s Ramsey Potter now, but yes. I married her.”

“It seems like you boys have much to discuss.” Langston points at me with a vicious smile before addressing Vance. “Dr. Potter, if I were you, I’d speak with your partner about threatening men in power.” Langston’s face changes to one that is wholly evil. “I’d hate for your patients to learn their precious surgeons hide away wicked deeds.”

Meaning that Langston would have no issue making up something and leaking a lie to the public to take down Potter’s Plastics.

“And we’d love nothing more than to shove that silver spoon up your ass until you choke on it,” Remington adds, stepping up and shoving Vance back. “You don’t want to threaten us, Langford. We eat that shit like pussy.”

“Remington!” Vance explodes. “Leave, now!”

Remington manages to flash me a wink before knocking into Langston’s shoulder as he pushes past him, disappearing down the hall.

“Congressman, is it?” Vance asks, his tone careful and controlled.

“Albrecht,” Langston adds. “Congressman Albrecht.”

Vance nods like he actually gives a fuck what his title is. “Well, Congressman, I’m not sure what misunderstanding you have with my brother, but let me assure you, if you so much as step foot in our practice again, I will make sure all my ‘wicked deeds’ begin at your doorstep. I don’t take kindly to threats or assholes. Now, if you’ll see yourself out before I lose my patience.”

I offer Langston a parting smile. “I look forward to reviewing those documents, Congressman,” I tell him, earning me a pointed glare from Vance.

“There are no documents, Dr. Potter. I told you, your wife is a liar.”

Ramsey

“You don’t have to do this with me.”

Duke whips around, his hair sticking up in several spots from where he’s been pulling on it for the last half-hour. “Don’t start with that shit again. I’m not in the mood to argue.”

I sigh. “I’m not trying to fight with you. I just want you to really think about this. You have a future, Duke.”

He snaps. “And you don’t?”

I offer him a smile. “Being the future wife of a congressman isn’t as exciting as saving lives. I think the world could live without my contribution a little more than they can yours.”

I swear if I wasn’t crumpled up on the bathroom floor, feeling like death, he would shake me. Instead, he squats down and takes my chin in his hand, forcing my eyes to his. “Every future is a contribution to this world, Ray—especially yours. Don’t belittle your value. Your spirit brings more to this universe than any degree of mine could.”

And this is how I’m pregnant with his child at eighteen years old.

“You’re such a charmer, Duke Potter.”

“Don’t try to change the subject.”

He’s in no laughing mood. Got it.

Not that this moment calls for laughing, but still. His serious expression concerns me.

“I’m not changing the subject,” I say, tugging on his shirt, a subtle hint that he needs to come closer.

He sighs but does as I want, sitting down and tucking me into his side, where this conversation should have started in the first place, but… morning sickness.

“You’re meant to be a doctor, Duke. If you do this—if you run away with me—you might never achieve the future you’ve dreamt of.”

His hands tighten around me. “You’re the only future I dreamed of.”

“Duke.”

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