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Lexi stared at me for a long time with disbelief, and what I’m desperate to believe was hope, in her gaze. Finally, she shook her head. “Don’t tell me Tristan talked you into going along with his crazy plan. Why would you do that?”
“It’s not his plan. It’s mine.” Okay, that was stretching the truth, but I would have come up with this idea, if I had thought it was even within the realm of possibility. I wasn’t about to let Tristan take credit for it––especially now that it seemed like there was a sliver of a chance it might work out.
Lexi’s mouth was hanging open. “Why would you be willing to take all of this on?” The camera only gave me a view of her head and shoulders, but she used her hand to point down to her belly anyway.
My throat was suddenly parched. I swallowed loudly. This
