Chapter Twelve

"What was the cause of this miscarriage?" he asked.

Laying naked while he asked questions was not at all a comfortable position, but what was more puzzling was this anticipation in me. He had said he was not planning to go ‘soft’, and this treacherous part of me wondered what would have happened if I never brought up the issue of the miscarriage—

"I cannot tell you that."

"I will find out either way."

"Well, good luck with that," I said. I couldn't imagine Ryker telling the truth to anyone that he was the cause of the loss of our child.

"Then maybe a little fun," he says as he loosens his tie, taking it off, and then his suit.

I inhaled sharply. He had broad shoulders, and even through the black long-sleeve shirt he wore, I could see his thick build—the flex of his muscle—with each movement he made, and my eyes trailed down. I looked away quickly, blushing red.

He walked forward, taking both my hands.

"What are you doing?" I asked, but to this he gave no response. He held my hands aga