As Honey closed the office door behind them, Grayson immediately pulled her into his arms, breathing her in, and reaching past her to lock the door. The façade of professionalism dropped as soon as they were alone.

"It's over," he murmured against her hair. "Morgan doesn't have any hold over me."

Honey leaned back to search his face. "Tell me."

Grayson led her to the couch in the corner of his office, keeping her hand in his as they sat. "She was never pregnant. She bribed Dr. Russo…fifty ...