In the hushed stillness of the morning after, Harriet's mind raced with a tumult of thoughts. It seemed she had brazenly made her move on Yarden, it seemed. Good heavens! She had planned to build a rapport with Yarden, to let understanding bloom before any intimacy could take root. Yet, here they were, progress doubled by the influence of a d**g.
And then, a chilling realization struck her. Harriet's eyes widened in alarm. 'What about the baby?' she wondered aloud. 'Could the child be harmed by the medication?'
Yarden observed her shifting expressions, the warmth in his eyes fading as his tongue traced over his inner teeth.
"Cat got your tongue?" he inquired, his voice a deep, resonant chuckle.
Harriet focused on Yarden's face, her fingers nervously bunching the sheet corner. "Mr.
