The baby kicked again.
Grace smiled faintly.
“Apparently she has opinions.”
Declan looked at her stomach.
“She?”
Grace nodded.
“Ethan doesn’t know.”
Declan’s brows rose.
“You never told him?”
“I tried.”
“What happened?”
“He took a call.”
Declan said nothing.
Grace looked down at the old letter from her father.
“I stopped trying.”
Across the resort, Ethan entered the villa and found Vanessa packing.
Her red dress lay across the bed.
An open suitcase sat beside it.
She wore white pants and a black blouse now, her hair tied back.
Ethan slammed the door.
“What are you doing?”
“Leaving.”
“No.”
Vanessa did not stop folding clothes.
“Yes.”
“You knew.”
She looked at him.
“Knew what?”
“That Grace was working with Pierce.”
“I saw her when you did.”
“Don’t lie to me.”
Vanessa zipped one compartment.
“That’s rich.”
He crossed the room.
“You told me Harbor Crown was comfortable with the amended structure.”
