Joanne hesitated for half a second before masking her shock with a yawn. "Mr. Grey, what are you doing here?"
Zane didn't answer. He stepped inside wordlessly, shutting the door behind him.
Drowsiness nearly made her sway, but his arm shot out, catching her by the waist and pulling her firmly against his chest.
"Time to settle your debt," he murmured.
Her mind went blank. Wide-eyed, she stared at him as memories came rushing back—painfully clear. It had been just over a month since the miscarriage. He'd warned her: she'd repay him with her body, available whenever he demanded. And now, here he was, chasing his debt across cities.
She let out a hollow laugh. "Mr. Grey, you're getting married tomorrow. This isn't appropriate."
He didn't respond. Instead, he captured her lips in a kiss.
