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“Excuse me?”

“Per the agreement,” he said, and stood up from behind the massive cherrywood desk in his office at the clinic he owned along with six other doctors He’d grown up in Sacramento, but a buddy of his from med school had first introduced hi med school, when he’d told him about a new fertility clinic there What made it unique was the lines it left open between donor and client The only way she’d have gotten his number was if the clinic had contacted her and told her that he’d requested to speak with her That’s hoorked Either party could request at any tireed to have at least a a conversation or other limited contact

What he’d give now to have never heard of the place

“What agreement?”

A hand in the pocket of his pants, Craig looked out toward the ocean beyond the cliff face across the street from his second-floor office and frowned “With the Parent Portal”

“I’h she’d been shoved fro

“I’ more concerned by the second More certain than ever that his need to connect with his biological offspring was valid

Her lack of response added to his unease “Ms Grace, are you okay?”

“I’ht from France Can I call you back?”

Without giving hi up

Leaving him with all of his questions, plus so h

His child wasn’t even born yet and he or she was already a world traveler He wasn’t sure he liked that idea

The father of your child The father of your child? What the hell? Oh, God, what the hell?

Carrying a large black purse filled with the remainders of her snacks and a bottle of water, her tablet and her smaller purse crammed in there, too, Amelia made it down the narrow aisle of the aircraft and out to a crowded gate