Too carefully.
Lily woke fully as Emma settled her against her hip, rubbing her back and murmuring nonsense into her curls. Roman watched the whole thing with an expression so unreadable it unsettled Emma more than his anger had.
Emma took a bottle from the diaper bag and fed Lily on the sofa. The baby drank sleepily, one hand opening and closing against Emma’s collar.
Roman moved to his desk, but he did not sit. He picked up the phone again.
“Find Dominic,” he said. “Now.”
Emma looked up.
Roman hung up before she could ask.
“Who’s Dominic?”
“My cousin.”
“Is he dangerous?”
Roman’s mouth twitched faintly. “Everyone in my family is dangerous. Dominic is useful.”
“That doesn’t comfort me.”
“It wasn’t meant to.”
Despite herself, Emma felt the corner of her mouth move.
The almost-smile vanished when the office door opened.
The man who entered was lean, sharp-eyed, and dressed like he had walked out of a wedding and into a knife fight. His hair was slicked back, his tie loosened, his expression amused until he saw Emma and the baby.
Then his face changed.
Not much.
But enough.
“Roman,” he said slowly. “Tell me that isn’t what I think it is.”
