The new contract. The baby clause.
The thought alone gives me hives. I get a concerned look from a passing intern, so I duck into the nearest restroom and splash some cold water on my neck.
I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t already been considering Ruslan’s new contract. Especially after the conversation we had on Sienna’s would-be birthday. It was a lot, though, and the thought of something that big, that permanent, was terrifying enough for me to throw up an instinctive, automatic Hell, no.
But now?
Now, I have another reason to consider it. A bigger, more important reason. Now, it’s not about personal choice—we’re talking necessity. We’re talking survival.
And in the deepest recesses of my mind, where all my darkest secrets lie hidden away, one thought tunnels through to my conscious
