Page 186 of The Billionaire's Fake Wife

"Everything okay, Babe?"

"Yes... No... I don’t know. It's a message from Karma, saying she's going to Sicily. Her friend had an extra ticket so she's going with him."

"Him?" His hold stiffens on my hip.

"That's what she said. She shouldn't be travelling in her condition."

"She's stable, right?" He begins to draw circles over the curve of my waist.

I shiver.

"She's fine for now, but she needs to protect against over-exposure, excitement."

I dial her number and it goes to voicemail. "Shit! She isn't answering her phone." My heart begins to race. "She didn’t mention anything yesterday or this morning, when I left her house."

Saint glances at Sin, then stands up and stretches, "A few days in the sun, with a man..." He curls his lip, all casual like. "Maybe that's what she needs?"

"Don't treat me like I don't know what's happening." I glower, then turn to fix my gaze on my husband. "You guys are worried, admit it. First my father mentions Byron, the Mafia boss guy, then you two get messages quoting Lord Byron and now..." I frown at my phone. "Karma suddenly takes off for Sicily?" I shake my head. "Something's not right."

There's a knock on the door.

Max springs up from his rug, races to the door and scrapes at it.

Another knock, then Meredith pops her head through, "There's a woman here to see you."

"I'm not expecting anyone." Sin frowns. "Besides" he wraps a strand of my hair around his thick finger, he rests his chin on my head, "we were leaving."

"Not you, him." Meredith angles her head at Saint.

"Oh! And congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Sterling." She beams at me.

I flush. Wow. Mrs. Sterling. It sounds... sounds so right. My heart flutters. "Thanks, Meredith."

"Always a pleasure, my dear." Her entire face lights up.

"Thanks, M," Saint straightens, "send her in."

Meredith nods and retreats.

Sin growls, "Make yourself right at home."

Saint lifts a middle finger at him, then turns to the door. It swings open.

Victoria stands there. Not a hair out of place. Perfect make up. Except, her lipstick is smeared. She glances at me, "Hope I am not intruding." She twists her fingers together.

"You are already here." Saint looks her up from head to toe. "May as well come all the way in."

Her dress falls to below her knees, and there's a tear at the hem.

I stiffen, "Victoria, are you okay?"

Max sniffs at her ankles, whines. She bends, pets him. He licks her fingers, then runs to his rug, settles there with his chew toy.

"Victoria?"

She looks up at me, "Everything will be fine now." Her tone is composed. She turns to Saint. "I’ve been looking for you."

Saint smirks, "About time."

She takes a step forward, then stumbles.

"Hey." Saint closes the distance between them.

Her legs seem to wobble and she crumples, but he's already there. He grips her shoulders, straightens her, "You okay?"

"Help me."