She wasn’t even aware that he’d moved until his hand clamped down around her wrist. His expression never changed. “You’re not going anywhere until you tell me what’s going on. What about a baby? Whose baby?”
Evie didn’t bother to struggle, instead she faced him square on. “Her name is Juliette, and I’m adopting her. Her mother is—was—my roommate. Don’t worry, Adam, she’s not your responsibility. Nothing is going to stand in the way of your career.”
“Wait a minute. Did you say her mother was…”?
“Yes.” Evie made a point of looking down at her wrist, not only because she wanted him to let go, she also knew she couldn’t look him in the face—not now, not with what she had to say next. “Her name was Marlene Hitchcock,” she said softly. “Marlene’s dead.”
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