She told him the truth — all of it. Standing in the doorway of her suite with the sonogram printout between them, she told Kane that she was eight weeks pregnant, that the baby was Damian's, that she'd known since the night she walked out, and that she had been figuring out how to carry it alone because alone had felt like the only safe option left.
Kane listened. He did not interrupt. He did not flinch. He stood in the doorway with the paper in his hand and his eyes on her face and when she finished he was quiet for a long moment — the kind of quiet that meant he was actually thinking, not just waiting for his turn to speak.
"The fake engagement complicates this," he said finally.
"I know."
"The press will do the math when you start to show."
"I know that too." She met his eyes. "If
