Lyla

My entire body went stiff at Javier’s words. Did I just hear him correctly or is my mind playing tricks on me?

“What… what do you mean ‘go back home to Spain with you’?”

Javier laughed softly, tracing his thumb over my bottom lip. There was an emotion in his eyes that I had a hard time coming to terms with recognizing—desire. He wanted me and apparently, he was going to use my baby as a means to get it. ...