The intensity of the saturated greens surrounding her was almost surreal, compliments of the year-round rainfall. The house was massive, its bulk partially concealed by towering fir trees. She couldn’t play ostrich on this one, no matter how much she might like to. From every angle until she was certain she had no choice but to come here and see the father of her baby, despite the fact that she wanted to bury her head in a hole and pretend the whole thing had never happened. She really didn’t know Max Rossi she had no assurance he wouldn’t harm her in some way.
The iron monstrosities swung forward and Alison pulled the car through, her stomach now seriously protesting. Park your car at the front.” He walked to the gate and keyed in a code. He spoke rapidly in a foreign language, Italian, she guessed, before hanging up and turning his attention back to her. The guard held up a hand, pulled a cell phone from his pocket and hit Speed Dial. “Are you lost, ma’am?” He sounded perfectly pleasant and polite, but she knew that his right hand, which looked as though it was resting on his hip and was partly concealed by his dark suit jacket, was likely gripping a gun. Her car wasn’t exactly a new, fully loaded model. He gestured for her to roll her window down and she complied, self-conscious of the crank handle that she had to use to perform the action. The guard, because that’s what he had to be, exited through a smaller pedestrian gate and walked toward her car, his expression grim. Was Max Rossi mafia or something? Who had security detail in the middle of nowhere in Washington State? Her eyes widened when she saw a man in a dark suit with security-issue sunglasses prowling the perimeter of the fence.
But it was clear that he was way out of her league, both financially and otherwise. She didn’t know a lot about this man, the father of her baby nothing really other than his name. The wrought-iron gates that partitioned the massive mansion from the rest of the world looked impenetrable. Worse still when you were about to tell a man he was going to be a father.Īlison put her car in Park and took a deep breath, almost relieved to discover a roadblock in her path. Morning sickness was the pits, and it was even worse when it lasted all day. “Oh, please don’t rebel on me now.” Alison Whitman put her hand over her stomach and tried to quell the rising nausea that was threatening her with immediate action if she didn’t get a hold of some saltine crackers or a bottle of ginger ale. Christmas with a Billionaire – Snowed in with Her Boss.A Hunger For the Forbidden/The Highest Price to Pay 2-in-1.
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