Page 185 of Sins of a King
“Thanks for coming,” I said.
“My secretary told me about your message.” He came in and looked around the suite. “Redecorating?”
“We bought a place,” I explained. “Would you like something to drink?”
“Can we cut the pleasantries?” Jack asked.
“If you want.”
He nodded. “Why did you want to see me? You were pretty clear how you felt about me the last time we saw each other.”
I sighed. “Jack—”
“And then you sent a message and expected me to come to you.”
“I didn’t think it was appropriate to come to your office.”
“What do you want? I quit trying to bring down your husband. I stopped talking, okay?” He frowned. “I’m not like my sister, Barrett.”
“How’s that?”
“I have a hard time with the sliding scale of right and wrong.”
“Life isn’t black and white,” I stated. “You know that. You’ve even been to Flynn’s casino.”
“That’s different.”
“It’s illegal in the city. But still you’ve been. Still gambled. Maybe you need to re-examine what you think is right and wrong.”
Jack leaned forward and lowered his voice. “The SINS—”
“Enough,” I cut him off. “I’m not discussing this with you. I love you, Jack. You’re the brother Andrew always should’ve been. But we’re not going to discuss this. Okay?”
“Fine. Should we talk about the fact that you threatened me,” he stated coldly.
“Not outright.”
“You are un-fucking-believable, do you know that? I don’t even recognize the person you’ve become.”
“Jack, I—” A wave of pain through my belly cut off whatever I’d been about to say. I placed my hand on the back of the couch to steady myself, my vision suddenly spotty.
“Barrett?” Jack’s voice sounded far away.
“I’m pregnant,” I said, swaying. “Something’s wrong.”
Jack’s strong arms went around me, ushering me toward the elevator. I concentrated on breathing, but the nausea was debilitating.
“I’ve got you. You’re going to be okay,” he said, his words comforting in my ear.
And then I heard nothing.
The constant beeping brought me out of a doze. I looked around and realized I was in a hospital bed. Flynn jumped up from the chair next to me, his smile relieved.
“What happened?” I croaked, struggling to sit up.
“Easy,” he stated, aiding me. Once I was settled back against the pillows, I looked up at him, waiting for him to explain. “Doctor said it was extreme stress. You have to remain calm.” He set a gentle hand on my belly.
I sighed. “Stress. I was with Jack.”
