“Let's settle this now Louisa,” Kingsley starts, his voice bitter and colder than she'd ever heard it.

He hesitates, just outside the threshold of the hallway, facing her squarely.

His intent gaze seems to bore into her soul and Louisa wonders what the hell is going on.

“I'll ask you again, who is your son's father?”

Louisa's palms become clammy and her breath hitch as she realizes that Kingsley still has doubts about her son's paternity.

She knew the moment he found out that Liam is her son that things would become hectic, because, for a fact, the odds are actually high.

Knowing he is four years old and also...