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his phone or changed his number.
    Or he might just laugh it off. He’d probably think she’d sent it by error or something. They’d been so careful, always using birth control. He would think it was a prank, a bad one, but prank nonetheless.
    Weren’t there dozens of reason why she shouldn’t be with him anyway, even if London hadn’t been in the picture? He was too handsome, too sexy, too good in bed, too popular, too rich and too likely to influence her career. But most importantly, he was too likely to break her heart. She knew herself. If she stayed with him for too long, she’d fall for him and nothing—not even love—was enough to make relationships last.
    She looked at the water streaming down her windshield. The rain would let up at some point. When it was light enough for her to drive again, she’d either make her way to the airport or check into a nearby hotel.
    Whichever was safer.
    * * *
    Justin smiled at London. She’d been chattering about shoes for the last half-hour. She had to be an alien whose mind and logic defied human understanding. What else could explain her obsessive desire to talk about leather used to make shoes in Italy?
    The lobster bisque was unexpectedly excellent and provided great distraction from the monologue. Rain ran down the windows in rivulets, and he took a brief glance at the wet pavement. Was Vanessa going to be okay driving to the airport? She was a prototypical Californian—the most inclement weather she could stand was cloudy.
    “So what do you think?” London asked, jerking his attention back.
    He managed a smile. “I think it’s great.” A great non-answer , guilt needled him. He shouldn’t care about Vanessa’s driving in the rain. What she did wasn’t any of his concern. He was on a date with a woman who actually liked having a relationship with him, and she didn’t slice away a bit of his heart every time they met. But somehow his mind rebelled at being in the restaurant, and he controlled his breathing. Vanessa was like a bottle of booze to a recovering alcoholic. One sip and he was done for.
    When his phone buzzed in his pocket, he excused himself to check it. Anything to delay London from launching into the merits of stilettos.
    His mood grew as dark as the weather outside when he noticed a text from Vanessa. He should delete it. It was probably something that would upset him. Or tempt him.
    But he recalled her pallor. She’d looked absolutely wretched and tired, and he’d never seen her like that. Was her parents’ divorce weighing her down? She was close to her mother, and he knew the situation with her parents had always bothered her. Even though their marriage had been a joke of cosmic proportions, everyone had assumed Salazar and Ceinlys Pryce would always stay married to each other.
    Cursing himself, he thumbed the screen. Then blinked.
    I’m pregnant .
    His heart thumped, and the words jumbled in his mind. It couldn’t be…
    He stared at the text again, willing it to make sense. But no. It was still the same two words.
    His body went slack. Now he understood why she’d been at his place. She probably wanted to talk about the baby. He remembered how she’d smiled her lawyer smile at London and climbed into her car as soon as possible without appearing rude. What else could she have done with the other woman there?
    Closing his eyes, he let out a soft sigh. So many thoughts tumbled through his mind, but one thing was clear. He couldn’t let her go now.
    “London, I’m sorry, but it’s an emergency. Do you mind?”
    “No, not at all,” she said. “Business?”
    “Something like that. I’ll call you a car.”
    “You’re so sweet.” She smiled at him, her eyes semi-vacant now that they were no longer talking about shoes. “Thanks.”
    Her simple understanding made him feel lower than dirt. She might not be the most brilliant or interesting woman he knew, but she was one of the sweetest. He couldn’t continue to sit with her and