“No one will be looking at me with Bee in the room,” I say with an anxiousgulp. “I’ll be invisible.”
I freeze when he reaches out without warning and drags a single fingertipover my stomach. I wish so badly I could slap it away; self-preservation isthe only reason I stay my hand. “You and Bee aren’t far apart at all, areyou?”
“How interesting that you will have your babies within weeks, perhaps evendays, of one another.”
I shrug. “This isn’t my baby. I’m a surrogate, remember?”
“Oh, I do remember. I remember everything.” His voice ripples withwarning. Then, in a sudden blur of motion, he snatches my upper arm andpulls me back towards his unnaturally white teeth. “I’m gonna find the truthsooner or later, little bird. And when I do, there will be hell to pay.”
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