I Was in Active Labor When My Husband Chose a Fishing Trip. The Call He Made After Changed Everything.

of his utility belt.

The cold, heavy sound of steel unlatching from a leather pouch echoed clearly in the space between them.

“Mark Davis,” Michael said softly, the handcuffs glinting under the harsh department store lights. “Put your hands behind your back.”

CHAPTER 3

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