**Megan’s POV**

“Megan, talk to me,” Alexander said, his voice low, following me into the mansion’s foyer, the chandelier glowing dimly, his steps close behind.

His tone was soft, flirty but strained, like he was fishing for what I knew, his eyes sharp after our weird drive home, both of us hiding, my knowledge of the baby being a girl burning in my chest.

“I’m fine,” I said, my voice flat, brushing past him, my heels clicking on the marble, my bag heavy on my shoulder. I ...