LOGINKAEL'S POV Vanessa Cole smiled at my fiancée like she had not just tried to poison our baby twelve hours ago. I moved before I thought, putting my body between Harlow and the door, the call button cord still wrapped around my fist."Get out," I said.Vanessa held up both hands, palms out, innocent. The volunteer badge on her blue dress said LINDA. "Relax, Kael. I am unarmed. I just want to talk.""You posted bail three hours ago," I said. "You broke into a maternity lockdown ward with a fake badge. That is stalking.""I walked in," Vanessa said, sweet. "Security is very sweet when you cry. I told them I was Harlow's sister." She looked past my shoulder. "Hi, honey. You look terrible. Pregnancy suits you though."Harlow's fingers dug into the back of my shirt. "What do you want, Vanessa.""Same thing I have always wanted," Vanessa said. "What is mine. You. The company. The name. My father should have had all of it twenty five years ago before Julian put a car around a tree and called
HARLOW'S POV The lights died and Kael's hand found my throat in the dark, not to hurt me, to keep me quiet. His mouth was at my ear before I could scream."Do not move," he breathed. "Do not make a sound."The monitor was dead too. No beeping. No green glow. Just black and the sound of my own heart hammering against my ribs.Somewhere down the hall a woman screamed. A baby cried. Shoes squeaked fast on linoleum."Kael," I whispered against his palm."Shh." His thumb stroked once over my pulse. "I have you."The emergency lights clicked on, low red, ugly. Enough to see his face inches from mine, jaw locked, eyes hard. He had something in his other hand. The call button cord Martinez had ripped out of the wall. He had wrapped it around his fist like a weapon.The room door was still shut. Locked."Mr. Hawthorne," the guard called through the intercom, voice staticky. "Generator kicked. We have thirty seconds till backup. Stay put."Kael did not answer. He did not move off me either. Hi
KAEL'S POV My best friend punched his son in front of my pregnant fiancée and all I could think about was getting Harlow's heart rate down. The monitor screamed loud enough to shake the walls and Martinez came through the door with security right behind her."Out," Martinez shouted. "Everybody out. Now."Julian stood over Marcus with his fist still clenched. Marcus was on the floor holding his jaw, blood on his lip."Do not touch him again," Harlow said from the bed. Her voice was thin but sharp.The monitor kept climbing. One forty. One fifty. Martinez shoved the oxygen mask over Harlow's face."Look at me, honey," Martinez said. "Breathe with me."Harlow's eyes found mine over the mask. I went to her, pushed past Julian, took her hand. Her fingers were ice."I am here," I said. "Right here."She squeezed once. The numbers started to fall. One forty five. One twenty. Ninety eight.Martinez exhaled. "Good.""Harlow, I am sorry," Marcus mumbled through a swelling lip. "Silas found me
HARLOW'S POV The phone kept ringing and I told Kael to let it ring and watch me flatline instead. I meant it. If he picked up that call and Silas hurt him because of me, I would never forgive myself, and I would never forgive my father either.Kael looked at me, then at Sage holding the screaming phone, then at Martinez trying to shove the oxygen mask back over my face. The monitor would not shut up. Thump thump thump, fast and wild."Answer it," Martinez snapped at Sage. "Or turn it off. You are spiking her heart rate.""It is Julian," Sage said. Her hand shook. "What do I do.""Give it to me," Kael said."No," I said. I ripped the mask off again. "Do not you dare.""Harlow, breathe," Martinez said.I breathed because the baby needed it. Kael took the phone from Sage anyway. He did not answer right away. He stared at the screen where my father's name flashed. Julian Vance.The ringing stopped. A text popped up on Sage's lock screen. I saw it upside down.PICK UP OR SHE DIES IN THAT
KAEL'S POV The cop asked me if I wanted to press charges while my fiancée still had my taste on her mouth. I said yes. Then I asked him to get out of my hospital room so I could clean her up properly.Martinez did not leave. She crossed her arms and stared at the monitor like it had personally offended her. "Mr. Hawthorne, her heart rate was one forty.""She was scared," I said.Harlow made a small choking sound from the bed. I did not look at her. If I looked at her I would smile, and smiling right now would get me thrown out."Scared," Martinez repeated. "Right. Scared. That is what we are calling it.""Are you going to arrest me for kissing my wife," I asked."Fiancée," Harlow corrected, quiet."Same thing," I said.Martinez pointed at the IV pole. "That girl, Riley, or Vanessa, or whoever she is, was caught with a bag of pitocin in her pocket. You know what that does to a twenty week high risk pregnancy."My hands went cold. "No.""It induces labor," Harlow whispered. "It would h
HARLOW'S POV The envelope was still on the bedside table when I decided to lie to Kael about the cramping. I watched his face in the dim hospital light and I knew if I told him I felt fine he would leave to hunt down whoever left it."You went quiet," Kael said. His thumb kept tracing circles over my knuckles. "Talk to me."I swallowed. My throat was dry from the sedatives. "It hurts again. Low. Like before."It did not. The pain was gone. The baby was safe. The monitor beside me kept thumping out that fast little heartbeat and I clung to that sound like a rope. But Kael needed a reason to stay in that chair, and I needed him in that chair more than I needed to be honest.His whole body locked up. "Where. Show me."He was already reaching for the call button. I caught his wrist. "No. Do not call them yet. It is not bad. It just aches.""Harlow." His voice went low the way it did when he was trying not to scare me. "You do not get to decide what is bad. The doctor said any stress.""I
HARLOW'S POV I did not sleep on Saturday night.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw my father's face. The way he would look at me when he found out. The disappointment. The anger. The betrayal.Kael held me. His arms were warm. His chest was steady. But even he could not calm the storm inside me."
HARLOW'S POV The Grindstone was crowded for a Wednesday afternoon. I squeezed into the corner booth beside Sage, who immediately grabbed my arm."You told your mother," she said."I told my mother.""And she did not kill him?""She threatened to break his legs. But no, she did not kill him."Iris
HARLOW'S POV Moving into Kael's penthouse took three days.Not because I had a lot of things. I did not. A few boxes of clothes. Some books. The stuffed animals from my childhood bed. But every time I tried to pack, I got distracted. By his hands on my waist. By his mouth on my neck. By the way he
HARLOW'S POV I woke up alone on the couch in Kael's office.A blanket was tucked around my shoulders. A glass of water sat on the side table. His suit jacket was draped over the back of the chair where he had been sitting.But he was gone.I sat up and looked at the clock on his desk. Almost noon.







