Everyone’s heard.
I’m the nanny who married her boss in less than two days.
“Thanks,” I managed, my smile feeling plastic.
“And Megan!” Winnie came around the desk. “How’s my favorite patient?”
“Cate’s my mommy now!” Megan announced proudly.
Mommy.
I’m a MOMMY
How could I be a mommy? I still had a mommy!
“I know!” Winnie grinned. “That’s so exciting!”
“We’re a family now,” Megan continued, oblivious to my internal crisis. “Daddy says families stick together.”
Oh my God.
She’s so happy.
She’s so happy, and this is all fake, and what happens when the custody battle is over, and we—“Cate.” Gabriel’s hand found mine, squeezing gently. “Come with me. I need to grab those files from my office.”
His office.
Right.
Files.
We left Megan with Winnie, who immediately started showing her the new stickers they’d gotten in, and headed down the hallway.
Gabriel’s office was at the end. Private and quiet, with a door that locked.
I should have known. Because the moment we were inside, he locked the door and pulled me against him.
“Gabriel,” I started, but he was already kissing me, his hands sliding into my hair.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he murmured against my mouth. “Watching you in our house. Watching you with Megan. Watching you be my wife.”
Wife.
There’s that word again. The word that makes everything feel real and terrifying and impossibly complicated.
“We can’t,” I gasped. “Megan’s right outside. Winnie’s—”
“Winnie knows not to disturb me when my door’s locked.” His mouth moved to my neck. “And Megan’s distracted.”
“This is insane.”
“Probably.”
“We’re in your office. At your workplace. Where you’re a respected pediatric surgeon.”
“I’m aware.” His hands slid under my shirt, and I shivered. “Does that bother you?”
Yes.
