Dante Vitali knew he shouldn't be here, he'd been warned time and time again about the consequences of being discovered even near the property, but as usual, his stubborn refusal to give up had gotten him this far. He glanced through the windshield, his watchful eyes peering up at the enormous mansion that forbade him to enter.
Too bad. Emily Bowen-Quartermaine was going to have his child and that was something Zander Smith and her family couldn't ignore or forbid. Dante glanced at his watch anxiously, she'd given him her suitcases but had forgotten her treasured journal and had returned to the home, unable to leave it behind. Finally she emerged from the shadows, breathless, clutching the book to her chest as she jogged towards him. Rushing up to meet her, he took her in his arms, brushing her cheek gently. "Are you sure? We don't have to run."
Serenity exuded from her as she smiled calmly. "This is what I need, what we all need. Time apart is good for the soul." Rubbing her still flat stomach, her smile widened. "Besides, no guts, no glory right?"