Chapter 44

• Travis looked at Freya and felt something pierce his chest. Her words were lost to him for a second in the glare from those blue eyes. She looked so young, so stunning. Her neck was long and graceful, her skin so pale he could see the delicate veins underneath. The dress hugged and emphasised every curve, fitting her better now than it had years ago. His eyes dropped down over the swell of her breasts and her words resounded within him: I’m the mother of your child.
• Moments ago, when he’d reached out to pull her to him and introduce her, he’d felt a second of blind panic. The realisation had been immediate and stark:
• he’d just introduced his peers to Freya and when the news emerged of his son, and that she was his mother, they would assume that they were together. And that thought wasn’t making him want to flee.