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The Takeover (The Miles High Club 2)

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“He’s still in the car,” Fletcher whispers. “He’s just pulling up now.”

I hang up and run out through the front doors, and I see the long black limo pulling in at the other end of the terminal. I kick off my shoes, pick them up, and run.

Tristan gets out slowly. He takes his luggage out of the trunk. Three suitcases.

He’s leaving me.

I run as fast as I can through the crowd, and as I approach him, he glances up and sees me and stops what he’s doing.

I throw up my arms in desperation. “What are you doing?” I cry.

He drops his head, his armor firmly in place. “Claire, don’t cause a scene.”

“Don’t cause a scene?” I cry. “You’re just going to leave us.”

He stares at me and clenches his jaw. Damn it, I’ve hurt him.

I rush to him and take him into my arms. “Tris,” I whisper. “I love you. I don’t want you to leave. I’m just stressed about losing the business, and I said awful things.”

He frowns. “Losing the business?”

I screw up my face in tears. “It’s gone.” I wipe the tears out of my eyes angrily. “I can’t hold it any longer.”

“What?” His expression abruptly changes. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I didn’t want you to know that I couldn’t do it,” I whisper. “I wanted you to be proud of me.”

He stares at me, shock on his face.

“And then you wanted to change everything and the house and the boys, and I was overwhelmed and . . .” I shake my head in despair. This is all coming out wrong. “If you have me, you already have the boys—you don’t need to adopt them.”

His back straightens. “It’s nonnegotiable, Claire.”

My face falls. “What?”

“If I marry you, I want to adopt the boys.”

“Why do you want to change things?” I stammer.

“Because . . . I want my own family.”

“But I love you.”

“It isn’t enough.”

My face falls.

Oh my God . . . this really is the end; my eyes fill with tears, and we stare at each other as everyone else in the airport disappears. I take a step back from him to try to protect myself from what he’s saying.

“I would give up having my own children, Claire, so that I don’t lose yours.”

A tear rolls down my cheek, and the lump in my throat nearly closes over.

“I love them. I want them as my sons. I want their surname to be Anderson-Miles.”

I shake my head, unable to push the word no past my lips. “You just want to take them,” I whisper. “You’ve already taken me over; you can’t take over my sons. They are not up for grabs. You want power. I know how you work, Tristan—you always have to be in charge.”

His face falls. “Is that what you think?”



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