CHAPTER 71

Carlos sat in silence long after the door closed, the echo of Kate’s footsteps fading down the hall. His fingers tapped against the desk steadily, his expression unreadable.

He knew something was off at how Kate behaved but he couldn't figure it out.

She had played her part well — too well. The tremble in her voice, the wounded act, the way she had shielded her stomach like a woman protecting more than a child. It was convincing.

He was never going to give in completely. He ...