Roman watched Zelda storm out of his office in her tight black dress and high heels, both items completely inappropriate for taking care of an eleven-pound active baby in her arms.
But what did Roman know? He didn’t have kids, and she had three, so obviously she knew what was appropriate to wear while she went around with her child. However, Roman wasn’t a fool, and he knew why she had dressed like she was going down to the club for a night of fun.
For a fleeting moment, Roman felt a weight lift from his shoulders, a sense of relief washing over him as he realized he had narrowly dodged a bullet. But then the dark cloud over his head darkened and pressed down on Roman’s chest, constricting his breathing.
Forgetting everything to do with Zelda and lowering his gaze to the desk, Roman ret
