"If you expose me, I'll cling to your arm and announce I'm pregnant with your child! I'll tell everyone you're a heartless jerk forcing me into an abortion!" Isla whispered against his arm, gripping tight with both hands, expression fierce despite the borderline-comical threat.
Grayson: "..."
The guard who'd reached for her shoulder got his hand shoved away.
An older, more experienced guard shook his head at his colleague. "That's a heavy hitter," he muttered, and both wisely backed off.
Hearing them retreat, Isla shot a discreet glance backward, confirming the coast was clear.
Escaped. Barely.
"Isla, I have genuinely never met a woman as reckless as you." Grayson's voice landed cold and heavy, laced with real irritation.
"I'll consider that an honor broadening your worldview, Mr. V
