“Cary …” I couldn’t hold back the tear that slid down my cheek. She’s six weeks along, so it’s possible.” “Yeah, well, putting a sock on it isn’t guaranteed protection,” he said wearily, “and Tat doesn’t take the pill because she says it makes her break out and eat too much.” “Well, I shoved my dick in her and pushed it around-” “How the hell did she get pregnant?” Cary was religious about protecting himself, knowing damn well he lived a high-risk lifestyle. “I wish.” He pulled his hand away and scooped back the bangs that draped over one eye. The little restaurant was hopping, and the shouting of orders behind the counter and the clatter of trays and utensils made it hard to hear, but I’d caught the two words that fell out of Cary’s mouth as if he’d shouted them at me. “What?” I felt the blood drain from my face. I want you to be the foundation’s first spokesperson.” Not just for your input, but for your face. Create a foundation or something to decide how to use it in support of causes and charities we believe in. “I’ve been thinking that I’d like to put that money I’ve been sitting on to work. “I’m not talking about a handout,” I assured him. A man and a woman tried to squeeze between our table and the back of an occupied chair that was pushed too far out into the walkway, but I ignored them. “My apartment.” He stared at me, which made me even more nervous. Gideon says we can have whatever changes you want made to your apartment done at the same time.” “We’ll stay on the Upper West Side for a bit, while I make changes to the penthouse. The best of both worlds.” I rushed on, hoping to say something he’d latch on to. Your own space and entrance and view of Central Park. “Gideon’s penthouse has an adjacent one-bedroom apartment he doesn’t use.” I didn’t want him to cut me off before I put everything out there. He gripped my hand so tightly, my bones pressed together. I’m not ready to be without you yet, married or not.” “I know you can do something else, go somewhere else. I leaned forward again, holding out my hand for his. “And you still want me to live with you.” “Finally, a secret you let me in on.” His lips pursed for a few seconds. “But you’re the only one who knows that besides us.” “Yes.” I took a drink, needing to loosen the lump in my throat. “I just had to let it play out,” I finished lamely. ![]() Open to accusation as an accomplice after the fact.
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