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“I want you to move in with me, up until the baby is born. I want to be aroundyou, to watch over you. To know I’m taking the best possible care of you.”

I pause for a few seconds, my heart deflating in my chest.

Everything he’s saying soundsperfect. It sounds like an answer to all the questions I have buried deep within me. He wants me around, and he wants to take care of me. I would never have to feel the paralyzing fear or loneliness I felt this morning when I woke up to pain.

But I replay back his first sentence.

Up until the baby is born.

He isreally concerned about the baby. And from the moment our child is born, I’m going to have to move out.

Our cordial relationship over the last month was already working hard at pulling down the walls I’d built against Brandon Stawarski over the years. If I move in with him, I will be lost.I would get used to him being around me, him taking care of me, us having sex.

I would get used to him as a presence in my life.

And then, when our baby arrives, I would go back to being without him. The way I’d lived my life for the last few years.

The way I’d been certain I wanted to be before Brandon stepped into my life.

I’m suddenly aware of my nakedness. Feeling almost embarrassed, I reach for my dress and put it on.

“Georgina,” Bran says. It’s a question. He’s waiting for a response.

“No,” I say almost immediately.

I expect his eyes to fill with rage or anger, but they don’t.

He looks confused. Hurt.

I look away from him, not wanting to see more than I have. “Things are complicated between us as it is,” I say, slipping off the counter. “We don’t need to make it even more complicated by moving in together for seven months. We should focus on the baby. Only the baby.”

Only the baby.My words sound like lies even to my own ears.

But Brandon seems to buy it.

“Fine,” he says, no atom of argument in his voice.

He agrees with my decision,I realize with a confusing mix of surprise and hurt.

For the first time since I met him, I almost,almost,want to lose an argument to Brandon Stawarski.

CHAPTER24

BRAN

“You have got to be kidding me.”

I look up at Theodore. He’s dressed in an immaculate white suit, looking very much like an angel politician. Today is his last press tour before the election, which comes up in two days.

Finally,I think.

Another forty-eight hours and allof this will be over. And then, I can go back to…

I rise to my feet, realizing I’m not exactly sure of whatI’ll be going back to. Of what exciting thing is next after all the mess the election has caused.

“Brandon,” Theodore calls out of nowhere.

I raise my brows. “I’m dressed exactly the way Payne asked me to, aren’t I?” He had suggested I wear a black suit, allowing my brother to draw all the attention.

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