CHAPTER EIGHTY – THE MENACE OF AN EX

And who might this be?" Emma interrupted, finally acknowledging Deonna's presence with a saccharine smile. Deonna straightened her posture, one hand protectively cradling her belly. "I'm Deonna Vernetti, Logan's wife." Emma's eyebrows shot up in feigned surprise. "Wife? My, my, Logan. You have been busy, haven't you?" Her gaze lingered on Deonna's pregnant form, a hint of disdain in her eyes. Logan moved to stand beside Deonna, his jaw clenched. "Emma, I think it's best if you leave. We can catch up another time if you'd like, but right now—" "Oh, don't be such a spoilsport," Emma laughed, perching herself on the edge of Deonna's desk. "I'm sure your lovely wife doesn't mind if we reminisce a bit. Remember that weekend in Paris, Logan? The way you whisked me away on your father's private jet?" Deonna felt her cheeks burn, a mixture of embarrassment and anger rising within her. She opened her mouth to speak, but Logan beat her to it. "That's enough, Emma," he said firmly. "I'm ask