The penthouse was silent, the kind of heavy, expensive quiet that only existed eighty floors above the city.
It was past midnight. The laser grid in the living room was armed, the kids were fast asleep in the newly secured east wing, and Maya was wide awake, staring at the ceiling of the master bedroom.
She rolled over, the cool silk sheets sliding against her bare skin. The space beside her was empty, the mattress completely cold. Julian was still in his office.
For the past three days, Julian had been operating on pure adrenaline and protective instinct. He had hired a new security detail, interviewed six pediatricians, and ordered a background check on the entire building staff. He was treating her pregnancy like a hostile corporate takeover. It was incredibly sweet, but it was also
