Wailing, roaring, burning and hissing, leaping shadows, reckless in his rage, he hurtled down.
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She’d played a blinder. Sylvie had to acknowledge it. Of all the things she could have done to keep him, this was the ultimate. There was no defence against it. She had played the joker, and won the bonus points. He’d stick now. No question. She’d given him the thing he wanted most, and the only thing Sylvie couldn’t. He’d never walk away from this. Accidental pregnancy? No chance. The baby was a sure thing.