A dozen faces whirled toward the entrance. Men in tailored charcoal suits paused mid-sentence over financial ledgers. A senior partner near the window lowered her pen. Dominic’s lead attorney froze with his hand resting on a thick manila folder.
And then Dominic looked up.
For a fraction of a second, his expression flared with pure annoyance. Then his gaze drifted downward to Lily.
The irritation completely evaporated from his face. His expression shifted so violently that the entire room seemed to hold its collective breath. He stared transfixed at the infant in my arms, then back up at my face, as if his hyper-analytical brain was actively trying to reject the data his eyes were providing.
I stepped inside the boardroom, letting the heavy doors click shut behind me.
“Hello, Dominic,” I said, my voice cutting through the silence.
He couldn’t answer. His eyes remained absolutely locked on Lily.
