To Love and to Cherish by Gina Robinson Read Free Book Online

kennel."
    "He was too upset to know what he wanted." She got up in my face. "After you betrayed him with Lazer." There was that victorious look again. "Yeah, Jus told me all about it."
    I went cold to the pit of my stomach. My suspicions came together, making clarity out of the fog of suspicious circumstances. All those "accidental" meetings.
    I stared at her, speechless for the moment, unable to believe how truly diabolical she'd been. Willing her to ramble on like the villain she was and spill all.
    Instead, she glared back at me silently.
    I got right back in her face, cradling Data against me to protect her puppy ears from the vile accusations that were about to spew. "You threw Lazer and me together." For once my voice was deadly calm.
    She grinned. "Did I?" She laughed. "You give me too much credit. But if I had, I would have been doing you a favor. Your popular society bitch kind belongs with Lazer and his philandering ways. You and he are the perfect match. A beautiful storybook couple." Her eyes were hard.
    "But Jus belongs with me." She tapped her chest. "We understand each other. We're the same social class. He only thought he wanted you. Because guys do when they're thinking with their dicks. But once the thrill wears off, guys like Jus realize they need a woman with brains and substance."
    " You" —I pointed an accusatory finger at her—"sent him that email about the baby from Britt's computer." I held her gaze, watching for any signs she was lying.
    "Prove it."
    The bile was rising in my throat. Anger and hatred upset my stomach. "You're nothing but a sneaky eavesdropper. You overheard us in the restaurant."
    "So you admit it's true!" She had that "I gotcha" look on her face.
    "That was a joke." I swallowed hard as a round of morning sickness threatened. "It doesn't matter, though, what you think. Jus is mine now. I'm having his baby."
    And then a wave of nausea rolled over me. My stomach lurched. Just like that I upchucked my bacon and eggs all over Ophie.
    While she was too stunned to speak, I turned and ran with Data barking happily in my arms. "Get the elevator, Britt! Get it now !"
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    J ustin
    The suite had two bedrooms and was big enough for both Dex and me. Dex took the smaller bedroom. I'd been beat, and drunk, when we arrived. I fell into bed and passed out.
    The next morning, Dex was up and eating a champagne breakfast at the breakfast nook table by the windows. His laptop was open. He was hard at work, sipping his orange juice and distractedly taking bites of scrambled eggs in between. His brows were knitted in concentration.
    The smell and sight of food made my stomach lurch. I poured myself a cup of coffee from the carafe in front of Dex.
    "What took you so long, sleepyhead? We have work to do." He was annoyingly chipper.
    I scowled at him. My head pounded and the light was too bright. Not to mention there was an ache where my heart used to be and my stomach burned with anger.
    Dex kicked a chair out for me. "Take a seat, Sunshine." He laughed when I fell into it and put my head in my hand.
    "Since you are determined not to see the advantage of Lala carrying your baby—"
    "I'm going to divorce her." I'd been thinking it through in my drunken stupor all night. It was the right thing to do for both of us. Time to set her free. But it was the first time I'd said it out loud. It sounded cold and final and unsettled my stomach even more.
    "Of course you are," Dex said. "We've known that from the beginning."
    I shook my head, which was a mistake. It pounded loud and painfully. I muttered beneath my breath. "No, I mean, really. Not in a year. Not on our anniversary. As soon as we catch this thief. I emailed Harry before I even got out of bed. Told him to look over our postnup and be ready to strike as soon as we've completed our mission down here."
    Dex shrugged. "Whatever." He grinned and said with a high degree of sarcasm, "At least you made the decision with a clear head." He pushed a bottle of