carried his child.
“Five.”
The color drained from his face.
Behind him, Vanessa stopped smiling.
That was when I knew.
She understood exactly what Liam’s age meant.
What she didn’t understand was why I was there.
Our reunion wasn’t an accident.
I had accepted the invitation to the yacht because its owner, billionaire investor Marcus Thorne, had recently hired my firm.
His investment company had a problem.
Millions of dollars were disappearing.
And by the end of that evening, Marcus planned to expose who had been taking them.
Vanessa thought
