Chloe "escaped" into the bathroom, the steam of the shower a poor shield against her racing thoughts. Behind her, Xavier’s lips curled into a cold, derisive smirk as he turned and strode out of the suite.
When Chloe finally emerged, the bedroom was empty. Both the man and the boy were gone. Panic flared for a fleeting second before she found them in the nursery. Liam Jr. was leaning over the crib, staring at little Maya with a look of absolute, frozen fascination.
Chloe crept closer and stifled a laugh. The baby had instinctively grabbed the boy’s index finger and was suckling on it with rhythmic, infant greed. Liam Jr.’s face turned a bright, embarrassed red the moment he saw Chloe, and he tried to pull his hand away.
Predictably, the moment the "pacifier" vanished, Maya let out a pier
