**Kyra**
I didn't know what to wear to dinner with the man whose DNA was now growing inside me. The man I didn't pick, didn't even know, yet here I was, in a simple off shoulder black dress and sneakers, walking into a quiet upscale restaurant and spotting him immediately.
Zaire Cruz stood near the host stand, his black button up tucked into fitted slacks, wristwatch catching the light, and just enough stubble to make it annoying how good he looked.
I took a breath.
"Kyra," he said when he saw me, giving a polite nod.
"Fancy," I replied, glancing around. "You own this place too?"
"Nah," he said with a shrug. "But I built their reservation app."
Of course he did.
We were seated in a private booth, dimly lit, tucked away from the rest of the crowd. It was quiet enough for conversat
