“Are you done?”
Only when someone cleared their throat behind her did Noémie realize she wasn’t alone.
Her hands froze. Her throat went dry. Her heartbeat pounded like a gong. He was standing right behind her, wasn’t he? Dammit, Vincent. She wasn’t ready to face him yet. Was it fun for him to make her miserable?
Swallowing down the crawling hesitation, Noémie closed her eyes and took deep, steadying breaths, hoping to soothe the tempest inside her—to organize her thoughts and act rationally.
She had to remember that the man standing behind her was the reason her life was anything but normal.
That he had taken advantage of her when she was at her most vulnerable.
He wasn’t the same man she had once respected. He was a devil who had destroyed her. Tainted her. And now, with his baby
