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didn’t know what more to say. “Well,” he began awkwardly. “It was nice seeing you again, Gabrielle.” He turned, preparing to rejoin Amir across the office, when a low, hushed admission reached him.
    “It’s yours.”
    Sebastian whirled so fast he almost gave himself whiplash, staring down at her incredulously. “ Pardon me?”
    “It’s yours.” Despite the words Gabrielle spoke, her expression was neither ecstatic nor conniving. Quite the opposite, actually. She looked as though she’d just been served a death sentence. “Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen.”
    “It was only three weeks ago.” The words left him in a hoarse tone. “Impossible. How could you know?”
    "Well, apparently,” Gabrielle began, her words on the edge of desolation, “I am super sensitive to the hormone change in my body, so I’m having particularly bad symptoms. That tipped them off.”
    Sebastian was still shaking his head, in a state of shock. “We were protected. You swore to me.”
    “I know, I know!” Gabrielle threw her hands up hopelessly as her voice rose in dismay. “I was on the pill but it didn’t work – for some ungodly reason!”
    “Bloody hell.” The words left him in a rush. “Bloody fucking hell.” He rarely ever cursed, but he thought this situation certainly called for it. “How do you even know it’s mine?”
    Gabrielle’s expression turned from dismay to outrage in the space of two seconds.
“Excuse me?” She was loud enough for the entire office to hear now. “I know it’s yours because you’re the only man I’ve let near me in the past year!”
    He held his hands up, his own ire beginning to rise. “Alright, let’s calm down here.” This was a bit much to take in. He supposed he could demand a paternity test if he needed to, but somehow, he didn’t think Gabrielle was lying. He was beginning to get the distinct impression that she didn’t often indulge in one night flings.
    “Calm down? You basically just implied that I’m a whore!”
    “Is everything alright here, sir?” Of course, Amir chose that moment to make his presence known. Gabby took one look at him, complete with his dark glasses and immaculate black suit, and screeched.
    “Who the hell is this? Double O Seven?”
    Sebastian groaned inwardly. This was very quickly getting out of hand. “This is Amir. He’s the head of my security. Amir, this is Gabby.” Amir gave the enraged woman a quick once over, before nodding his head respectfully, ever unruffled.
    “Charmed, madam.”
    “Head of security? Why do you need a head of security? Who are you, the Sheik of Malakesh?”
    Too late, he realized the slip that would give him away, and he knew he couldn’t count on Amir to keep his mouth shut. True to form, the dark-skinned man did no such thing. “He’s no Sheik. He’s Sebastian Hunter III, Earl of Raithwithe and Marquee of Evansford.”
    For a moment, absolute silence reigned in the office. Nearly everyone present, including the receptionist and pharmacist, was watching the episode with rapt attention. Sebastian wanted nothing more than to punch the nearest wall – or perhaps even Amir’s smug face. Tristan, having already known this information, still had his face buried in his hands Gabrielle merely gaped at him, her expression disbelieving.
    It was a moment before she found the power of speech. “He’s joking. Tell me he’s joking, Sebastian.”
    The cad in him wanted to lie, but he knew that at this point, that would be tantamount to suicide. “He’s not.”
    Gabrielle looked from him to Amir, and then back again. If she’d been pale before, now she was absolutely white. Quite frankly, Sebastian expected her to start spouting demands for the child while simultaneously flying off the handle completely. Instead, the young woman merely shook her head slowly. “No. No .” The gray eyes that met Sebastian’s were rife with fear disbelief. “ Hell no.” With that, she grabbed the