At 9:47 AM, a sleek black town car pulled up to the curb. The back door opened, and Morgan stepped out, immaculately dressed in a cream-colored suit, oversized sunglasses hiding half her face despite the overcast day.

"Right on schedule," Nate murmured.

Grayson watched as Morgan said something to the driver before turning toward the clinic entrance. She paused, looking around as if sensing she was being watched, then disappeared inside.

"Now we wait," Nate said, settling back in his ...