Nadia Wolf, continued.
Somewhere in the Las Vegas airport . . .
Nadia ran from the plane and into the women’s restroom. She had been queasy since the plane had taken off, but the landing was what clinched it for her. She was most definitely pregnant. She wretched into the toilet, feeling as though even her toes were purging.
After a moment, making sure she wouldn’t lose a second stomach’s worth of food, she stood and hurried to a sink. Nadia rinsed out her mouth and splashed water on her face, cursing when she realized there were no paper towels, only a hand dryer.
With a sigh, she mopped her face with the hem of her shirt and walked back out to find Caleb waiting for her. His brow was etched with worry.
“Are you okay, kitten?”
“I’ve been better.”
“The flight must have upset your st
