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the man. She’d felt the exact same way when she’d run out of the doctor’s office, her heart pounding with distress and confusion.
    He’d proved her wrong both times.
    Taking a deep breath, Gabby steeled herself. She hadn’t made it this far in life by running from her problems. When Tristan touched her arm in concern, she shrugged him off gently, turning to face the tall, breathtakingly masculine figure striding towards her. In the doctor’s office, she had lost her cool. While she might not be British nobility, it was time for her to show Sebastian that she could act with just as much poise as he could.
    “Sebastian.” It was no small matter to keep her voice neutral. Being confronted with the man only made her remember how good he was capable of making her feel.
    “Gabrielle, let me apologize.” He looked absolutely delicious, clad in a crisp navy suit that set off the color of his eyes. “I didn’t mean to imply anything…untoward.” Surprisingly, the sheepish expression on his face had her believing him.
    “Forget it.” She waved him off, trying to still the rising butterflies in her stomach. “It’s over. What’s done is done and you’ve got business to attend to, I’m sure.”
    His eyes widened slightly. “Just like that? What about…the child?”
    “I’m working on it. You don’t need to worry. I won’t be sending a request for child-support payments to the royal manor.” He winced at the sheer snark in her voice and she couldn’t say she was sorry to see it. Turning on her heel, she raised her hand to hail a cab, only to have the infuriating man catch it halfway.
    Gabby immediately jolted at the heat that shot through her at his touch. “Gabby, wait. I want to talk.”
    She eyed him in surprise. “What’s there to talk about?”
    Sebastian seemed to struggle for words for a moment before inhaling slowly. “Look, Gabrielle,” He ran his free hand through his raven locks, mussing them ever so slightly. “I know this may sound strange, but hear me out, please.”
    They were in the middle of a crowded New York sidewalk and he had a firm hold of her. She supposed if she wanted to make a scene, she could call on Tristan, but her interest was piqued by what he might say. When she made no move to rebuff him, he went on slowly. “I…I happen to be a member of a quite prestigious family in Britain, and I currently find myself in a position that we could both possibly benefit from.”
    Gabby blinked, slowly. “Go on.”
    “I’ve been under a lot of pressure lately. From my family, the media and the political body itself to…to marry and produce an heir. I’m close to forty and there’s no insurance for the legacy of my family. I’m the only son.”
    She still hadn’t the faintest what this had to do with her. “If we could come to some sort of…arrangement where you could return with me to London and we could pretend to be wed”, Gabby’s eyes flew wide, “ only until the birth of the baby, at which point I could devise some sort of reason for our split. You could return to New York, I would have my heir, and we could divide custody of the child.”
    He had absolutely lost his mind and Gabby opened her mouth to tell him so, only to have him cut her off. “You’d have the most luxurious comforts that money could buy. And the child’s development would be overseen by all the best doctors. His…or her health would be ensured.” Her protests died on her lips.
    She didn’t think Sebastian any less insane for suggesting such an outlandish scheme, but the mention of her baby’s health…it reminded her of her current state. If she was going to be any kind of proper mother at all, she was going to start putting her child’s needs before her own. While she might want to tell the man to screw off and work things on her own, this would be a chance to procure healthcare for her baby that she’d never be able to afford otherwise.
    Tristan would want to help, of course, but she