Nora Fatehi looked down at the soft little bundle in her arms. "Thank you for today. But I don't want this to happen again."
"There will be a next time." Caesor answered as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Nora Fatehi's face darkened again. "What exactly are you trying to do?"
Caesor said, "I already told you that night at Bishop Villa."
That night at Bishop Villa?
What had he told her?
Nora Fatehi tried to recall their conversation that night, but she'd been too drunk. Her memories were fuzzy—she could barely piece anything together. "I forgot. Say it again."
"Forgot?"
Caesor raised an eyebrow and said casually, "Then think back—seven years ago. What did you say to me?"
Seven years ago?
He'd been abroad back then. They hadn't even been in touch. What could she pos
