~Jennie’s~

“You always think you’re the exception, O’Neal. But you’re not.”

His voice cripples me for a second, but not as effectively as the words that accompany it.

I stand in the middle of the study with the folder pressed against my chest, and I swear I feel it—his words gutting me clean through.

All I wanted was to help. Just present a few ideas for the acquisition. Something smart. Something strong. Something that showed I was more than a swollen belly and a name on a company marriage record.

But he is not even pretending today.

Reo is leaning back in the leather chair like he owns gravity itself....