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and Farrah walked back to the reception desk as soon as they heard Meeks’s voice. “I’m Meeks Montgomery and I’m—”

      “Yes, your wife’s been asking for you,” Karen said, smiling as she flipped her hair again.

      Both Robert and Meeks wore the Blake & Montgomery standard uniform of a black T-shirt with their company’s red logo that was hard to miss. Robert was accustomed to female attention when wearing it, especially since the uniform showed off his broad shoulders and flat chest and abs. Also, the combat boots and a utility belt holding a nine-millimeter handgun that screamed dangerous were hard to miss. And even his ninety-year-old neighbor had a liking for the black cargo pants that showcased a rear end she tried sneaking a squeeze of on occasion. Robert didn’t have the heart to tell the old woman that he was onto her game. The devilish smile that plastered her wrinkled face was too endearing.

      Evidently, the geriatric club wasn’t the only group that wasn’t immune. Karen’s breathing had increased and she’d flipped her hair—yet again. The corner of Robert’s mouth curved up. He’d always enjoyed the attention he received from women, especially if said attention seemed to bother the only woman he ever really wanted. Meeks, on the other hand, didn’t seem to take notice of anyone other than his wife. So Robert was in good company.

      “If you’d all come this way,” she said.

      “Ladies first,” Robert chimed, stepping aside so Farrah could move past.

      “Such a gentleman,” Farrah shot back.

      “You should know that nothing could be further from the truth,” he answered with a knowing wink.

      Farrah huffed, but didn’t come back with her normal biting retort. They followed Karen through a set of double doors and down a well-lit hall with white marble floors and white walls into another small waiting area. The room had walls painted light gray, with pictures and posters that centered on pregnancy, and was filled with low-back gray leather chairs.

      “You two will need to wait here, and someone will come for you when they’re ready to start the ultrasound,” she said to both Farrah and Robert.

      They both acknowledged her request with a small nod.

      “Follow me, Mr. Montgomery. I’ll take you to your wife.”

      “I’ll see you two in a bit,” Meeks said before giving them both a lengthy once-over and asking, “Are you two okay?”

      “Yes, why do you ask?” Farrah said, her red lips pulled into a scowl.

      “If I didn’t know any better,” Meeks said, tilting his head, “I swear you two were acting like a married couple in the middle of a fight.”

      “You don’t say,” Robert teased, garnering an angry glare from Farrah.

      Meeks shook his head and continued down the hall. Both Robert and Farrah took a seat next to each other. “I guess now we wait,” Robert said.

      “I guess so,” Farrah agreed as she sat and crossed her legs. Her dress rose a few inches, offering Robert a view of Farrah’s thighs—a move that he could have done without. Now he was imagining what delightful things Farrah had on under that shape-defining dress. He knew first hand that she spared no expense when it came to buying and wearing beautiful, soft and sensual underwear. Robert’s sex grew hard as steel.

      Robert quickly flicked his wrist and checked his watch, then pulled out his phone and sorted through a few emails.

      “We passed an area with a coffee and vending machine on our way in here. You want something?” Farrah asked, getting to her feet.

      He couldn’t actually say that what he wanted was the woman herself.

      “I can get it,” Robert said, putting away his phone.

      “I need to stretch my legs,” Farrah insisted.

      “If you insist, sure, coffee would be fine. You know how I like it...strong and hot,” he teased, staring up at her, his face expressionless. The sexual tension between them was choking him.

      Before Farrah could make a move toward the door, a male nurse stepped to them. “They’re ready for you,” he said.

      Robert rose from his chair, slowly, discreetly making an attempt to adjust himself. He took a deep breath and released it slowly. “You ready?” Robert finally asked, offering his hand.

      Farrah nodded slowly as her eyes darted away from the reason he had clearly needed a moment. He was too turned on to be embarrassed. Hell, the woman was practically his wife. More like actually his wife—and he intended to keep it that way.

      “Let’s go,” Robert said as they followed behind the nurse.

      * * *

      After Francine’s appointment, Farrah thanked the male nurse that guided them to a different set of elevators. “Sorry about the inconvenience, but the contractors have started roping off the front area of the office,” he explained.

      “It’s fine,” Farrah reassured.

      Farrah smiled as she stood next to Robert waiting for the doors to open. “That was—”

      “Intense is what that was,” Robert supplied as he reached and pushed the down button.

      “Yes, it was,” Farrah agreed, pulling out a compact and flipping it open to check her reflection.

      Robert’s voice was a sultry whisper as he said, “You look beautiful...as always.”

      “Thank you,” Farrah said, smiling up at him. “At least my eyes aren’t swollen from all that crying. I didn’t know that I would feel that way.”

      “They looked very calm, too,” Robert said and this time his tone had shifted to shock. “I’m not sure how I’d be able to handle such a surprise.”

      “It wasn’t that much of a surprise,” Farrah explained. “We’ve always known that it was a possibility that one or all of us could have multiple babies at once. Francine just happens to be the first to prove that theory correct.”

      “Twins...wow,” Robert said as a sudden vibration of his phone snatched his attention.

      Farrah locked in on Robert’s profile and commanding presence. An image of two tiny babies, both with crystal-blue eyes, one with jet-black curly hair and the other sandy brown with blond highlights, flashed into Farrah’s mind.

      Vegas. Marriage. Divorce. Life without Robert...uncharted territory. Farrah knew Robert wasn’t a long-term, forever type of guy—his history proved that—so why was she imagining what their future kids could look like? Suddenly, for no reason she could explain, her heart ached.

Chapter 3

      “Everything’s set for our trip,” Robert said, hitting the send button on his cell phone after replying to his assistant’s text message. He reached and hit the elevator call button.

      “Good, I have a couple of things to wrap up before we leave for New York,” Farrah explained.

      “You don’t have to go with me, you know. I’m sure we’ll just be chasing another dead end. Alexia covered her tracks well.” Robert turned to face Farrah and jammed his hands in his pockets to keep from reaching out and smoothing her hair away from her beautiful face.

      Alexia Gray, a former employee of Blake & Montgomery, had been hired as a senior-level attorney for their corporate legal team. Through a complaint, Robert discovered that Alexia had made several attempts to blackmail their clients with the same information that they’d been hired to protect. She was arrested and currently sat in the county jail awaiting trial on multiple charges. However, before she was caught, Alexia had been hired to alter key design schematics that made it appear that Robert’s ideas and designs weren’t his own—an alteration that appeared to substantiate

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