Running into Ace in Boston was a shock. I didn’t know he was back from Kuwait. When I came home from my position as an overseas correspondent, I’d expected I’d never see him again.
And that was the way I’d wanted things to be. After all, I couldn’t let him know about my daughter.
Our daughter.
I couldn’t help my feelings for him, though. I’d always been drawn to him.
But he had never wanted children. I had to respect that.
But he wasn’t the same man I’d met in Kuwait, and I wasn’t the same woman either.
I knew sooner or later he would find out my secret and sh*t would hit the fan.